Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1233 640: Only Cripple His Limbs (Part 2)

"Ah—!"

Screams echoed piercingly as the two individuals plunged into a pill furnace, engulfed by verdant flames. They were instantly immolated by the Mystic Fire, leaving not even a wisp of ash.

Nie Shan’s attention was immediately drawn to this horrifying spectacle.

Upon clearly discerning Gu Sheng’s features, his countenance underwent a drastic transformation.

"It’s you?!"

The Qingsheng City Lord’s vital blood energy surged around him, his frigid gaze locked onto Gu Sheng.

"Shan, do you recognize this person?"

A bead of sweat trickled down Nie Shan’s forehead, his voice betraying a tremor.

"Father, this is the very cultivator I apprehended yesterday, but unexpectedly..."

"Useless wastrel!"

The Qingsheng City Lord bellowed in fury.

"You failed to even keep tabs on a mere junior in the Earth Palace Realm!"

Nie Shan knelt abruptly to the ground.

"Father, please quell your rage! I shall deal with him immediately!"

Fearing his father’s wrath, he sprang up without awaiting a reply, drawing a gleaming, cold Spirit Sword from his waist.

The sword itself was a vivid emerald green, subtly crackling with traces of electric light, undeniably an extraordinary weapon.

"Wretch!"

Nie Shan pointed the sword directly at Gu Sheng, affecting an air of composure.

"You managed to elude me yesterday, but today, your soul shall be irrevocably scattered!"

Gu Sheng was in the process of freeing the last captive when he heard the threat. He slowly rose to his feet.

His initial plan was to compel the Qingsheng City Lord to act directly, but incapacitating this arrogant Young City Lord first would also be quite satisfying.

"Come forth."

Gu Sheng beckoned with a single finger, his tone dripping with contemptuous provocation.

When had Nie Shan ever endured such a profound humiliation?

Instantly, his face flushed crimson, and the electric luminescence upon his Spirit Sword intensified dramatically.

"You court death!"

"Young Master, be cautious!"

A nearby guard issued a vital warning.

"This individual's physical prowess is anomalous; avoid engaging him in close-quarters combat!"

However, Nie Shan paid no heed to the caution.

Having been indulged since his youth and accustomed to wielding his father’s authority with impunity, he had never truly faced a formidable opponent.

Witnessing Gu Sheng’s blatant disdain at this moment, his rage completely eclipsed his reason.

"Thunder Shocking Sword Technique!"

Nie Shan roared, and the electric sparks adorning his Spirit Sword coalesced into a serpentine bolt of lightning. With an ear-splitting crackle, it hurtled directly towards Gu Sheng’s face.

This was a Xuan Rank sword art that the Qingsheng City Lord had procured at considerable expense for him. When combined with this thunder-attribute Spirit Sword, its might was comparable to an Earth Rank cultivation technique.

Confronting this ferocious onslaught, Gu Sheng did not falter but instead surged forward.

His right hand formed a pincer with his fingers, precisely seizing the oncoming sword tip.

"What manner of sorcery is this?!"

Nie Shan stared in disbelief as his ultimate technique was captured so effortlessly.

What truly instilled terror in him was his inability to budge the sword, either forward or backward, despite his frantic attempts to channel spiritual power.

Gu Sheng’s two fingers held the Spirit Sword in an unyielding grip.

"A mere parlor trick."

Gu Sheng scoffed and gave a subtle flick of his wrist.

"Crack!"

The invaluable Spirit Sword fractured under the strain, its forward section clattering onto the ground.

Nie Shan stood frozen, clutching the broken hilt, his senses reeling.

"Shan, fall back immediately!"

The Qingsheng City Lord could no longer remain passive. His Heavenly Palace Realm pressure erupted forth.

Dust and debris swirled violently across the plaza, scattering several nearby guards like leaves in a gale.

Gu Sheng registered the immense, wave-like pressure but was prepared for its impact.

Utilizing the force of the surge, he instantaneously appeared behind Nie Shan, delicately placing his right hand upon Nie Shan’s Heavenly Spirit acupoint.

"No... please don't..."

Nie Shan’s entire body locked up; he could feel an icy sensation permeating from the crown of his head, systematically freezing his meridians.

"How dare you, junior!"

The Qingsheng City Lord’s eyes bulged with fury, his robes billowing as if caught in a tempest.

"If you dare lay a single finger on my son, I shall ensure your existence is a fate worse than death!"

A faint smile graced Gu Sheng’s lips.

"Is that a fact?"

He abruptly tightened his grip with all five fingers!

"Ah—!"

Nie Shan shrieked, a sound utterly devoid of humanity, as crimson droplets emerged from every pore of his skin.

He could distinctly perceive his decades of cultivation draining away like a receding tide. The Golden Core within his Dantian rapidly lost its luminescence before audibly shattering.

"My... my cultivation..."

Nie Shan crumpled onto the ground, his trembling hands reaching for his abdomen, where an aura of spiritual power ought to reside but was now utterly absent.

"No... this is impossible..."

