Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1167 607: Not Quick Enough a Death (Part 2)

Bitterness overwhelmed Gu Sheng. Agonizing pain surged from his shattered legs. Kneeling down would prove agonizingly slow for him.

His eyes flicked toward the Kunpeng Taoist, whose face twisted in a wicked grin, victory seemingly assured. Then they shifted to Gongsun Yue, her torment fueling Gu Sheng's murderous aura to unprecedented heights.

In his mind, the Kunpeng Taoist sought this moment to slay him, yet Gu Sheng burned with the same desire. Still, with Gongsun Yue held captive, slaying the foe while ensuring her safety posed an enormous challenge.

Yet Gu Sheng knew certain sacrifices were essential to grasp the chance. Thus, enduring broken legs and feigning a kneel before the Kunpeng Taoist served as mere setups for his counterstrike.

The Kunpeng Taoist's fingers clamped tighter around Gongsun Yue's throat as he began the countdown, "Eight! Seven! Six!"

Each uttered number brought fiercer constriction on Gongsun Yue's neck.

Gongsun Yue teetered on the edge of suffocation, her breaths growing ragged, face draining of color, her pained visage heart-wrenching for Gu Sheng.

"Five! Kneel now!"

The Kunpeng Taoist fixed a savage glare on Gu Sheng, bellowing his demand. He required Gu Sheng's full kneel before committing to the kill. Even holding a hostage, dread of Gu Sheng lingered in him.

Gu Sheng gave a nod. Summoning every ounce of power, he dropped to one knee successfully.

Forcing a broken thigh to bend unleashed blistering agony across his frame, searing into his very soul, contorting his features in relentless torment.

"Kneel the other leg too!"

Spotting the single knee bent, the Kunpeng Taoist urged with feverish excitement. His Sea of Consciousness brimmed with peak soul power.

Standing next to the Kunpeng Taoist, Gongsun Yue sensed the ominous surges of dreadful aura. Battling her Sea of Consciousness's fierce pain, she sent to Gu Sheng, "Leave quickly, he's going to strike you!"

Gu Sheng shook his head back, "I will be fine, and so will you."

How could he abandon Gongsun Yue to flee solo? Her well-being came first above all.

The Kunpeng Taoist pressed on with the count. Reaching "one," his form exploded with overwhelming momentum, seizing Gongsun Yue's arm and channeling a lethal force, poised to pulverize her.

He had schemed it out: Gu Sheng's kneel meant instant death for the youth; refusal meant Gongsun Yue's end followed by his swift retreat.

Just as the Kunpeng Taoist prepared to crush Gongsun Yue, a thunderous bell tolled. This peal, laden with boundless majesty, echoed from ancient times.

A sharp whoosh of air-splitting speed blasted near the Kunpeng Taoist's ear.

The Kunpeng Taoist reacted in a flash, instantly detecting peril amid choking killing intent.

He assumed Gu Sheng lunged for the kill. His divided attention had cost him dearly. Now, he yearned only to smash Gongsun Yue and flee.

Before strength could flow to pulverize her, excruciating pain erupted through him.

As torment flooded his body, he finally beheld Gu Sheng materialized directly before him.

Shock etched his features as he stared at Gu Sheng's prior spot, where a void rift now mended slowly.

"Crossing the Void..."

The Kunpeng Taoist whispered, his expression ghostly pale like beholding a specter, "How did you do it?"

Confusion gripped him, for Gu Sheng's mangled legs should have crippled his mobility.

Yet one technique bypassed that: crossing the void, a teleportation-like shift across space in an instant.

Not just the Kunpeng Taoist—even the nearby Tianxuan Divine Girl gaped in awe. She needed the Sun and Moon Space-Time Divine Ship for such feats, but Gu Sheng achieved it through raw power alone, a staggering display.

"Ah!"

Too late to react fully, the Kunpeng Taoist wailed in torment. His right hand hung twisted and useless, blood gushing steadily.

Gongsun Yue tumbled into Gu Sheng's embrace, her ashen face mirroring the terror of narrowly escaping doom.

Never had death loomed so near. A mere instant's delay from Gu Sheng, and the Kunpeng Taoist would have claimed her.

"Impossible, how could you!!!"

Infinite shock gripped the Kunpeng Taoist, his mutterings endless.

Gu Sheng brushed aside the Kunpeng Taoist's disbelief, roaring as his right fist hammered the foe's leg with a "crack," snapping the bone and unbalancing him.

Another fist followed, shattering the Kunpeng Taoist's remaining leg, leaving both crippled by Gu Sheng's blows.

Gu Sheng pressed on, delivering a third punch straight to the Kunpeng Taoist's abdomen.

This strike unleashed devastating force, rupturing meridians across the Kunpeng Taoist's body. Instantly, his spiritual power hemorrhaged wildly, twisting his features in horror.

"No, my cultivation!"

A howl of despair escaped the Kunpeng Taoist, terror unprecedented on his face.

Power defined him more than life itself.

Meridians destroyed by Gu Sheng doomed his cultivation to vanish without swift aid, reducing him to a crippled nobody—worse than any kneel.

"I ought to thank you; had you not approached, I wouldn't have been certain of success."

A smirk curled Gu Sheng's lips, his cold words aimed at the Kunpeng Taoist.

Since exiting the Reincarnation World, his martial skills had all advanced, movement techniques included.

The Holy-level Body Technique from Tianlan Sacred Land, Taiqing Unity Skill, hit Second Level Great Achievement, bordering perfection. At this stage, void crossing became possible, his speed now matchless.

Still, full mastery eluded him. Without the Kunpeng Taoist closing to mere dozens of meters, total assurance in rescuing Gongsun Yue would have slipped away.

"I...I am unwilling!"

Blood frothed from the Kunpeng Taoist's mouth as he spat, eyes burning hatred at Gu Sheng's young, striking visage. Defeat by this youth chafed, death even more so.

Beyond the Immortal Temple, encroaching Demonic Qi withdrew upon witnessing Gu Sheng overpower the Kunpeng Taoist.

"Hmph, you know your place then."

Gu Sheng snorted with scorn. Legs broken or not, he knew the Qiankun Venerate King fared poorly too. Any further meddling would bring swift retribution.

Gu Sheng planted himself before the Kunpeng Taoist, seized his hair, and demanded icily, "Tell me, how do you wish to die?"

The questioned Kunpeng Taoist stayed mute. His stare turned empty skyward, spirit shattered. Cultivation's ruin had slain his will.

The formerly grand Kunpeng Taoist sprawled wretchedly on the frigid ground. His noble bearing reduced to rags and disarray, hair matted over a slack face.

Gu Sheng gazed down at the dying Kunpeng Taoist with mocking amusement.

A disdainful humph escaped Gu Sheng, laced with contempt. He closed in, right hand lashing out with two sharp "crack"s, snapping the Kunpeng Taoist's arms clean.

Pain jolted the Kunpeng Taoist, yet he clenched jaws silent, no scream forthcoming.

Turning to Tianlan Sacred Land comrades, Gu Sheng boomed, "Who is interested in coming to personally kill this Kunpeng Taoist? Remember, do not let him die too easily."

His voice dripped icy menace, like winter's deadliest gale, bone-chilling.

All knew the Kunpeng Taoist's Holy Road rampage: wounding countless Tianlan Sacred Land disciples, nearly slaying Gongsun Yue, forcing Gu Sheng's legs broken and public kneel. Mercy was impossible.

"Let me do it, I must make him taste a fate worse than death!"

Luo Jun hauled his drained, feeble frame forward, one grueling step at a time.

The Kunpeng Taoist's soul power strike left his head pounding fiercely still.