Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1559 - 802: What Kind of Monster_2

His face was so somber that water could almost drip from it, and the killing intent in his eyes nearly condensed into substance.

"Blood Evil Twelve Riders... all annihilated?"

Venerable Ming River’s voice was like Nine Nether Cold Ice.

"That was the toil of my centuries!"

In the hall filled with rolling black mist, Venerable Ming River’s black robes flapped, and his pale fingers formed an eerie spell.

Suspended before him were nine blood-colored talismans, each emitting a disconcertingly evil aura.

"Three thousand years..."

Venerable Ming River’s voice was hoarse, and the blood-red light flickered in his eyes.

"Today, this moment has finally arrived."

Suddenly, the floor of the hall split open, and a dark shadow slowly rose.

She was a woman dressed in a black gown, her skin as pale as snow yet unhealthy-looking, and the silver bells on her bare feet rang crisply with each step she took.

"Ring... ring..."

Every sound of the bell dimmed the sealing runes on the hall walls a little more.

The woman walked up to Venerable Ming River and slightly parted her red lips.

"Venerable, it’s been a long wait."

Venerable Ming River’s eyes burned with fervor.

"Demon Moon, you’ve finally awakened."

The woman named Demon Moon laughed softly, her laughter carrying an indescribable wickedness.

"Thanks to the Venerable nourishing me with Life Souls all these years, otherwise, I’d still be trapped in this damn seal."

Venerable Ming River said no more, suddenly clasping his hands together.

"Break!"

The nine blood-colored talismans ignited simultaneously, transforming into nine blood dragons shooting towards the top of the hall.

Simultaneously, the silver bells on Demon Moon’s ankle shook wildly, black mist surged out from beneath her gown, merging with the blood dragons.

"Boom..."

Golden light flashed at the top of the hall, ninety-nine golden chains appeared out of thin air, each inscribed with ancient runes, moving to strangle the black mist.

"Such a trifling seal, and you think you can stop me?"

Venerable Ming River sneered, a pitch-black jade scroll flew from his sleeve.

"Three thousand Life Souls, heed my command!"

The jade scroll shattered, countless twisted faces wailed and formed a barrier, forcibly blocking the first wave of the golden chains’ attack.

Seizing the moment, Demon Moon made a sealing motion with her hands, a blood-colored crescent moon emerged from the black mist.

"Blood Moon Ascends, all spells break!"

The blood-colored crescent moon collided with the golden chains, emitting a piercing metal friction sound.

The chains broke one by one, but with each break, more chains extended from the Void.

Venerable Ming River’s face was somber.

"The Gu family’s old villain’s seal is indeed troublesome."

He turned to look at Demon Moon.

"Use that move."

Demon Moon’s eyes showed hesitation, but were quickly replaced by fierceness.

She bit the tip of her tongue, spraying a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the black mist.

"With my Essence Blood, I summon thy true name... Blood Evil of Ming River, heed my command!"

The black mist instantly boiled, transforming into a monstrous blood wave to assault the seal.

The golden chains retreated under this force, and a crack appeared at the top of the hall.

"Go!"

Venerable Ming River grabbed Demon Moon’s wrist, the two transformed into a blood light charging through the crack.

Behind them, the entire hall collapsed with a roar, the golden chains twisted like giant serpents in their death throes, finally turning into specks of golden light and dissipating.

Two days later, under a clear sky for miles, a blue tunneling light streaked across the sky.

Gu Sheng stood on the Flying Sword, the map given by Bai Yu glimmering in his hand.

He frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the endless mountain range below.

"Wuya Ancient City... the former Holy Land of East Desolation, now a treasure hunter’s paradise."

Suddenly, he sensed several auras approaching.

Turning to look, five tunneling lights flew towards him.

"Friend, please stop!"

The leading youth in blue robes said loudly, his voice carrying some enthusiasm.

Gu Sheng slowed down discreetly, his right hand already resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The five tunneling lights stopped before him, revealing the figures of three men and two women.

The blue-robed youth cupped his hands and smiled.

"I am Zhao Boyang from Great Wilderness Holy Academy, these are fellow disciples. May I ask if the friend is coming from the direction of Great Wilderness City?"

Gu Sheng’s gaze swept over the five, finally resting on Zhao Boyang.

This person’s aura was steady, at least at the mid-Sect Realm cultivation, while the other four were considerably weaker.

"Just passing through."

Gu Sheng responded casually, neither admitting nor denying.

