Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1266 - 657: Run Without Looking Back

"Hahaha!"

Wang Xiu Jie suddenly erupted into boisterous laughter.

"As I suspected, he’s merely a useless piece of trash! Even the Divine Artifact deems him unworthy!"

The man cloaked in black beside him inquired, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Then why isn’t he fleeing?"

"Flee?"

Wang Xiu Jie let out a cold sneer.

"The artifact has likely backfired, leaving him completely immobilized! How dare a mere Heavenly Palace Realm cultivator covet an Ancient Divine Artifact; he’s getting what he deserves!"

His declaration found resonance with the assembled crowd, who nodded in shared agreement.

Wang Xiu Jie’s voice boomed with stern authority.

"Everyone, heed my words! Capture Gu Sheng alive and secure the treasure sword!"

"Wang Xiu Jie! Don’t you dare think you can claim it all for yourself!"

Lv Feng’s voice suddenly cut through the air.

"Everyone, none of us can defeat him alone. We only stand a chance if we unite our forces!"

She understood their inherent greed all too well, and with a single sentence, she ignited the covetous desires in their hearts.

Indeed, as long as they dealt with Wang Xiu Jie first...

"Kill!"

Uncertain who uttered the first cry, several dozen cultivators launched their attacks simultaneously!

Some lunged at Wang Xiu Jie, others surged towards Gu Sheng, while a select few lurked in the shadows, waiting for an opportune moment to snatch the spoils. The scene instantly devolved into utter chaos!

"Scoundrels!"

Wang Xiu Jie roared, his battle array erupting in a brilliant, golden radiance.

"You are courting death!"

Hovering above the Blood River, the Qinghe Saintess was rapidly approaching, her heart filled with anxiety.

She attempted to communicate with Gu Sheng via telepathy, but alas, the formidable power of the Blood River obstructed any transmission of thoughts.

"How could this be..."

The Holy Daughter’s exquisite eyes were alight with worry. She watched helplessly as the pack of fiends closed in on Gu Sheng, her fingertips digging into her palms with desperate urgency.

She couldn’t comprehend why Gu Sheng’s fate mattered so profoundly to her, yet a voice deep within her soul screamed relentlessly.

"Gu Sheng must not perish!"

Meanwhile, at this critical juncture, Gu Sheng began to exhibit signs of burgeoning joy.

The spectral soul body not only aided him in suppressing the sword’s volatile aura but was also actively guiding him towards forging a connection with the Divine Sword itself!

As he extended his Divine Sense to probe the sword, he was immediately stunned by the immense power that lay sealed within its depths.

It was a terrifying force, as boundless as a galaxy, and even the slightest perception of it sent tremors through his very soul!

"Is this... the true might of the Divine Sword?"

Gu Sheng’s heart pounded like a war drum.

"If only I could master it completely..."

He could feel the rhythmic pulsations in his palm as the power ensconced within the treasure sword began its slow reawakening.

Even the Sword Qi that inadvertently spilled forth caused the Blood River flowing beneath his feet to silently cleave apart.

On the distant battlefield, the collision between Wang Xiu Jie’s battle array and Lv Feng’s contingent was nothing short of earth-shattering.

Golden and crimson lights clashed and intertwined, sending waves of blood soaring over a hundred feet into the sky.

"Senior Brother Wang! Disregard those despicable scoundrels for now!"

The man in black urged, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"Prioritize capturing Gu Sheng!"

Wang Xiu Jie’s expression darkened, the golden aura of his battle array flickering precariously.

How he yearned to apprehend Gu Sheng without delay!

However, Lv Feng, that conniving woman, along with a few other formidable experts, had specifically targeted the vulnerabilities of his battle array, compelling him to focus on defense.

"If this continues, the Spirit Stones will..."

Before one of his subordinates could finish speaking, Wang Xiu Jie cut him off sharply.

"Silence!"

A fierce glint flashed in Wang Xiu Jie’s eyes.

"Everyone, listen closely, alter the formation! Deploy the Heaven and Earth Net!"

