Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1671 - 848: Penetration Power (2)

This lineup is enough to sweep most areas in the Southern Border. To them, crushing Gu Sheng and a scruffy old man is simply like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken.

Yet, in the face of this lineup and murderous intent that would make ordinary Sect Realm experts quake in their boots, Xia Wuyou merely scratched his ear, his face full of impatience and disdain, as if he were facing not thousands of elite Martial Artists but indeed a swarm of buzzing flies.

"Noisy."

He casually uttered two words.

At that moment, some Divine Sect elders, unable to contain their anger, took action first! Whether in mountain-like Fist Seals, Blade Gang tearing the sky, or Sword Qi like a rainbow, over ten rays imbued with terrifying energy tore through the air from different directions, bombarding toward Xia Wuyou! Any of these attacks alone was enough to easily obliterate a small mountaintop!

Facing an attack poised to annihilate everything beneath his feet entirely, Xia Wuyou didn’t even bother to lift an eyelid, let alone evade.

He merely raised the same hand he’d just used to pick his toenails and grasped the incoming True Qi Ribbons lightly in mid-air!

No deafening explosions, no energy rush waves.

Those dozen attacks, which appeared invincible to the crowd, seemed to be simultaneously grasped by an invisible giant hand while still dozens of feet away from Xia Wuyou. Then, like punctured bubbles, they made a chain of light pops, exploding mid-air into the purest Spiritual Energy points, scattering gracefully into the air, without even affecting Xia Wuyou’s garment hem.

"What?!"

"How is that possible?!"

The elders who struck had their pupils constrict and faces filled with incredulity.

Their combined strike was resolved by the opponent so dismissively?

In the inn room, Situ Qingfeng watched anxiously through the window, secretly startled, inhaling sharply.

He knew Xia Wuyou was strong, but to be so strong as to obliterate the attacks of more than a dozen Earth King Realm experts with a wave of his hand, it went entirely beyond his imagination!

Those men dispatched by Xiao Beixuan and the Seventy-two Divine Sects appeared imposing, yet in front of someone like Xia Wuyou, they were simply chickens and dogs, strong on the outside but weak within!

The leading Divine Sect elders, particularly the Heavenly King Realm Peak elder from the Longevity Divine Sect, finally detected something amiss! The scruffy old man’s strength far exceeded their expectations; they definitely couldn’t contend against him!

"The situation has changed! Quick, send a communication back to the Sect, requesting aid..."

The elder from the Longevity Divine Sect reacted swiftly, urgently instructing the disciple in charge of communication beside him while a quick-response Communication Jade Talisman appeared in his hand, ready to be shattered.

"Only now thinking of requesting aid? It’s too late!"

Xia Wuyou’s indifferent voice rang out once more, breaking off their actions.

Before his words faded, his left hand flicked casually, a flash of black light streaking past, revealing a dilapidated chopper appearing in his hand, seemingly rusted as if fetched from a pile of firewood.

At the moment the chopper appeared, the scruffy, lazy aura around Xia Wuyou disappeared instantly! Replacing it was an aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood descending, freezing all of creation with terrifying killing intent so intense it seemed tangible, causing the sky to congeal and the light to dim!

Buzz——!

An indescribable massive pressure descended like the heavens overturning! In the sky, those ten thousand Divine Sect Martial Artists and Xiao Beixuan’s dispatched forces, whether ordinary Spirit Realm, Heavenly Martial Realm disciples, or those Earth King Realm, Heavenly King Realm elders, including the Longevity Divine Sect’s Heavenly King Realm Peak elder.

At this moment, everyone froze, as if trapped in amber, forced immobile in their place, unable to move a finger, their eyes instantly filled with boundless fear!

"Ven... Venerable...! You are... a Venerable!"

The Heavenly King Realm Peak elder of the Longevity Divine Sect, relying on the strongest cultivation, barely managed to make a sound. His complexion changed dramatically, going utterly pale, uttering a few words with difficulty filled with despair and shock! No matter what, he never anticipated that what appeared to be a simple assassination task would bring out a legendary Venerable Realm existence!

"Correct, but alas, no prize."

Xia Wuyou’s figure moved.

He stepped forward, appearing as if via Instant Teleportation before the frozen coalition forces. The rusty chopper in his hand suddenly spewed out a sinister and dazzling blood light!

"Cut."

He uttered a word lightly, casually swinging the chopper forward.

A blood-red Blade Aura burst from the chopper! Initially only several feet in length, but once detached from the blade, it grew with the wind, instantly forming into a gigantic, terrifying blood-red arc spanning thousands of feet horizontally across the sky!

As the Blade Aura passed, even the space was torn, emitting unbearable mourning, as if the heavens themselves were about to be split by this one strike!

Xia Wuyou’s figure vanished along with the Blade Aura, seemingly merging into the blood-red arc, dragging thousands of feet of blood-red light, carving a beautiful but deadly scarlet trajectory through the shadowy coalition forces fixed in place!

Where the Blade Aura passed, those Divine Sect Martial Artists trapped motionless couldn’t even react or utter a scream. Under the blood-red Blade Aura infused with the Law of Destruction, they melted, vaporized, turning directly into drifting crimson mist in the air!

With just one strike!

The ten-thousand-strong coalition forces, blocking out the sun, saw their energies halved just like that! Over five thousand Martial Artists perished in one slash, bodies and souls obliterated!

And this was merely the beginning.

Xia Wuyou’s figure flickered like a ghost in the frozen sky.

"Cut again!"

"Third cut!"

Two more blood-red Blade Auras spanning thousands of feet, slicing through the remaining coalition forces along different trajectories!

Boom! Boom!

Space warped violently, even creating minute black fissures, though it healed in a flash, the emitted aura of destruction making the whole world tremble!

When the third Blade Aura’s residual brightness faded...

The sky, initially filled with the oppressive "dark clouds" formed by the aura of ten thousand Martial Artists, completely vanished.

Replaced by dense and unyielding blood-red mist permeating above the small town, accompanied by a nauseous, stifling blood stench seemingly solidifying the air.

Among the over ten thousand Martial Artists at least Spirit Realm and above, including dozens of King Realm elders, a Heavenly King Realm Peak... within these brief two to three breaths, were slaughtered utterly by Xia Wuyou’s seemingly casual three slashes! Both form and spirit extinguished!

The entire small town fell silent, devoid of sound.

At the inn window, Situ Qingfeng was utterly stunned, his mouth agape sufficient to fit an egg, his mind blank, entirely unable to grasp the ongoing unfolding events.

Is this... is the power of the Venerable Realm? Fighting thousands like mowing grass?

The blood mist in the sky slowly dispersed, Xia Wuyou’s scruffy image reformed.

The chopper in his hand vanished, the terrifying killing intent surrounding him retreated without a trace, reverting back to the seemingly harmless old man.

But his originally slightly illusory figure now turned more transparent.

He stepped forward, as if performing Shrinking Ground, the illusory form directly passing through the inn wall, appearing in the room with Gu Sheng and Situ Qingfeng.

Upon entering the room, an invisible pressure naturally radiated. Situ Qingfeng, already in shocked stupor, had no resistance, being pressed down with a "thump" by the pressure, the wooden floor beneath him caving in. He struggled, unable even to lift his gaze, only able to feel the mountain-like heavy dread.

Xia Wuyou didn’t glance at Situ Qingfeng, nonchalantly tossed a dazed, soul-lost, limp figure in front of Gu Sheng, none other than Xiao Beixuan’s replacement.