Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1234 641: Peculiar Aura

A crimson sword aura, extending over ten zhang, emerged from the great saber as it descended, causing the very air to warp in its wake.

Such an attack, if it connected, would inflict grievous wounds not only upon a cultivator of the Earth Palace Realm but even upon those at the same Heavenly Palace Realm!

Yet, Gu Sheng made no move to dodge. His right fist clenched, the veins on his arm bulging as an immense physical strength began to surge.

"Heaven-breaking Fist!"

This technique was reputedly the most potent body-refining martial art of the Tianlan Sacred Land, accessible only to their core disciples.

Gu Sheng channeled eighty percent of his spiritual power into his fist, and the air around him detonated with a colossal boom, as if the heavens themselves were about to shatter!

A sudden tremor of fear coursed through the Qingsheng City Lord, an instinctive premonition of dire peril felt by an expert of the Heavenly Palace Realm.

He attempted to retreat, a primal urge taking hold, but it was already too late.

"Boom!"

An ancient bronze bell materialized in the air, hovering directly above Gu Sheng's head.

The blood-colored sword aura collided with the bell, unleashing a sound so deafening it seemed to shake the world.

The saber trembled uncontrollably, and then, like delicate ice, spiderweb-like cracks appeared across its surface before it disintegrated into numerous fragments!

"My Blood Soul Saber!"

The Qingsheng City Lord cried out in utter shock.

This saber was his lifebound spiritual artifact, a loyal companion through countless battles over decades. Now, it was reduced to ruin by a mere bell?

Before he could even process this revelation, Gu Sheng's fist had already surged past the shattered remnants of the blade, carrying the force of the Heaven-breaking Fist directly towards his chest!

"Boom!"

With a sound like thunder, Gu Sheng's fist struck the Qingsheng City Lord's chest with full impact.

The sheer force of the fist punched straight through his body, creating a gaping, bloody void in his back from which fragments of bone and internal organs were violently expelled.

"Pfft—"

The Qingsheng City Lord expelled a mouthful of blood mingled with pieces of his organs, his body sent hurtling backward to crash heavily before Nie Shan.

As he attempted to rise, he discovered half of his body had gone completely numb.

"Fa... father?"

Nie Shan stared blankly forward, his mind utterly devoid of thought.

The seemingly invincible father he held in awe, the Heavenly Palace Realm expert who once commanded the fear of all Linyuan City, had been defeated by a junior from the Earth Palace Realm with a single punch?

With great effort, the Qingsheng City Lord lifted his head, his trembling fingers weakly pointing at Gu Sheng.

"You... you are..."

Gu Sheng proceeded to walk closer.

"Only recognizing me now? It's far too late."

"No... impossible..."

The Qingsheng City Lord's voice was a strained rasp.

"Being pursued by the Upper Realm... why would you appear in such an insignificant place..."

Nie Shan looked toward his father, confusion etched on his face.

"Father, who... who is he?"

The Qingsheng City Lord let out a bitter laugh, blood continuing to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

"Son... we have provoked someone we should not have... he is the one... who is currently being hunted by the three great sects of the Upper Realm..."

Upon hearing this, Nie Shan's complexion instantly drained of color.

He too had heard tales of the monumental hunt that had sent shockwaves throughout the entire Cultivation World.

Rumor had it that a single individual had dared to confront the three major Upper Realm sects, and though gravely wounded, had managed to escape, inflicting substantial losses upon the Upper Realm forces.

"So it was you..."

Nie Shan trembled uncontrollably, a profound sense of regret washing over him.

"I... I actually captured someone like you to refine my martial arts..."

Gu Sheng stooped to retrieve the spirit sword that Nie Shan had dropped, its tip lightly brushing against Nie Shan's throat.

"Now that you know, it is indeed too late."

"Please... please..."

Nie Shan quivered as he pleaded.

"Spare my life... I am willing to become your devoted servant..."

Suddenly, the Qingsheng City Lord lunged forward with a burst of his remaining strength, aiming himself at Gu Sheng.

"Run, my son!"

Gu Sheng's gaze hardened, and a flash of cold sword light erupted.

"Slash!"

The Qingsheng City Lord's head was cleaved from his body, soaring high into the air, his face frozen in a mask of desperate fury.

His headless corpse staggered a few paces before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

"Father!"

Nie Shan cried out, rushing towards his father's fallen form.

Gu Sheng afforded him no moment to mourn. With a swift turn of his sword, a thin crimson line appeared across Nie Shan's throat.

His anguished cries were abruptly silenced as he slowly slumped to the ground.

The surviving guards could scarcely comprehend the brutal events unfolding before their eyes.

The invincible City Lord and Young City Lord they had served were so easily dispatched?

Gu Sheng flicked the blood from his sword, his cold eyes scanning over the scene.

"Now, it is your turn."

The guards immediately scattered like frightened birds, desperately fleeing in every conceivable direction.

"Do you truly believe you can escape?"

Gu Sheng's figure flickered, blurring instantly, and the next moment he reappeared behind a fleeing guard. A flash of sword light, and a head tumbled away.

He employed no elaborate sword techniques, yet each precise strike guaranteed a swift end.

"Devil! He's a devil!"

A guard emitted a desperate cry, only for Gu Sheng to appear before him and pierce his heart.

The brutal slaughter concluded in less than a quarter of an hour; not a single guard remained standing within the City Lord's Mansion.

The air was thick with the overpowering stench of blood, with nearly a hundred corpses littering the ground.

Standing amidst the crimson pool, Gu Sheng's gaze suddenly shifted, looking deeper into the vast City Lord's Mansion.

"You have observed for quite some time now, why not reveal yourself?"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Figures then emerged rapidly from various corners, each radiating the powerful aura of the Earth Palace Realm.

It was evident they had been concealed all along, now attempting to escape as the tide of battle turned unfavorably.

"Attempting to depart?"

Gu Sheng let out a cold laugh, his left hand swiftly forming a hand seal, unleashing a brilliant beam of golden light that struck their backs with unerring accuracy.

Several perished instantly upon impact, while only the most formidable expert, at the very peak of the Earth Palace Realm, managed to endure the assault, continuing his flight.

"You possess some measure of skill."

A flicker of surprise crossed Gu Sheng's face as he initiated a pursuit.

The peak Earth Palace Realm expert moved with incredible speed, reaching the perimeter of the City Lord's Mansion in the blink of an eye.

Just as he was about to vault over the wall, an icy sensation coursed through his back, followed by the sharp protrusion of a sword tip from his chest.

"How... could this be..."

He strained to turn his head, his vision falling upon Gu Sheng's chilling visage.

"Who... are you, precisely..."

Gu Sheng retracted the Spirit Sword, observing the man's lifeless descent, and uttered softly.

"Merely a traveler passing through."

With all potential threats neutralized, Gu Sheng returned to the central area of the plaza.

The cultivators shackled to stone pillars regarded him with palpable fear, anticipating their own demise.

Gu Sheng's eyes scanned these battered and bruised individuals.

Logically, to prevent any possibility of leaks, he should ensure they were all silenced permanently.