The golden light emanating from the battle array abruptly transformed, manifesting as a sky filled with golden threads that swiftly enveloped Lv Feng and her companions.

This maneuver was immensely draining, but if it could ensnare those troublesome opponents...

"Retreat!"

Lv Feng had foreseen this tactic. At her command, everyone dispersed like startled birds and beasts fleeing danger.

The Golden Silk Net managed to ensnare only two cultivators who were slightly slower to react, reducing them to mere mist of blood.

"Damn it!"

Wang Xiu Jie trembled with incandescent rage.

"These accursed wretches!"

Not far away, Ling Xiao scratched his head, observing the chaotic melee unfolding before him.

"Why does this resemble a theatrical performance more and more..."

"Still, the greater the chaos, the better it is for us."

A delicate fragrance drifted past on the breeze.

Ling Xiao turned, and there she was: the Qinghe Saintess, swimming towards his position, her breathtaking visage etched with profound worry.

Behind her, the Dragon Palace cast a meaningful glance towards Ling Xiao.

The Saintess glided past the Dragon Palace, continuing her urgent swim toward the epicenter of the battle.

Greed flickered in the Dragon Palace’s eyes, its gaze remaining fixed upon the coveted Supreme Treasure Sword.

"Intriguing."

Ling Xiao stepped aside, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

"When the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman stands to gain..."

At this very moment, Gu Sheng was entirely engulfed by a swirling torrent of Sword Qi.

His pupils shone with the brilliance of the sun and moon, reflecting ancient and enigmatic runes.

With the treasure sword's control deepening, a shocking understanding dawned in his consciousness.

This sword, if unleashed, possessed the power to cleave mountains and rivers!

Visions of past pursuits and deep humiliations resurfaced, one by one, within his mind.

The taunts from Wang Xiu Jie, the scornful laughter of others, and the searing agony from each scar etched upon his body...

"Boom!"

His simmering rage resonated with his Sword Intent, causing Gu Sheng’s Sword Qi to erupt, surging three feet into the air! The surface of the Blood River split apart without a sound, revealing a chasm that plunged into unfathomable depths.

At this critical juncture of intense pressure, a familiar feminine voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Gu Sheng, flee immediately; remaining here means certain death."

This voice, akin to the gentle murmur of a spring, instantly quenched a portion of the fiery anger within him.

Gu Sheng's body gave a sudden jolt, and a noble, celestial figure materialized in his thoughts.

"The Qinghe Saintess?"

Directing his gaze towards the origin of the voice, he indeed beheld that cherished figure, watching him with evident anxiety.

Her eyes, typically radiating an indifferent beauty, were now brimming with profound concern.

Gu Sheng found himself momentarily stunned.

He had never anticipated encountering her in this place, much less receiving her urgent counsel to escape.

The palpable tension in her tone sent tremors through his very heart.

"Could it be... she harbors feelings for me?"

Just as this contemplation took root, the Saintess's voice cut through his thoughts once more.

"What are you hesitating for! Go now!"

While her expression remained stern, the subtle tremble of her eyelashes betrayed her concealed apprehension.

Initially fearing the potential repercussions of the sword's power on Gu Sheng, her heart found some solace in witnessing his ability to react, however slightly.

Gu Sheng was unsure how to respond. At that precise moment, an abrupt turn of events unfolded!

Wang Xiu Jie, having finally broken free, transformed his battle formation into a colossal blade, fifty yards in length, and brought it slashing down directly at Gu Sheng!

"Gu Sheng!"

The Saintess shrieked, her voice laced with alarm.

The Supreme Treasure Sword clutched in Gu Sheng's hand abruptly lifted itself, unleashing a beam of blue-red sword light that pierced the heavens!

"Zheng——"

The immense golden blade and the radiant sword light clashed. However, contrary to the expected cataclysmic explosion, it was as if ice met fire; Wang Xiu Jie’s battle array-infused golden blade simply dissolved into nothingness, silently fading away!