Beside Zhao Boyang, a man in a blue robe frowned.

"Senior Brother Zhao asked you a question, is this your attitude?"

"Junior Brother Zhou!"

Zhao Boyang rebuked, but when he turned to Gu Sheng, he wore a smile.

"Apologies, Dao friend. Junior Brother Zhou is a bit impatient. We are heading to Wuya Ancient City and saw you traveling alone. We wanted to invite you to join us."

Gu Sheng shook his head.

"Thank you for the offer, but I’m used to traveling alone."

"Humph, you don’t know what’s good for you!"

Junior Brother Zhou snorted coldly.

"Senior Brother Zhao is a Sect Realm expert, you’re lucky to be invited!"

Gu Sheng’s eyes turned cold, his gaze piercing like a sword towards Junior Brother Zhou.

The latter suddenly felt a pang of fear, as if being watched by a Fierce Beast, and involuntarily stepped back half a step, his face pale.

Zhao Boyang, surprised, quickly intervened.

"No offense, Dao friend. Junior Brother Zhou speaks without thinking. Since you do not wish to join us, we won’t insist."

Gu Sheng withdrew his gaze and was about to leave when he suddenly sensed something and quickly turned to look at the sky.

Zhao Boyang also sensed the anomaly, his face changing dramatically.

"This is bad!"

In the distance, dozens of tunneling lights shot forward like meteors, their speed so fast that they were upon them in a blink.

These tunneling lights were an eerie dark red, emitting an uncomfortable aura.

"It’s people from the Blood Evil Sect!"

A female Disciple beside Zhao Boyang exclaimed.

"Why are they here?"

Junior Brother Zhou’s face turned pale.

"Wasn’t the Blood Evil Sect wiped out a hundred years ago?"

Zhao Boyang made a swift decision.

"Form a defense! Do not engage directly!"

But before they could act, dozens of dark red tunneling lights already surrounded them.

The tunneling lights faded, revealing more than thirty Cultivators wearing blood-red robes, each with eerie red light flickering in their eyes.

Gu Sheng’s shirt shattered into fragments under the impact of the True Qi Ribbon, revealing a robust upper body.

His copper-colored skin shone with a metallic luster in the sunlight, muscle lines smooth and full of explosive power, yet not a single bruise seen.

Those ten or more attacks capable of shattering mountains and stones left only shallow white marks on his skin, which vanished in an instant.

A silence fell on the scene as the wind stirred up sand and dust, sweeping past the rigid bodies of the group.

Ye Changling’s pupils contracted sharply, his previously furious expression froze and turned to disbelief.

He stared intently at Gu Sheng’s untouched chest, his throat rolling up and down.

"This is impossible..."

He whispered hoarsely, then his anger flared even hotter, roaring fiercely.

"A bunch of trash! They can’t even handle a mere kid! Attack with full force! Within the time of a cup of tea, I want him torn to pieces!"

After the order was given, the dozens of Sect Realm experts, although shocked, did not dare to disobey.

They exchanged glances, killing intent once again gathering, thicker and more ferocious than before.

The colorful glow of True Qi erupted, the clanging sound of drawing swords and knives incessant, all locking onto Gu Sheng, standing alone in the field.

Zhao Boyang held his chest, blood still at the corner of his mouth, urgently saying.

"Gu brother, come back quickly!

They’re going to go all out!"

He struggled to reestablish the barrier, but due to chaotic inner energy, his True Qi could not condense.

The contemptuous expressions on his subordinates’ faces had long been replaced by astonishment, one muttering.

"Taking on ten or more Sect Realm attacks directly...what kind of monster is he?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Boyang furiously rebuked.

"Shut up! If not for us involving Gu brother, he wouldn’t be in this situation! Quickly, help him!"

He tried to muster True Qi, attempting to advance.

But Gu Sheng seemed not to hear the voices behind him.

He slightly moved his neck, producing a faint brittle sound of bones.

His gaze was frighteningly calm, a kind of unfathomable indifference, as if the dozens of Sect Realm experts with sky-high killing intent were no different from roadside grass.

This gaze made the recently roaring Ye Changling once again feel an inexplicable fear rising within him, even involuntarily stepping back half a step.

"Kill!"

A hot-tempered Sect Realm mid-stage strongman could not hold back, and first took action.

He wielded a heavy Ghost Head Saber, earthen yellow True Qi surged, the blade humming, carrying with it immense force as it slashed at Gu Sheng’s waist, the blade wind fierce, causing the dust on the ground to swirl.