Novel Full Chapter 1268 658: Keep Your Distance
Chapter 1268 658: Keep Your Distance
What capture Gu Sheng, what snatch the treasure sword, all of it was thrown to the clouds. Now, they just want to be as far away from this God of Slaughter as possible!
Gu Sheng watched coldly and did not immediately pursue.
He slowly raised the Ancient Divine Sword, and the ancient patterns on the sword's body lit up one by one, with terrifying energy rising rapidly!
"What a pity..."
Gu Sheng murmured to himself.
"The unsealed energy will dissipate if left unused..."
The sword's light grew increasingly intense, until it became as dazzling as a small sun.
The entire Blood River began to boil, its surface rising and falling!
In the distance, the Dragon Palace was desperately fleeing, suddenly sensing a soul-crushing wave coming from behind.
Unable to resist, he turned his head, just in time to see Gu Sheng swinging his sword—
"Slash."
A word as light as air, akin to a death sentence from the grim reaper.
"Boom!!!"
The heavens and earth lost color! A Sword Qi traversing the sky swept out, distorting and breaking the space in its path!
The Blood River was split forcefully in half, revealing a bottomless riverbed!
"No!!"
Lv Feng screamed, offering her Lifebound Magical Treasure, an Ancient Bronze Mirror that was instantly pulverized by the Sword Qi.
She hopelessly watched as the Sword Qi pierced through her chest, exploding a bloody hole.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Amidst the successive muffled sounds, the fleeing experts fell like stalks of wheat.
Someone tried to use an escape technique to flee, but was shaken into a bloody mist by the aftershock of the Sword Qi.
The black-clad man from Qinghe Holy Land had just crushed a teleportation talisman, only to be caught by the Sword Qi, half his body instantly evaporated.
On the remaining half face, a post-disaster relief was still frozen...
In just three breaths, there was no one left standing on Blood River!
With sword in hand, Gu Sheng stood, watching the blood-stained corpses fall.
Suddenly, he turned his head as if sensing something—
Hundred feet away, the Dragon Palace froze in place, face pale.
In that instant of eye contact, this dignified Venerable nearly fell to his knees!
His proud cultivation seemed like child's play in front of Gu Sheng, the blood-dripping Divine Sword made his soul tremble.
Gu Sheng's thin figure in his eyes kept enlarging, transforming into a Demon God.
Wang Xiu Jie, Lv Feng... These renowned experts in Xinghong Spirit Domain had all become souls under the sword.
"Did you come with the Qinghe Saintess?"
Gu Sheng suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as ice.
The Dragon Palace's Adam's apple rolled, nodding cautiously.
"Y-Yes..."
Gu Sheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand.
"Get lost."
The Dragon Palace's eyes widened, unable to believe his ears.
Only when the Divine Sword in Gu Sheng's hand slightly rose did he awaken like from a dream, scrambling to flee, showing no hint of a Venerable's dignity.
As Gu Sheng turned to leave, his gaze accidentally met with the distant Qinghe Saintess.
The always cool eyes now full of complexity, making the Saintess' face burn painfully.
She recalled her recent questioning and ridicule of Gu Sheng, which seemed so ridiculous now.
"Holy Daughter!"
The Dragon Palace hurriedly arrived, his voice trembling.
"Why... why did he let me go?"
Qinghe Saintess withdrew her gaze, speaking softly.
"Gu Sheng never kills without reason."
The Dragon Palace was stunned, then suddenly realized.
Though he followed, he never actually attacked Gu Sheng...
"Let's go."
The Saintess turned, her skirt tracing a decisive arc.
"This place is not suitable to linger."
The Dragon Palace nodded repeatedly, at this moment he just wanted to be as far away from that God of Slaughter as possible.
The two turned into streaks of light, swiftly heading towards the outskirts of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.
At the same time, a storm was brewing in Xinghong Spirit Domain.
The Qinghe Holy Land's border, terrifying presences approaching one after another.
Initially, the Holy Land could use its array to block them, but as more experts from other Holy Lands arrived, even Elder Level figures appeared, the pressure increased sharply.
"The Holy Master has ordered, open the border!"
A white-haired elder shouted from the city wall.
"But Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge is part of our Qinghe territory, everyone must not cross the line!"
Dozens of streaks of light couldn't wait to rush into the Holy Land's territory, heading straight for Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.
There were elders stepping on auspicious clouds, youths riding flying swords, and imposing figures on bronze battle chariots... each presence was chilling.
"Humph, Qinghe Holy Land has a good strategy."
A purple-robed middle-aged man sneered.
"Delayed this long, afraid they've already sent someone to get the sword."
An old woman beside him, leaning on a Snake Head Staff, replied darkly.
"No worries, this old body wants to see, who can walk out of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge with the treasure sword..."
In the distant clouds, two elders whose presences resembled deep abyss were sent by Qinghe Holy Land.
They dared not enter a fierce land like Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, but could wait like a rabbit outside.
"The Holy Master really spared no effort this time." The fat elder squinted his eyes.
"Even brought out the 'Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Pill'."
The skinny elder chuckled.
"Those desperadoes will do anything for a chance of survival."
Indeed, at this moment the cultivators rushing towards Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge had varied goals.
There were old monsters nearing the end of their lifespan, wanting to borrow the treasure sword to extend their lives.
Talents stuck at bottlenecks sought the Supreme Treasure promised by the Holy Land to break through.
Even ambitious ones, dreaming to soar high through this opportunity...
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the direction of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge changed dramatically! A Sword Qi interwoven with black and white shot skyward, breaking through to the nine heavens!
Yin Yang Qi entwined like two giant dragons, the terrifying pressure suffocated cultivators thousands of miles away.
"Is... is this the resurrection of Ancient Divine Spirit?!"
The white-haired elder of Qinghe Holy Land's hair and beard stood, his cloudy eyes full of horror.
The Sword Qi piercing the heavens emitted pressure that seized his soul, like facing ancient gods and demons.
Other experts trembled likewise, some even had weak knees and fell to the ground.
If truly is Ancient Divine Spirit awakening, the entire power structure of Xinghong Spirit Domain will be overturned!