Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1527: Chapter 786: Aura (Part 2)

”Netherworld Ghost Claw? Just a petty trick.”

Gu Sheng snorted coldly, instantly activating the Eighteen Cave Heavens within him, with a torrent of True Qi surging like a river.

”Nirvana Three Profound Changes, Second Change!”

Suddenly, a blinding golden light erupted around him, and his aura skyrocketed once again.

With a flip of his right hand, a crimson longsword appeared out of thin air, its blade engraved with ancient runes, gleaming brightly in the night.

”Southern Emperor Sword!”

The Meng Family Ancestor exclaimed in shock.

”Impossible!”

Gu Sheng ignored the crowd’s astonishment, the longsword cutting across the void, a dazzling sword light slicing through the night sky.

”Beichen Sky-breaking Sword!”

The sword light clashed with the claw shadow with a deafening roar.

Violent waves of energy swept in all directions, and the Meng Family martial artists within a hundred feet radius reeled as if struck, spitting blood and flying backward.

Even the Meng Family Ancestor was ashen-faced from the shock, and if not for that Third-level strong person in the Sect Realm promptly shielding him, he might have been injured as well.

”Seventh Brother!”

A hunched old man exclaimed.

Everyone focused their eyes and saw Seventh Brother’s body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through over a dozen courtyard walls before finally smashing into a rockery, splashing debris.

The smoke cleared, and Seventh Brother struggled to his feet, his white hat already shattered, revealing a scar-covered, menacing face.

Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he looked down at his chest...

A fist-sized blood hole appeared conspicuously, piercing through front to back.

”This...impossible...”

Seventh Brother managed to utter a few words with difficulty, then collapsed with a loud crash, dead.

The entire scene fell into a dead silence.

The Meng Family Ancestor’s eyes widened, lips trembling.

”A... a single sword to instantly kill a sect realm?”

The feminine middle-aged man’s expression was as grim as water.

”A Heavenly Martial Realm slaying a Sect Realm, not seen in a thousand years in the East Desolation...”

Gu Sheng sheathed his sword and stood, the sword tip pointing obliquely to the ground, a drop of fresh blood sliding down the blade.

He swept his gaze over the remaining two Sect Realm strongmen, a mocking curve at the corner of his mouth.

”Who’s next?”

Their faces turned deathly pale in an instant, fine beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.

They exchanged a glance, seeing the fear in each other’s eyes.

”Go!”

The gray-robed old man on the left shouted low, and both of them acted simultaneously, lifting the heavily injured Meng Family Ancestor and making a swift escape.

”Trying to run?”

Gu Sheng sneered, about to pursue, when suddenly the two Sect Realm strongmen exploded with dazzling spiritual light, turning into three beams of tunneling light that shot to the sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Gu Sheng was momentarily dazed, then shook his head.

”Indeed decisive.”

He hadn’t expected the other party to choose to flee.

Such mighty Sect Realm strongmen, yet lacking even the courage to fight.

Around him, the Meng Family martial artists were stupefied.

Their strongest Sect Realm power had fled, leaving those remaining no match for Gu Sheng.

For a while, the scene was utterly silent, with only the heavy sounds of breathing rising and falling.

Gu Sheng glanced around, and wherever his eyes landed, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

”Those who kneel and beg for mercy within three breaths will not be killed.”

Gu Sheng’s voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone’s ears clearly.

”After three breaths, those still standing will be deemed to fight to the death.”

He raised one finger.

”One.”

”Thud!”

”Thud!”

The sounds of kneeling followed in quick succession, like cutting wheat; in a blink, none remained standing.

No one dared to gamble with death; in the face of absolute power disparity, dignity seemed so laughable.

Gu Sheng looked at them with disdain, not bothering with them any further.

”Where is Meng Xiao?”

he asked directly.

A middle-aged martial artist kneeling in the front row quivered all over, not daring to lift his head.

”Report...reporting to the lord, the Young Master is...resting in the Purple Bamboo Courtyard deep within the mansion...”

Gu Sheng said nothing more, his figure flickered, darting toward the depths of the Meng Family Mansion like a ghost.

Behind him, Tantai Xueling followed closely, her spiritual power cultivation extremely high, her form flickering like a phantom, passing by without stirring even a breeze.

Deep within the Meng Family Mansion, the Purple Bamboo Courtyard.

Meng Xiao paced back and forth in the exquisite courtyard, face gloomy.

