Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1522 - 784: Magnificence

"Damn little bastard!"

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator was completely furious.

"I will let you know what the true power of the Sect Realm is!"

He formed a seal with his hands, the blood flames around him surged wildly, and his figure began to rapidly expand.

In an instant, a Blood Demon True Body, ten zhang tall, appeared before everyone.

The Blood Demon was entirely crimson, with exposed fangs, and eyes burning with a bloodthirsty flame.

"Blood Demon True Body!"

Shen Qingtan cried out in shock.

"This is the ultimate secret technique of the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator!"

The Blood Demon True Body looked down at the insignificant Gu Sheng and let out a deafening roar.

A massive blood-colored hand descended from the sky, with sharp nails like ten blood-colored spears, stabbing fiercely at Gu Sheng.

Faced with this world-destroying strike, Gu Sheng remained surprisingly calm.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if sensing something.

"Brother Qin Tian! Dodge quickly!"

Qin Yurou shouted anxiously.

Just as the blood-colored giant hand was about to touch Gu Sheng, he suddenly opened his eyes, a burst of golden light erupting from them.

At the same time, a golden Longsword appeared out of thin air in his hand, with mystical runes flowing on its blade.

"Southern Emperor’s Sword..."

Shen Qingtan recognized this legendary Divine Weapon, her voice trembling with shock.

At the moment Gu Sheng grasped the sword hilt, his entire demeanor changed.

He seemed to merge with the sword, exuding an authority that transcended all beings.

"Beichen Sky-breaking Sword."

Five words lightly flowed from Gu Sheng’s mouth, yet they rang like a thunderclap.

His figure instantly turned into a stream of golden lightning, moving so fast that even an afterimage was hard to catch.

"Chhh..."

A streak of golden sword light split the sky, flashing past the neck of the Blood Demon True Body.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The movement of the Blood Demon True Body abruptly halted, fear appearing in those blood-flame-burning eyes for the first time.

"No... impossible..."

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator’s voice became intermittent.

The hand clutching his neck was dyed dark red, and blood gushed from between his fingers like a breached dam, impossible to stop.

His eyes widened, his pupils reflecting Gu Sheng’s indifferent face, devoid of victory’s joy, only looking at him with the indifference one would a mere ant.

"This can’t be!"

The Evil Cultivator roared, his voice hoarse from blood loss.

"I’ve mastered the Blood Refining Technique, I am already undying!"

His body began trembling uncontrollably, and the neck wound not only did not heal but expanded rapidly as if corroded by some force.

The once muscular form shrank visibly, the skin turning gaunt and wrinkled, and the state of the Blood Demon True Body was rapidly dissipating.

Gu Sheng sheathed his sword, standing tall, as the blood on the Beichen Sky-breaking Sword was strangely absorbed by the blade, leaving no trace.

He looked down at the kneeling Evil Cultivator, his gaze as cold as frost.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the progenitor of the Blood Refining Technique died under this sword."

Gu Sheng’s spiritual power pierced directly into the Evil Cultivator’s mind.

"To die under the Beichen Sky-breaking Sword, consider it a return to your roots."

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

The Evil Cultivator struggled to lift his head, eyes full of disbelief.

"The Beichen Sky-breaking Sword has long been lost... unless..."

Gu Sheng’s lips curved in a cold smile.

"You are not worthy to know."

The Evil Cultivator’s body had already shriveled to a skeletal state, his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something more, but only raspy sounds came from his throat.

In the next second, his body snapped like a withered branch, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Gu Sheng did not spare a glance at that desiccated corpse, and his left arm suddenly radiated intense golden light.

Countless vine tendrils with sharp barbs sprouted wildly from his sleeve, lunging at the Evil Cultivator’s corpse like living creatures.

The vines pierced the wounds of the dead body, emitting a hair-raising "sizzle", and in the blink of an eye, the corpse was completely absorbed, leaving not even a drop of blood.

Not far away, Shen Qingtan and Qin Yurou were awakened by Gu Sheng’s spiritual power, slowly opening their eyes.

The last scene they saw was the frightening image of the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator displaying the Blood Demon True Body, only to discover the battle had ended upon waking.

"What... what happened?"

Qin Yurou rubbed her temples, her face pale.

Shen Qingtan reacted faster, her gaze immediately landing on Gu Sheng standing in the center of the scene, as well as the quickly disappearing blood stain on the ground.

Her eyes paused momentarily on the golden light yet to fully retract from Gu Sheng’s left arm, filled with shock.

"Watch out!"

Snow Eagle suddenly shrieked, taking wing and carrying the two women up into the sky.

Right where they had been lying, some vines were retracting into the ground, with a few drops of uncoagulated Blood Pearl still clinging to the sharp barbs.

Gu Sheng looked up at the three in mid-air, the golden light on his left arm completely receded.

With a gentle wave of his hand, those eerie vines swiftly retracted into his sleeve as if summoned, vanishing without a trace.

Snow Eagle circled a few times, and after confirming safety, slowly descended.

Shen Qingtan and Qin Yurou landed somewhat unsteadily, clearly not fully recovered from the mental shock.

"He’s... dead?"

Shen Qingtan looked at the empty ground where the Evil Cultivator’s body should have been.

Gu Sheng nodded.

"Dead."

Qin Yurou gasped.

"He was a Blood Refining Technique complete Evil Cultivator, reportedly with an undying body..."

"There is no true undying body in this world."

Gu Sheng said softly, his gaze falling on Shen Qingtan.

"Are you alright?"

Shen Qingtan’s expression was complex, a mix of shock at Gu Sheng’s power and other indescribable emotions.

She barely managed to compose her feelings.