Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1246 - 647: So Much Nonsense

"Within one hundred breaths, if you cannot defeat them, you must retreat."

Gu Sheng's voice resonated in Ling Xiao’s mind.

Ling Xiao clenched his jaw and nodded. The Golden Alms Bowl suddenly enlarged three times, its surface erupting with intricate Sanskrit inscriptions.

Unleashing his full might, every blow was infused with the Ferocious Dragon Elephant Power.

Shen Hua's Sword Qi grazed him, managing to scrape only the surface, with the wounds vanishing almost instantly.

"This regenerative ability..." Shen Hua grew increasingly astonished with each passing moment of their combat.

"Could it truly be the mythical Undying Sacred Body?"

Meanwhile, Wei Feng was already locked in a desperate struggle against Gu Sheng.

"Within one hundred breaths, I shall claim your life!"

Gu Sheng's proclamation was as chilling as the void.

Wei Feng let out an enraged laugh, his Spirit Sword humming vibrantly in his grasp.

"A mere ant from the Earth Palace Realm dares to utter such audacious words?"

Before his taunt had even concluded, Wei Feng's expression drastically changed.

He felt the Spiritual Power within his body moving sluggishly, as if ensnared in a treacherous mire.

It was then he understood that the surrounding magnetic field was in disarray, throttling his power to less than half its former strength.

"I see..."

A grim realization dawned in Wei Feng's eyes, but it was swiftly supplanted by a fierce resolve.

"Even with merely thirty percent of my strength, annihilating you will be as effortless as slaughtering a fowl!"

"Swish!"

A torrent of blood-colored Sword Qi erupted forth, cleaving the very ground as it streaked through the air.

Gu Sheng neither flinched nor evaded; the Ancient Reincarnation Bell hovering above him pulsed with brilliant light, intercepting the strike head-on.

"Clang—"

The bell's resonance reverberated through the heavens, its concussive wave pulverizing the surrounding stones into fine dust.

A trickle of blood escaped the corner of Gu Sheng's mouth, yet he pressed forward, instantly closing the distance.

"You court death!"

Wei Feng executed a series of rapid sword swings, weaving a deadly net of Sword Qi.

Gu Sheng plunged directly into this lethal embrace with his bare body.

"Slash!"

A gaping wound, exposing bone, tore open his shoulder, but paradoxically, his momentum surged forward.

Twenty breaths had elapsed, and a hint of anxiety began to creep into Gu Sheng's demeanor.

"Close-quarters combat it is!"

Gu Sheng's right fist glowed with a resplendent black and gold hue.

Wei Feng reacted swiftly, redirecting his blade to thrust directly at Gu Sheng's throat.

"Ding!"

Fist met sword tip in a shower of incandescent sparks.

Wei Feng stared in disbelief; his full-force thrust failed to breach the formidable defense of his opponent's fist.

"The advantage of a Body Refiner, it is just beginning to show!"

Gu Sheng launched his left fist, a projectile of devastating power.

Wei Feng hastily raised a block, but the impact sent him reeling back three paces, the flesh of his tiger's mouth split open.

Thirty breaths had passed, and Gu Sheng's assault intensified with each passing moment.

His Fist Skill appeared crude and unrefined, yet each strike carried lethal intent.

Despite Wei Feng's superior realm, he found himself at a significant disadvantage in the brutal close-quarters exchange.

"Forty breaths!"

Gu Sheng bellowed suddenly, accelerating his punching speed by a noticeable margin.

A hook punch landed squarely beneath Wei Feng's ribs, followed by an audible snap of bone.

"Puff—"

Wei Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood and stumbled backward, genuine fear finally flickering in his eyes.

He could scarcely believe the sheer resilience of a cultivator from the Earth Palace Realm.

"Majestic Fury!"

Wei Feng abruptly bit his tongue, expelling a spray of blood onto his sword.

The blade instantly blazed with a crimson aura, and a blood-red Sword Qi ascended into the heavens.

