Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1248: Chapter 648: Such Nonsense

"Kill if you can within a hundred breaths, otherwise withdraw."

Gu Sheng’s voice echoed in Ling Xiao’s mind.

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and nodded, the Golden Alms Bowl suddenly swelled three times in size, its surface covered with dense Sanskrit script.

No longer holding back, every strike carried the Dragon Elephant Power.

Shen Hua’s Sword Qi sliced at him, only managing to break the surface of his skin, and the wound healed itself instantly.

"This recovery power..." Shen Hua grew more alarmed as the fight went on.

"Could it really be the legendary Undying Sacred Body?"

On the other side, Wei Feng was already in a heated battle with Gu Sheng.

"Within a hundred breaths, I will take your life!"

Gu Sheng’s voice was like ice.

Upon hearing this, Wei Feng laughed in anger, the Spirit Sword in his hand trembling violently.

"An Earth Palace Realm ant dares to boast?"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Feng’s expression suddenly changed slightly.

He felt the circulation of Spiritual Power within his body becoming sluggish, as if trapped in a quagmire.

Only then did he realize that the magnetic field here was chaotic, suppressing his strength to less than half.

"So that’s it..."

A shadow crossed Wei Feng’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a fierce glint.

"Even with only thirty percent of my power, killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

"Swish!"

A blood-colored Sword Qi burst forth, cracking open a ravine in the ground wherever it passed.

Gu Sheng didn’t dodge, the Ancient Reincarnation Bell above his head shone brilliantly, meeting the sword head-on.

"Clang——"

The bell’s toll echoed through the sky, and the shockwave ground the surrounding rubble into dust.

Blood trickled from Gu Sheng’s mouth, but he used the momentum to lunge forward, closing the distance in an instant.

"Courting death!"

Wei Feng swung his sword continuously, forming a net of Sword Qi.

Gu Sheng charged through the net with sheer physical strength.

"Slash!"

A wound deep enough to reveal bone opened on his shoulder, but his speed only increased.

Twenty breaths had passed, and Gu Sheng was growing anxious.

"Got close!"

Gu Sheng’s right fist glowed with a black and golden light.

Wei Feng hurriedly changed his move, the sword blade spinning to stab at the throat.

"Ding!"

The punch collided with the sword tip, sparks flying.

Wei Feng was shocked to find that his full-strength sword strike couldn’t penetrate the opponent’s fist.

"A Body Refiner’s advantage is just beginning!"

Gu Sheng’s left fist launched forward like a cannonball.

Wei Feng hastily blocked, being knocked back three steps, his tiger’s mouth splitting open.

Thirty breaths had passed, and Gu Sheng fought more and more fiercely.

His Fist Skill was simple and brutal, yet every move was lethal.

Despite being of a higher realm, Wei Feng found himself at a disadvantage in close combat.

"Forty breaths!"

Gu Sheng suddenly shouted, increasing his punch speed by another notch.

A hook punch landed under Wei Feng’s ribs, followed by the clear sound of bone cracking.

"Puh——"

Wei Feng spat blood and staggered back, fear finally appearing in his eyes.

He never thought an Earth Palace Realm cultivator’s physical body could be so formidable.

"Majestic Fury!"

Wei Feng suddenly bit his tongue, spraying blood onto the sword.

The sword immediately blazed with blood-red light, a blood-colored Sword Qi shot into the sky.

This was the Luotian Sect’s house-guarding absolute skill, a terrifying pressure of a Heaven Rank Martial Technique solidified the air for a hundred feet around.

"Fifty breaths!"

Gu Sheng was not frightened but delighted, his form suddenly blurred. The next moment, he vanished into thin air.

Wei Feng’s pupils shrank sharply.

"Void Escape Technique?!"

"Heaven-breaking Fist!"

A cold voice came from behind.

Wei Feng hurriedly turned around, the blood-colored Sword Qi clashed violently with the black and gold punch light.

"Boom!"

The explosion’s shockwave lifted the ground within thirty feet.

In the smoke and dust, Wei Feng’s Spirit Sword flew from his hand, breaking into several pieces in midair.

"No... impossible..."

Wei Feng looked down at the fist that had pierced through his chest, disbelief written all over his face.

Gu Sheng’s expressionless fist shook.

"Sixty breaths."

"Boom!"

The second punch shattered the heart.

"Seventy breaths."

The third punch exploded the head.

The Heavenly Palace Realm powerhouse Wei Feng, thus fell!

As Gu Sheng landed, he staggered slightly, his right arm a bloody mess.

But he couldn’t bother to heal, turning to another battlefield.

There, Shen Hua was terrified out of his wits by the scene.

Seeing Wei Feng’s death firsthand, he lost all will to fight and turned to flee.

"Trying to escape?"

Ling Xiao blocked his path, bringing the Golden Alms Bowl down on him.

Shen Hua hastily raised his sword to block, but his arm was left numb.

Only then did he realize he had long lost his Dao Heart to the terror of death.

"Taiqing Unity Skill!"

Gu Sheng’s voice was like the harbinger of death. A green glow overtook it, crashing into Shen Hua’s back.

"Ah!"

Shen Hua screamed as his body flew upward.

Ling Xiao leaped into the air, landing a whip kick that sent him soaring into the sky.

"No! I am a Heavenly Palace..."

Shen Hua’s plea for mercy was abruptly cut off.

Gu Sheng caught the falling Spirit Sword mid-air, with a flash of cold light, his head flew off.

The headless body crashed heavily to the ground.

"Eighty breaths."

Gu Sheng flicked the Blood Pearl off the sword, speaking coldly.

Ling Xiao picked up the Void Rings from the two of them, nudging Wei Feng’s body with his foot.

"Heavenly Palace Realm isn’t much, after all."

Gu Sheng suddenly asked,

"Why do you feel no guilt when killing?"

Ling Xiao brought his hands together, his expression solemn.

"Even the Buddhist has moments of Vajra’s Angry Eyes. Not killing when one should is a sin."

"Interesting."

Gu Sheng grinned.

"Looks like we..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned to the north.

There, several powerful auras were rapidly approaching.

"Leave!"

Gu Sheng whispered sharply, the longsword in his hand flicked, shaking off a few drops of still fresh blood.

"The commotion was too big; at least three auras are getting closer."

"Deal with the bodies and leave immediately."

Gu Sheng was concise, already forming a spell, the ground trembled slightly, swallowing Wei Feng’s body below.

The two cleaned the battlefield in less than ten breaths.

Ling Xiao took one last look at the ground, making sure there were no obvious traces before he and Gu Sheng vanished into the depths of the forest, using their movement technique.

Not long after they left, several figures tore through the sky, descending at the site of the recent fight.

"Strange, we clearly sensed the fighting, yet no one’s here?"

Zhang Zhishang frowned, scanning the surroundings while lightly shaking the folding fan in his hand, though unable to mask the greed in his eyes.

Yu Wenbai crouched down, his fingertips lightly brushing a patch of scorched grass on the ground.