Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1305 - 676: Bloodline Taboo (2)

Yu Tianyi felt an irresistible force pushing him, sending him stumbling forward uncontrollably.

A heart-wrenching pain exploded from his abdomen as Ling Xiao’s fist impacted his dantian like a meteor.

"Ah—!"

Yu Tianyi let out an inhuman scream, blood erupting from his mouth.

Ling Xiao didn’t cease his assault, unleashing three consecutive punches onto the same vital spot.

Each strike landed with a deafening thud, shattering Yu Tianyi’s defensive true qi as if it were mere paper.

The final blow sent his entire body hurtling several yards, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Pfft—"

Yu Tianyi expelled another mouthful of blood, mingled with fragments of his internal organs. His eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.

An immediate silence descended upon the entire cave.

Yu Tianyi’s five fellow disciples stood frozen in disbelief; their strongest senior brother had been defeated so easily, treated like a mere sandbag?

Jin Xianyun’s smile vanished, her legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

Pan Zhuang, who had been strolling with an air of leisure, suddenly stopped. His sharp gaze, for the first time, fixed seriously upon this unassuming young man.

The more he observed, the more astonished he became—Ling Xiao’s seemingly relaxed posture was, in fact, perfect; his breathing was long and steady, his spiritual power as profound as an ocean.

"At least Earth Palace Mid-stage!"

Pan Zhuang narrowed his eyes, his voice laced with ice.

"Kid, you’ve certainly hidden your strength well. When did Daoist Yong’an’s Sect ever produce someone like you?"

Ling Xiao casually flicked his wrist, not even bothering to look directly at Pan Zhuang.

"None of your damn business."

"Outrageous!"

Four junior brothers, positioned behind Pan Zhuang, shouted in unison. The potent aura of the Earth Palace Stage erupted from them, causing stones within the cave to crack and tumble down.

Ling Xiao remained standing in his relaxed posture, not even bothering to smooth his robes.

Pan Zhuang raised a hand, signaling his disciples to stand down, and began to advance slowly.

With each step he took, his imposing aura intensified. Upon taking his seventh step, a brilliant azure light suddenly enveloped him.

"Earth Palace Realm Early Stage!"

Pan Zhuang crossed his arms with arrogance.

"To force me to reveal my true strength, you should be proud. Kneel and beg for mercy now, and I will grant you a swift end."

Ling Xiao finally met Pan Zhuang’s gaze, but his eyes held the look one would reserve for an utter fool.

"So much pointless chatter."

"Courting death!"

Pan Zhuang, letting out an enraged laugh, drew his spiritual blade with a sharp "zheng."

The blade itself was entirely emerald, adorned with seven blood-red patterns.

Gripping the blade with both hands held high above his head, the sword qi instantly surged outwards, extending ten yards. The intensity shook the entire cave violently, causing the ceiling to fracture like a spiderweb.

"Seven Evils Slash!"

The emerald sword qi coalesced into a ghastly specter’s face, slicing through the stone walls as easily as one might cut through tofu.

The sheer power of this strike was capable of cleaving a small mountain in two!

"The noise is excessive."

Gu Sheng, who had been sitting quietly throughout the ordeal, suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Make it quick."

Ling Xiao let out a slight chuckle.

"Did you hear that? My senior brother finds all this racket bothersome."

Facing a world-ending slash, Ling Xiao nonchalantly raised his right hand.

Though his movement appeared slow, the instant the sword qi drew near, he precisely intercepted the blade!

"Crack!"

A crisp shattering sound echoed through the cave. Under Pan Zhuang’s utterly bewildered stare, his spiritual blade, meticulously refined over twenty years, was pulverized into fragments by Ling Xiao’s bare hand!

"Impossible—" Pan Zhuang’s scream was abruptly silenced.

Ling Xiao's fist had already landed squarely on his chest. It appeared to be a gentle impact, yet it propelled Pan Zhuang backward like a projectile, smashing through seven stone pillars before he finally came to a halt.

"Pfft!"

The blood Pan Zhuang spewed arced through the air.

He struggled to rise, only to discover that eighty percent of his bones were shattered, and his spiritual power had been thoroughly dispersed by that single punch.

"Bro, bro..."

Several of his junior brothers turned deathly pale with fear.

Their invincible Senior Brother Pan, unable to withstand even a single move?

A sudden cold dread washed over Pan Zhuang.

He turned his head with immense difficulty, his gaze meeting a pair of slowly opening eyes—these were Gu Sheng’s eyes, dark as ink and sharp as a blade.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power whatsoever, yet Pan Zhuang felt his blood instantly turn to ice.

What kind of eyes were those! They resembled a demon crawled out from countless corpses and seas of blood; merely meeting their gaze sent one’s very soul trembling.

"No... please, don’t..."

Pan Zhuang’s teeth chattered uncontrollably, and a dark, wet stain was already visible on his trousers.