This was the signature technique of the Luotian Sect, a terrifying Heaven Rank Martial Technique whose pressure solidified the very air within a hundred-foot radius.

"Fifty breaths!"

Far from being intimidated, Gu Sheng's eyes gleamed with exhilaration. His form blurred momentarily, and in the next instant, he vanished into the ether.

Wei Feng’s pupils constricted in alarm.

"Void Escape Technique?!"

"Heaven-breaking Fist!"

An icy voice echoed from behind him.

Wei Feng spun around frantically just as the blood-colored Sword Qi and the black-gold fist aura collided with thunderous force.

"Boom!"

The resulting explosion's shockwave uprooted the ground within a thirty-foot radius.

Emerging from the swirling dust, Wei Feng's Spirit Sword was flung from his grasp, shattering into numerous fragments in mid-air.

"Im-impossible..."

Wei Feng gazed down at the fist embedded in his chest, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

Gu Sheng's expression remained impassive as he twisted his fist.

"Sixty breaths."

"Bang!"

A second punch crushed Wei Feng's heart.

"Seventy breaths."

The third impact obliterated his head.

Wei Feng, a formidable powerhouse of the Heavenly Palace Realm, met his end!

As Gu Sheng landed, he swayed slightly, his right arm a canvas of fresh blood.

Yet, he paid his wounds no heed, immediately shifting his gaze to the other ongoing battle.

There, Shen Hua was utterly paralyzed with terror by the spectacle he had just witnessed.

Having seen Wei Feng's demise firsthand, his will to fight crumbled, and he turned to flee.

"Attempting to escape?"

Ling Xiao's figure materialized, blocking Shen Hua's path, the Golden Alms Bowl descending with crushing force.

Shen Hua hastily raised his sword to parry, but the impact rendered his arm numb.

He came to understand that his Dao Heart had been obliterated by the dread of death ages ago.

"Taiqing Unity Skill!"

Gu Sheng's voice echoed like a death knell as a verdant light surged forward, striking Shen Hua's back with immense force.

"Ah!"

Shen Hua cried out, his body violently propelled airborne.

Ling Xiao ascended, launching a whip-like kick that sent him even higher.

"No! I am from the Heavenly Palace..."

Shen Hua's desperate cry was abruptly silenced.

Gu Sheng apprehended the Spirit Sword plummeting from the sky, a frigid glint flashed, and a head was severed.

The decapitated form crashed heavily to the ground.

"Eighty breaths."

Gu Sheng voice was chilling as he flicked the Blood Pearl off his sword.

Ling Xiao collected their Void Rings, giving Wei Feng's corpse a dismissive kick.

"A Heavenly Palace Realm cultivator, merely so-so."

Gu Sheng inquired suddenly.

"Why do you feel no remorse when you kill?"

Ling Xiao joined his hands, his expression grave.

"Even the Buddha brandishes the Vajra's Angry Eyes at times. To hesitate when one ought to slay is a transgression."

"Intriguing."

Gu Sheng smirked.

"It appears we..."

Before he could conclude, his head snapped northward.

Several potent energies were rapidly approaching from that direction.

"Go!"

Gu Sheng urged in a low tone, flicking the longsword in his hand, causing droplets of still-warm blood to fall.

"Too much commotion; at least three factions are drawing near."

"Dispose of the bodies and depart at once."

Gu Sheng's instructions were brief. He was already forming a hand seal, causing the earth to tremor slightly as it opened to swallow Wei Feng's remains.

The pair tidied the scene in under ten breaths.

Ling Xiao cast a final glance at the ground, ensuring no trace remained, then vanished into the dense woods with Gu Sheng, employing swift movement techniques.

Shortly after their departure, several figures materialized in a flash, landing precisely where the combat had taken place.

"Curious. We clearly detected battle fluctuations, yet there's no one here?"

Zhang Zhishang frowned, his gaze sweeping the vicinity. He lightly toyed with the folding fan in his hand, his covetous eyes betraying his thoughts.

Yu Wenbai crouched down, delicately touching a scorched leaf on the ground with his fingertips.