Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1168 - 608: Shattered to Pieces

His animosity towards Kunpeng Taoist intensified with every passing moment. Personally slaying Kunpeng Taoist represented his deepest desire; only that could marginally ease his rage.

"Let me join!"

Grinding their teeth, Shou Chengyun and Zhan Yongchang advanced boldly. Flames of hatred blazed in their eyes too.

With a subtle nod, Gu Sheng passed Kunpeng Taoist to the trio. Agonizing, inhuman wails soon erupted from Kunpeng Taoist as they tormented him. The echoes filled the Immortal Temple, sending chills racing through spines.

Gu Sheng ignored them completely, crossed his legs in meditation, and started circulating his energy to mend his injuries.

Thinking back, he had shattered his own legs to flee earlier. Back then, he steeled himself and only partially broke them, steering clear of total breaks.

Thanks to his Sacred Body, his healing powers surpassed those of normal cultivators by far. Injuries like these challenged his constitution, yet full recovery remained within reach.

In the meantime, he would suffer a phase of frailty and seek out rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to completely mend his legs.

Just then, Bixuan hurried forward gracefully, gently aiding the weakened Gongsun Yue as she moved to the side to treat her wounds.

Meanwhile, Tianlan Sacred Land's other disciples grabbed their weapons and chased after the escaping foes from the Six Great Holy Lands.

The battle within the Immortal Temple had turned utterly lopsided. Kunpeng Taoist lay captured, enduring brutal torment amid his pitiful cries.

On the other hand, Qiankun Venerate King, battered from his intense clash with Gu Sheng before, suffered heavy wounds and defeat.

Witnessing this, the surviving disciples from the Six Great Holy Lands lost all will to fight. Pursued relentlessly by Tianlan Sacred Land disciples, they scattered in terror, too frightened to stand their ground.

In a shadowy nook of the Immortal Temple, a woman in red stooped to grasp the fallen Spirit Sword. Her actions dragged slowly; the blade quivered faintly in her grip as she lifted it to her throat and plunged it suddenly.

While healing in seated position, Gu Sheng appeared to detect something and looked that way. Indifferently, he remarked: "It’s a favor to you." Then, he shut his eyes once more, diving back into his cultivation.

That woman in red was none other than Murong Qingcheng. As her form crumpled, her gaze stayed fixed on Gu Sheng. Regret consumed her. She had never imagined suffering such a crushing defeat in this fight, not just total loss but death itself.

"Ah ah ah..."

At the same time, the Illusion Realm in the Immortal Temple started crumbling ferociously. The magical vistas warped and fragmented at breakneck speed. Stars winked out sequentially, voids ripped open bit by bit, swiftly exposing the temple's true appearance.

The Six Great Holy Lands' disciples panicked even harder in the turmoil. Despite their superior numbers, hounded by Tianlan Sacred Land pursuers, terror gripped them utterly, with escape as their sole obsession.

In the Xinghong Spirit Domain, the Void Gate ripped open amid the mayhem. An overwhelmingly mighty presence exploded wildly from inside it.

Wrapped in boundless immortal fog, this aura spread across the entire realm.

From within the mist, a figure clad in pristine white robes emerged casually from the Void Gate, like a leisurely garden stroll.

Straight-backed as a peerless heavenly shaft splitting the firmament, he stood unyieldingly betwixt sky and land.

Exuding a fearsome presence that no realm could bind, his dauntless, earth-shattering might made the air quiver around him.

His arrival sparked massive uproar. Shouts and gasps erupted from the throng, overlapping in frenzy.

From Qinghe Holy Land's group came wild, irrepressible cheers: "It’s Kunpeng!" "What did you do to Kunpeng Taoist?"

Qinghe Holy Land's Great Elder, once composed, twisted in fury. Face ablaze with wrath, he advanced with thunderous demand: "What did you do to Kunpeng Taoist?"

His outburst snapped the stunned onlookers from their daze.

All gazes locked instantly on the white-robed figure—Gu Sheng.

Disbelief gripped the masses. Within Xinghong Spirit Domain, Kunpeng Taoist—the top prodigy, ever haughty, boasting he'd slaughter every genius of the Six Great Holy Lands—had fallen to this obscure figure.

Gu Sheng sneered in contempt. Casually, he flung Kunpeng Taoist skyward with a wrist flick.

"Today is your day of death!"

In a low roar, Gu Sheng formed a sword with his hand, hoisted his arm aloft, and slashed down savagely. Tyrannical Sword Qi erupted from his palm.

Like a thundering dragon, this Sword Qi bore boundless might, hurtling directly at Kunpeng Taoist's form.

"How dare you!"

Qinghe Holy Land's Great Elder bellowed madly. His frame shook violently as an unstoppable crushing force burst from him.

Under the pressure, nearby space warped and buckled, on the verge of shattering.

Gu Sheng utterly disregarded the Great Elder's enraged bellow and the oncoming dread aura. Unhindered, his Sword Qi drove onward, slicing mercilessly at Kunpeng Taoist.

Kunpeng Taoist, in that instant, gazed at the swelling Sword Qi with a serene smile. Reduced to a useless shell in this strength-dominated world, a swift end seemed merciful.

With a sharp "pfft", the Sword Qi cleaved into Kunpeng Taoist's body, obliterating his cultivation entirely. His corpse split cleanly in half, tumbling earthward.