"An Eighth-grade Martial Artist?" His gaze slightly swept over Gu Yun, and a hint of surprise emerged in Du Fei's heart.
Most people could never reach the level of a Ninth-grade Martial Artist in their lifetimes. Yet Gu Yun, who appeared to be in his early twenties at most, already possessed the strength of an Eighth-grade Martial Artist. Truly extraordinary!
However, that was all there was to it.
Gazing indifferently at the retreating Du Fei, Gu Yun slightly curled his lips. With a light tap of his foot on the ground, he leisurely floated towards Du Fei.
But, under this seemingly leisurely illusion, in almost a single breath, Gu Yun had already flashed in front of Du Fei. Instantly, Qi bubbled up on his palm, and he slashed down towards Du Fei's head.
Seeing this, surprise flickered