Gu Sheng gave him a dismissive kick, his voice cold.

"I shall grant you your life, that you may comprehend the desolate experience of being a mortal."

"Shan’er!"

The Qingsheng City Lord materialized instantly beside Nie Shan, his features grim as he assessed his son’s condition.

"You... you unmitigated scoundrel! You dare cripple my son’s cultivation!"

The fury of an expert in the Heavenly Palace Realm sent shockwaves throughout the entire square. The ground split open, stone pillars crumbled, and the bound maidens cried out in sheer terror.

The Qingsheng City Lord gently set Nie Shan down, then slowly rose to his feet. His eyes had transformed into a pair of blood-red orbs, encircled by a tangible aura of blood qi.

"I will skin you alive..." His voice, no longer hoarse, became piercingly sharp, like the combined shrieks of countless vengeful spirits. "I will rip out your heart and offer it as a sacrifice for my son's cultivation!"

Nie Shan was his sole descendant, his carefully groomed successor, now reduced to a pathetic cripple! "You insignificant wretch!" "I will make you beg for life, and then beg for death!"

The power of the Heavenly Palace Realm erupted. With the Qingsheng City Lord at its epicenter, the earth fractured within a hundred-foot radius. The cultivators, who had been rescued by Gu Sheng, scattered in panic, only to be flung aside by the immense shockwave.

Gu Sheng bore the brunt of it, his hair whipped into disarray by the force. He staggered back more than ten paces before managing to regain his footing. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, painting a picture of utter misery.

"Hahaha!" Nie Shan struggled to crawl, dragging his longsword as he hobbled towards Gu Sheng. "Father, spare his life! I want to personally sever his limbs!"

Beyond the City Lord Mansion, the common citizens could only watch in despair. Several compassionate elders even averted their eyes, unable to bear witness to Gu Sheng's impending tragic end.

The Qingsheng City Lord slowly lifted his right hand, a dense surge of malevolent qi coalescing at his fingertips, morphing into five hissing, blood-colored snakes. "Do not worry, I will leave him with just enough breath to suffer."

The Qingsheng City Lord spoke with icy venom as he suddenly lunged at Gu Sheng. "Nine Yin Soul Searching Hand!"

The five blood-red snakes rapidly expanded in the wind, instantly transforming into five colossal blood-colored pythons, their gaping maws ready to devour Gu Sheng. As they passed, the ground was corroded into deep fissures, and even the air seemed to emit a 'hissing' sound, undeniably poisoned.

Facing this lethal assault, Gu Sheng remained surprisingly composed. He stood his ground, allowing the wind to tousle his hair, a cold smirk gracing his lips. "Many have sought my demise; you'll have to join the queue."

"Still boasting even on death's door!" The Qingsheng City Lord roared in fury, clenching his five fingers abruptly. The five blood pythons instantly merged, coalescing into a demonic cloud of blood, descending upon Gu Sheng.

Even before the cloud arrived, its terrifying pressure pulverized most of the City Lord Mansion into dust. Those cultivators attempting to flee were caught in the tempest, their screams echoing eerily.

Nie Shan watched with wide-eyed excitement, eager to see Gu Sheng consumed by the swirling vortex. But in the very next moment, his elation turned to stone.

Gu Sheng suddenly straightened his back, shedding the aura of helplessness. Within him, a 'crackling' sound resonated, as his previously suppressed cultivation base began to soar uncontrollably! Earth Palace Realm Early Stage... Earth Palace Realm Mid Stage... Earth Palace Realm Late Stage!

"What?!" The Qingsheng City Lord's pupils constricted, a look of pure shock appearing on his face for the first time. "You... you concealed your cultivation base?!"

Nie Shan, utterly terrified, collapsed onto his backside, his longsword clattering to the ground. "No... impossible... Over twenty years old and already at Earth Palace Realm Late Stage?"

Even within the resource-abundant Holy Land, reaching the Earth Palace Realm before the age of thirty was exceedingly rare. Yet Gu Sheng, who appeared to be barely in his twenties, had already attained the Earth Palace Realm Late Stage – such innate talent was simply astonishing!

Ignoring their disbelief, Gu Sheng powerfully stomped the ground. Golden light bloomed, instantly shattering the oppressive aura that the Qingsheng City Lord had imposed. "Now, it is my turn."

Before his words fully faded, Gu Sheng had vanished from sight. Despite the Qingsheng City Lord being an expert of the Heavenly Palace Realm, his divine sense immediately pinpointed Gu Sheng's location. He was hurtling towards him with unbelievable speed!

"Seeking death!" The Qingsheng City Lord quickly recovered from his shock, disdain filling his eyes. "A mere Earth Palace Realm cultivator dares to approach?"

With a flick of his wrist, a blood-red greatsword materialized. Its blade was etched with grotesque ghost faces, and a lingering blood mist clung to its edge, clearly indicating it was a high-grade spiritual artifact. "Father, do not kill him!" Nie Shan shouted from behind. "Leave him to me!"

The Qingsheng City Lord did not turn. "Worry not, I shall merely cripple his limbs."