The only trouble is that it's like a blind man crossing a river, unable to judge its depth.
Gu Shen wanted to test the results of his recent cultivation... and Shen Li was the best candidate for that.
Inside the small courtyard of the Spring Rain Temple, the two men kept a distance from each other.
This time, Shen Li had learned his lesson.
He didn't launch a direct attack and had ditched his iron staff at the door, taking up a boxing stance and waiting for Gu Shen to make a move.
The enemy doesn't move, I don't move.
This was a lesson he had summed up after consecutively suffering losses at the hands of Gu Shen.
"Don't worry... this time, I won't use Chi Huo," said Gu Shen with a smile, shaking his head upon seeing this.
But Shen Li's brows were tightly furrowed, showing no sign of relaxation.
Not using Chi Huo?
Then what was he going to use to fight?
Gu Shen picked up a twig, gave it a twist, and found its weight suitable.
This fight was for the Iron Throne.
