Three breaths later, Qiu Jing turned his head, a cold, fierce gaze fell on Yan Shijiu's face.
Yan Shijiu lowered his head, readily admitting he was in collusion with the newcomers, "Sorry, I too, am trying to survive."
Siqi's eyes were on alert, "Who are you all?"
"Gu Ling, have you made up your mind?" Completely ignoring Yan Shijiu or Siqi, the man in the straw cloak always kept his eyes on Qiu Jing.
In a swift movement, Qiu Jing drew out his Cold Moon Sword. Yan Shijiu lifted his gaze to see an exquisite sword technique employed at a rapid speed. Without even looking at him, Qiu Jing plunged his sword into Yan Shijiu's chest!
Although Yan Shijiu was not without strength, he never expected that "Gu Ling" intended to kill him! He watched as Qiu Jing's sword thrust changed its course abruptly from attacking the man to targeting him instead.