Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1248 - 648: Such Nonsense

"If you can kill me within one hundred breaths, then withdraw. Otherwise, leave."

Gu Sheng's command resonated within Ling Xiao's mind.

Clenching his teeth, Ling Xiao nodded. The Golden Alms Bowl suddenly expanded threefold, its surface rapidly filling with intricate Sanskrit characters.

No longer restrained, each powerful strike he delivered was infused with the might of the Dragon Elephant Force.

Shen Hua's Sword Qi lashed out, but it only managed to graze Ling Xiao's skin, the wound sealing itself instantaneously.

"This regenerative ability..." Shen Hua's apprehension grew with each passing moment of the engagement.

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

Meanwhile, on a separate front, Wei Feng was already locked in a fierce confrontation with Gu Sheng.

"Within one hundred breaths, your life will be forfeit!"

Gu Sheng's declaration was as cold as ice.

Upon hearing this, Wei Feng erupted in an angry laugh, the Spirit Sword clutched in his hand vibrating intensely.

"A mere ant from the Earth Palace Realm dares to boast so highly?"

Before he could finish his taunt, Wei Feng's expression shifted subtly.

He sensed a distinct sluggishness in the flow of Spiritual Power throughout his body, as if it were ensnared in a mire.

It was only then that the realization dawned: the ambient magnetic field was in disarray, effectively suppressing his power to less than half its normal level.

"So that's the reason..."

A fleeting shadow crossed Wei Feng's eyes, but it was swiftly replaced by a sharp, predatory glint.

"Even with merely thirty percent of my strength, dispatching you is akin to slaughtering a lamb!"

"Swish!"

A torrent of blood-colored Sword Qi erupted, carving a gash into the earth wherever its furious path led.

Gu Sheng made no attempt to evade; the Ancient Reincarnation Bell hovering above his head blazed with resplendent light, meeting the onslaught of the sword head-on.

"Clang——"

The bell's resonant toll reverberated through the heavens, its concussive force pulverizing the surrounding debris into fine dust.

A trickle of blood escaped Gu Sheng's lips, yet he capitalized on the momentum shift, lunging forward to close the distance in a single, fluid motion.

"You court death!"

Wei Feng unleashed a rapid barrage of sword strikes, weaving a formidable net of Sword Qi.

With raw physical prowess, Gu Sheng tore through the ensnaring barrier.

"Slash!"

A gruesome gash, deep enough to expose bone, opened on his shoulder, but paradoxically, his velocity only increased.

Twenty breaths had elapsed, and a sense of urgency began to grip Gu Sheng.

"I've closed the gap!"

Gu Sheng's right fist ignited, shimmering with a potent blend of black and golden light.

Wei Feng reacted swiftly, altering his stance and spinning his blade in a deadly thrust aimed at Gu Sheng's throat.

"Ding!"

The impact of the fist against the sword's tip sent sparks flying. Wei Feng stared in astonishment; his full-power thrust had failed to pierce his opponent's hardened fist.

"A Body Refiner's advantage is just beginning to show!"

Gu Sheng's left fist shot out like a cannonball.

Wei Feng hastily brought up a block, only to be sent staggering back three paces, the fleshy palm of his hand split open from the force.

Thirty breaths had passed, and Gu Sheng's combat grew increasingly ferocious.

His Fist Skill, though deceptively simple and brutal, harbored lethal intent in every single maneuver.

Despite holding a superior realm, Wei Feng found himself increasingly at a disadvantage in the brutal close-quarters exchange.

"Forty breaths!"

Gu Sheng bellowed suddenly, accelerating the speed of his punches by yet another critical notch.

A sharp hook punch found its mark beneath Wei Feng's ribs, accompanied by the distinct, sickening sound of cracking bone.

"Puh——"

Wei Feng coughed up a spray of blood and stumbled backward, palpable fear finally surfacing in his eyes.

He had never conceived that a cultivator of the Earth Palace Realm could possess such a formidable physical form.

"Majestic Fury!"

Wei Feng abruptly bit down on his own tongue, expelling a mist of blood onto his sword. Instantly, the blade blazed with a crimson light, and a fearsome blood-colored Sword Qi shot skyward.