He had heard the commotion outside, but had no idea what exactly was happening.

For some reason, he had an ominous feeling in his heart, as if something terrible was about to happen.

”Why hasn’t the ancestor returned yet?”

Meng Xiao irritably tugged at his collar, shouting at the maid beside him.

”Go find out what’s happening!”

The maid retreated timidly, while Meng Xiao walked to the stone table, flipping over the tea set on top with one sweep.

The delicate porcelain shattered into pieces, tea splattering all over the floor.

”Damn Gu Sheng...”

Meng Xiao ground his teeth.

”When the ancestor brings back your head, I will personally hang it on the city gate for all to see!”

Just then, a gust of ominous wind swept through the courtyard, the bamboo leaves rustling.

Meng Xiao suddenly turned around, thinking the ancestor had returned, but soon his expression froze... this aura was unfamiliar and dangerous.

”Who?!”

Meng Xiao shouted sharply, while swiftly drawing a shortsword from his waist.

His response was a large hand, suddenly emerging from the Void, gripping his neck like a vice and lifting him off the ground.

”Uh... cough...”

Meng Xiao’s feet left the ground, his face rapidly reddening, the shortsword in his hand clattering to the floor.

Gu Sheng’s figure slowly appeared, his cold gaze staring straight into Meng Xiao’s terrified eyes.

”Meng Xiao, long time no see.”

Gu Sheng’s voice was like Nine Nether Cold Ice.

”Tell me, why did you target Xie Qingxuan?”

Meng Xiao’s pupils suddenly contracted; he recognized Gu Sheng, and the fear in his heart peaked instantly.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down, his eyes showing a fierce determination.

”Let... let me go...”

Meng Xiao struggled to squeeze out a few words.

”Do you... do you know who I am... the Meng Family... has backing...”

Gu Sheng applied slight pressure to his hand, and Meng Xiao instantly found it hard to breathe, his words cut off.

”I don’t care.”

Gu Sheng responded coldly.

”What your Meng Family has done has already crossed my line.”

Meng Xiao’s eyes showed panic, but he quickly forced himself to appear calm again.

”You... you dare kill me... the Wanliu Sect won’t let you off...”

”Wanliu Sect?”

Gu Sheng frowned slightly, this was the first time he had heard of this name.

Seeing Gu Sheng’s reaction, Meng Xiao seemed to grasp at a life-saving straw, struggling to speak.

”Yes... Wanliu Sect... Special-level Sect... I... I am one of theirs... you kill me... then just wait to be annihilated...”

Gu Sheng’s eyes flashed with cold light.

”Special-level Sect? Interesting.”

He slightly relaxed his grip, allowing Meng Xiao to speak.

”Tell me about the Wanliu Sect, and I can let you die a quicker death.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Xiao’s face turned deathly pale.

”You’re... you’re still going to kill me?”

”Of course.”

Gu Sheng’s voice was devoid of emotion.

”From the moment you targeted Qingxuan, you were already a dead man.”

Meng Xiao finally realized Gu Sheng was serious, and fear completely took over his mind.

”No... no... I can give you money... Treasure... Cultivation Technique... anything...”

Gu Sheng shook his head.

”It seems you have no intention of cooperating.”

He exerted force again, and Meng Xiao’s neck made a ”crack” sound, his eyes beginning to bulge.

”Wait! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”

Meng Xiao frantically struggled, finally breaking down.

”Wanliu Sect... in the north... there are three Holy Realm experts stationed... they... they have taken a fancy to the Xie Family’s bloodline... that’s why...”

Gu Sheng’s eyes shone with a keen light.

”Continue.”

”I... I only know this much...”

Meng Xiao’s face was covered with tears and snot.

”I was just following orders... it really wasn’t my business...”

Gu Sheng let out a cold laugh.

”Not your business? Every wound on Qingxuan’s body carries your aura.”

Meng Xiao trembled all over, his eyes filled with despair.

”How... how do you know...”

”Because I can smell it.”

Gu Sheng whispered into Meng Xiao’s ear.

”The stench on you, and the aura left on her wounds, are exactly the same.”

Meng Xiao completely broke down.

”Spare me... I beg you... I can be your dog...”

Gu Sheng straightened up, his eyes showing no trace of pity.

”You don’t even have the right to be a dog.”

”Crack!”

A crisp sound signaled the end of Meng Xiao’s struggles.

Gu Sheng casually tossed his corpse aside, as if discarding a piece of trash.