Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1611 - 828: Fierce Confrontation (Part 2)

This brief information was like a thunderclap, leaving Zhao Boyang and Old Xiong stunned!

The daughter of Venerable Ming River?! Hidden beside them?! Gu Sheng controlling the Evil Cultivator?! The information is too overwhelming for them to digest at once.

"Venerable Ming River... daughter?!"

Old Xiong’s voice altered.

Zhao Boyang forcefully suppressed the tumult in his heart, knowing now wasn’t the time for detailed inquiries.

He immediately pointed to the corner.

"Old Xiong and Old Array are severely injured and unconscious, need someone to carry them. We..."

He glanced at the bodies on the ground, then at his and Old Xiong’s condition, displeased.

Both had expended vast energy, were wounded, and taking on two unconscious ones severely compromised their battle strength.

"No problem."

Gu Sheng walked to the unconscious Old Xiong and Old Array, reached out to check the pulse, inputting a pure True Yuan to protect their heart meridians, then addressed Zhao Boyang.

"You two carry them. I will lead the breakthrough."

His tone was calm but held an indisputable confidence.

Just then, piercing True Qi beams suddenly erupted from the direction of the Thousand Souls Hall Main Hall!

The violent energy fluctuation swept forth, even from a distance, the intensity of the clash could be felt!

Faintly, angry roars and sharp rebukes seemed to resonate!

"They’ve started fighting!"

Old Xiong looked towards that direction, uncertain and anxious.

"Is it Jin’er... and Xiao Beixuan’s people?"

"It’s her."

Gu Sheng gazed at the source of the energy eruption, his eyes slightly focused.

Jin’er indeed attacked, and at least three King Realm experts’ presences were stirred! The battle is extraordinarily fierce!

"Good opportunity!"

Zhao Boyang’s spirit lifted.

"Gu, while they’re occupied, let’s break through immediately!"

"Go!"

Gu Sheng hesitated no longer, rushing out of the cave first.

Zhao Boyang and Old Xiong couldn’t afford to linger, each carrying the unconscious Old Xiong and Old Array, hastily following.

Outside the cave, the desolate mountain still stood, but the air was filled with a stronger aura of killing intent than before.

Gu Sheng spread his Divine Sense, instantly locking onto the closest and relatively weakened Secret Realm exit—not the main hall front door, but a more secluded side exit.

Although sealed by a light net, its guarding force was comparatively weak.

"Follow me!"

Gu Sheng commanded in a low voice, his figure darting like lightning towards the chosen direction.

Zhao Boyang and Old Xiong grit their teeth, carrying the injured, following full speed.

The three (actually five) of them sped through the dim Secret Realm, Gu Sheng’s Divine Sense akin to the most precise radar, preemptively avoiding potential patrol teams and restriction traps.

Along the way, they indeed encountered a few scattered Wuya Sect disciples, but Gu Sheng’s thunderous methods dispatched them instantly, without raising alarms.

"Five miles ahead, a patrol of about ten, the strongest no more than Sect Realm Fifth Level."

Gu Sheng’s voice echoed in Zhao Boyang and Old Xiong’s Sea of Consciousness.

"Speed up and charge through, I will handle it!"

Zhao Boyang and Old Xiong, hearing this, immediately accelerated to their limits.

Soon, a team of disciples adorned in Wuya Sect attire appeared ahead, seemingly alerted by the movements, looking cautiously towards this side.

"Enemy attack..."

The Sect Realm Fifth Level leader only uttered two words before a blur appeared before his eyes!

Gu Sheng materialized before him, five fingers forming a claw, shrieking air ripped, instantly gripping his throat!

The sound of shattered throat bones was unmistakable! The leader’s eyes bulged, dying instantly!

Simultaneously, a flash of golden-red light flickered on Gu Sheng’s left arm!

Several streaks of dark golden vine shadows shot out, at extreme speed, piercing the foreheads or hearts of the other nine disciples instantly!

Thud, thud, thud...

A series of muffled sounds, nine bodies collapsed almost simultaneously, without even uttering a cry.