This was the Luotian Sect's paramount, house-defending technique, a terrifying pressure emanating from a Heaven Rank Martial Technique that solidified the very air within a hundred-foot radius.

"Fifty breaths!"

Instead of recoiling, Gu Sheng's eyes lit up with exhilaration. His form flickered and blurred; the next instant, he had vanished completely from sight.

Wei Feng's pupils contracted sharply.

"Void Escape Technique?!"

"Heaven-breaking Fist!"

A chilling voice echoed from directly behind him. Wei Feng spun around in haste, the blood-red Sword Qi colliding violently with the resplendent black and gold fist of light.

"Boom!"

The shockwave from the explosion violently upheaved the ground within a thirty-foot radius.

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

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

Wei Feng stared down at the fist embedded in his chest, utter disbelief etched across his features.

Gu Sheng's expressionless fist gave a slight tremor.

"Sixty breaths."

"Boom!"

A second punch expertly struck, shattering Wei Feng's heart.

"Seventy breaths."

The third punch obliterated Wei Feng's head.

Thus, the formidable powerhouse of the Heavenly Palace Realm, Wei Feng, met his demise!

As Gu Sheng landed, he swayed slightly, his right arm a mangled, bloody mess. Nevertheless, he paid it no heed, foregoing any attempt to heal and immediately turning his attention toward another unfolding battle.

There, Shen Hua was utterly petrified by the preceding display of carnage. Witnessing Wei Feng's death firsthand had completely shattered his will to fight, and he turned to make his escape.

"Seeking to escape?"

Ling Xiao obstructed his escape route, bringing the Golden Alms Bowl down with immense force.

Shen Hua reacted swiftly, raising his sword to parry, yet his arm was left throbbing with numbness.

It was then he recognized his Dao Heart had long surrendered to the primal fear of death.

"Taiqing Unity Skill!"

Gu Sheng’s voice resonated with the chilling finality of a death knell. A verdant aura enveloped him, striking Shen Hua’s back with devastating impact.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream escaped Shen Hua as his body was violently propelled skyward.

Ling Xiao executed a powerful leap, delivering a swift whip kick that sent Shen Hua hurtling even higher.

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

Shen Hua’s desperate plea was silenced prematurely.

Gu Sheng intercepted the falling Spirit Sword in mid-air. With a swift, cold flash, Shen Hua’s head was severed.

His headless corpse plummeted to the earth with a heavy thud.

"Eighty breaths."

Gu Sheng casually flicked a Blood Pearl from the sword, his voice devoid of emotion.

Ling Xiao collected the Void Rings from both fallen foes, giving Wei Feng’s lifeless form a dismissive nudge with his foot.

"The Heavenly Palace Realm is not as formidable as rumored."

Gu Sheng inquired suddenly,

"Why do you show no remorse in taking a life?"

Ling Xiao joined his palms together, his expression grave.

"Even the Buddha exhibits the Vajra’s Angry Eyes at times. To refrain from acting when one should is a transgression."

"Intriguing."

Gu Sheng offered a grin.

"It appears we..."

His words were cut short as he abruptly turned his attention northward.

Several potent auras were rapidly closing in.

"We must depart!"

Gu Sheng urged sharply, flicking his longsword to shake off lingering drops of blood.

"The disturbance was considerable; at least three powerful presences are converging on this location."

"Dispose of the bodies and vanish at once."

Gu Sheng’s instructions were precise. He swiftly began a spell, causing the earth to tremor and open, swallowing Wei Feng’s body.

The pair meticulously cleansed the battlefield in under ten breaths.

Ling Xiao cast a final glance at the ground, ensuring no discernible evidence remained, before he and Gu Sheng melted into the dense forest, employing their movement techniques.

Shortly after their disappearance, several figures streaked across the sky, descending upon the scene of the recent conflict.

"How peculiar. We sensed the battle clearly, yet no one is present?"

Zhang Zhishang murmured, his brow furrowed as he surveyed the surroundings, idly twirling a folding fan, his undisguised avarice evident.

Yu Wenbai knelt, his fingers gently tracing a patch of scorched earth.