"Hiss—"

A silver-white Sword qi materialized from the empty air, resembling moonlight cascading downwards, as if the very Milky Way had been inverted and poured forth.

Pan Zhuang didn’t even have time to register what was happening; he merely felt an icy sensation at his neck before his vision abruptly spun.

"Boom!"

A headless corpse plummeted to the ground with a heavy thud, blood erupting from its severed neck and forming a crimson tide across the damp cave floor.

Its head tumbled three meters away, the expression of sheer disbelief still fixed on its face, mirroring the reflection of Gu Sheng, sword in hand, within its wide-open eyes.

"Drip... Drip..."

Crimson droplets cascaded from the tip of the Green Jade Sword, starkly clear within the profound silence of the cave.

"Ah——!!!"

A piercing scream tore from Jin Xianyun, nearly rupturing eardrums.

She stumbled backward, her gold-threaded skirt now dragging through the mud, her meticulously styled hair a tangled mess.

The face that usually held an air of arrogance was now a mask of distorted agony, tears and snot streaking across it.

"Pan... Brother Pan..."

Her trembling finger gestured towards the headless body.

The three accompanying brothers turned pale. The eldest, a man with a horse-like face, stammered, his gaze snapping to a sword mark on the cave wall, an inch deep.

"Look! The gash on the demon beast's head... and Brother Pan's..."

Following his pointed finger, they observed that the Sword Qi inscription on the rock face and the wound on Pan Zhuang's neck were identical, both bearing that distinctive spiral pattern—a testament to Sword Qi honed to its peak.

"He... He killed it!"

The short, stout cultivator suddenly exclaimed.

"He slew the Fourth Rank Iron-backed Grey Wolf! And we plundered his kill!"

Those words struck them like a dousing of icy water.

An individual capable of single-handedly defeating a Fourth Rank demon beast possessed a cultivation level of at least the Early Stage of Heavenly Palace. However, the strongest among them, Pan Zhuang, had only reached the Great Perfection of Earth Palace...

"Run!"

A desperate shout echoed, and the three simultaneously activated their Godspeed Talismans, transforming into streaks of light that shot off in separate directions.

Gu Sheng let out a low snort, preparing to thrust his spear, when a blur of green flashed before his eyes.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Three soft thuds sounded in rapid succession.

The Green Jade Sword traced a sinister arc through the air, instantly piercing the fleeing forms of the trio.

As the sword tips emerged from their chests, miraculously, not a drop of blood stained them.

"Ugh..."

The horse-faced cultivator looked down, beholding the hole in his chest, still wearing an expression of relief at having narrowly escaped death.

His heart had been obliterated by Sword Qi, but due to the extreme swiftness of the blade, he only registered the pain as his body collapsed.

The stout cultivator plunged into a murky puddle, the muddy water rapidly turning crimson.

He struggled to twist around, catching sight of Gu Sheng calmly sheathing his sword, his eyes dark and impassive.

"Azure... Azure Dragon Token..."

A sudden memory flashed through the stout cultivator's mind, his trembling hand reaching towards his chest.

"If I'd kept it... perhaps..."

His words died before he could finish, his pupils already wide with finality. He couldn't even retrieve the token that could summon sect assistance before his demise.

Ling Xiao nudged the nearest corpse with his foot, a sneer on his lips.

"He was too lenient with them."

"This location won't remain secure for long."

Gu Sheng's brow furrowed as he glanced towards the cave's entrance.

"The Qinghe Holy Land's Inspection Envoy is expected momentarily."

He spoke, then turned his attention to Jin Xianyun, who was huddled on the ground.

The girl, who moments before had exuded such arrogance, now resembled a pathetic puddle of sludge in the corner, her expensive robe streaked with bloodstains.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

Jin Xianyun suddenly lunged forward, latching onto Gu Sheng's leg, a twisted smile contorting her upturned face.

"I can be your cauldron! I know many secrets of Qinghe Holy Land! My father is..."

"Clang!"

The Green Jade Sword was drawn three inches, its chilling glint reflecting her tear-streaked visage.

Jin Xianyun's voice took on a shrill edge.

"You cannot kill me! I bear a bloodline restriction! My father will..."

The sword flashed and vanished.

Jin Xianyun's desperate plea was cut short.

She looked down, gazing at the sword embedded in her heart, the cloud pattern on the blade voraciously absorbing her Essence Blood.

"Vicious as a serpent, breeding future troubles."

Gu Sheng gave a sharp twist of his wrist, unleashing erupting Sword Qi that shredded the still-pulsating heart into pulp.

Ling Xiao drew in a sharp breath.

He had witnessed many ruthless individuals, but Gu Sheng's cold-blooded extermination was unlike anything he had encountered.

Even though she could have been subdued and utilized as a pawn, he chose complete eradication...