Gu Sheng didn’t glance at the bodies on the ground, moving on swiftly.

Zhao Boyang and Old Xiong followed closely, witnessing Gu Sheng’s swift, nearly crushing killing method, shock growing stronger.

They knew Gu Sheng was strong, but witnessing firsthand made them realize he was fiercer, stronger than imagined!

The journey was smooth yet nerve-racking; Gu Sheng’s potent Divine Sense warning and thunderous techniques allowed them to bypass several stronger search teams, nearing the relatively secluded Secret Realm exit swiftly.

In the distance, a massive energy light net with runes hung down, completely sealing the exit.

In front of the light net, dozens of Wuya Sect disciples gathered, led by two Martial Artists with peak Sect Realm aura, vigilantly prepared.

Evidently, even the side exit had considerable defensive strength.

"Gu, what to do? Charge through?"

Zhao Boyang looked at the guards ahead, his expression grave.

He and Old Xiong were in poor condition, carrying injured, risk in charging was vast.

Gu Sheng halted, hiding behind a huge rock, sharply inspecting the guard formation and the sturdy energy light net ahead.

A gleam of cold flashed in his eyes, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Leave the light net to me. You, be ready... to break out!"

Gu Sheng led more than thirty people rescued from the cave, rushing through the dim Secret Realm.

This team was complex, with Zhao Boyang, Old Xiong, Old Array, their initial few subordinates, and some Martial Artists previously controlled by Jin’er who attacked Zhao Boyang, but ultimately survived.

Currently, although most were wounded, breath unsteady, their eyes burned with a strong survival will.

Zhao Boyang and the burly man holding the Mountain Opening Saber (Old Xiong) remained vigilant of their men, following closely behind Gu Sheng, not daring to lag.

"Faster! Keep up!"

Zhao Boyang occasionally urged the team in a low voice.

He carried the still unconscious Old Array, his face pale, but eyes sharp.

Old Xiong carried another unconscious companion, equally breath heavy, yet persevered grittingly.

Gu Sheng led, his powerful Divine Sense sweeping like an invisible spotlight, surveying the environment ahead and around.

His route choice was exceptionally cunning, avoiding obvious strong energy concentration points, specifically choosing areas with weak patrols and complex terrain.

During the journey, they encountered two small Wuya Sect patrols, but Gu Sheng’s thunderous tactics disposed of them instantly, allowing the team to proceed safely toward the Secret Realm exit.

Everyone’s heart was in their throats, both tense about unknown dangers ahead and constantly aware of the earth-shaking energy fluctuations from the Thousand Souls Hall Main Hall direction.

The battle there gripped everyone’s nerves.

...

The Thousand Souls Hall Main Hall, now transformed into a vortex center of rampant energy!

Deafening explosions echoed endlessly, frenzied True Qi turbulence like uncontrolled beasts, wildly tearing at everything within the hall!

Solid pillars were sliced in half, massive roof stones crashed, the floor cracked into countless bottomless trenches!

Three figures with terrifying auras were fiercely clashing in this destructive storm center!

Jin’er, garbed in a black dress, her form appeared phantom-like, swift enough to leave trails of afterimages.

She fought one against three, facing Xiao Beixuan and two powerful King Realm experts (one masked with a ghost face, one hulking with a giant axe), yet not conceding at all!

Her fingertips pointed, beams of golden light as substantial as material ripped through space, carrying purifying might against all evils, forcing the opponents into continuous evasions and blocks.

"Jin’er! You traitor! Dare to betray the Venerable! Betray me!"

Xiao Beixuan’s eyes were blood-red, resembling madness, wielding a longsword ablaze with black flames, each strike carrying terrifying power to tear through space!

Nether River Death Qi enshrouded him, a vague colossal shadow brimming with endless resentment hovered behind, part of his inherited power from Nether River!

Simultaneously, a distinct, upright and eerie Evil Qi power surged within him, from the incomplete Wuya Holy Land inheritance!

These forces intertwined within him, lacking balance, instead of complementing, brewing a latent conflict, making his aura alternately violent and stagnant.