Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1305 - 676: Bloodline Taboo (2)

Yu Tianyi felt a force he couldn’t resist coming at him, stumbling forward uncontrollably.

A heart-rending pain erupted from his abdomen—Ling Xiao’s fist landed on his dantian like a meteor.

"Ah—!"

Yu Tianyi let out a scream that didn’t sound human, blood gushed from his mouth.

Ling Xiao did not stop, delivering three consecutive punches to the same spot.

Each punch was accompanied by a thudding crash, Yu Tianyi’s protective true qi shattered like paper.

The final punch sent his whole body flying three yards, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Pfft—"

Yu Tianyi spewed another mouthful of blood mixed with bits of his organs, his eyes rolling back as he lost consciousness.

The entire cave fell into instant silence.

Yu Tianyi’s five fellow disciples stood petrified, their strongest senior brother being easily dealt with like a sandbag?

Jin Xianyun’s smile froze on her face, her legs instinctively trembling.

Pan Zhuang, who was initially walking leisurely, halted suddenly, his sharp gaze for the first time seriously considering this unassuming youth.

The more he looked, the more shocked he was—Ling Xiao’s seemingly casual stance was actually perfect; his breath long and even, his spiritual power deep like an ocean.

"At least Earth Palace Mid-stage!"

Pan Zhuang squinted his eyes, his voice icy.

"Kid, you’ve hidden well. When did Daoist Yong’an’s sect produce someone like you?"

Ling Xiao flicked his wrist, not even bothering to look directly at him.

"None of your damn business."

"Outrageous!"

Four junior brothers behind Pan Zhuang shouted in unison, the aura of Earth Palace Stage erupting, causing stones to crack and fall inside the cave.

Ling Xiao still stood lazily, not even shaking the hem of his robe.

Pan Zhuang raised his hand to stop his fellow disciples, stepping forward slowly.

With each step he took, his aura surged, and with the seventh step, an intense azure light suddenly erupted around him.

"Earth Palace Realm Early Stage!"

Pan Zhuang arrogantly folded his arms.

"To force me to use my true strength, you can be proud. Kneel and beg for mercy now, I’ll give you a swift end."

Ling Xiao finally looked him in the eye, but his gaze was one of looking at an idiot.

"So much nonsense."

"Court death!"

Panzhuang, laughing angrily, drew his spiritual blade with a "zheng."

The blade was entirely emerald, wrapped with seven blood-red patterns.

He held the blade with both hands raised above his head, the sword qi instantly surged to ten yards, shaking the entire cave violently, causing the top to crack like a spider web.

"Seven Evils Slash!"

The emerald sword qi transformed into a grim ghost face, slicing through the stone walls like tofu where it passed.

The power of this blade could cleave the entire small mountain in half!

"The noise is too great."

Gu Sheng, who had been seated all along, suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Make it quick."

Ling Xiao chuckled.

"Did you hear that? My senior brother finds it noisy."

Facing a world-ending slash, Ling Xiao nonchalantly raised his right hand.

Though his movement appeared slow, at the moment the sword qi approached, he precisely caught the blade!

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of breaking echoed through the cave. Under Pan Zhuang’s incredulous gaze, his spiritual blade, painstakingly refined for twenty years, was crushed into pieces by Ling Xiao’s bare hand!

"Impossible—" Pan Zhuang’s scream was abruptly cut off.

Ling Xiao’s fist had already imprinted on his chest, seemingly a gentle attack, but it sent Pan Zhuang flying backward, crashing into and destroying seven stone pillars before stopping.

"Pfft!"

The blood Pan Zhuang spewed arced through the air.

He struggled to get up, only to find all his bones broken by eighty percent, his spiritual power scattered by the punch.

"Bro, bro..."

Several junior brothers were scared pale.

Their invincible senior brother Pan, unable to withstand even a single move?

Pan Zhuang suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He turned his head with difficulty, meeting a pair of slowly opening eyes—those were Gu Sheng’s eyes, black as ink, cold as a blade.

There was no spiritual power fluctuation, yet Pan Zhuang’s blood seemed to freeze instantly.

What kind of eyes were those! Like a devil crawling out from heaps of corpses and seas of blood, just by meeting them, one’s divine soul trembled.

"No... please don’t..."

Pan Zhuang’s teeth chattered, a wet stain already visible on his trousers.

"Hiss—"

A silver-white Sword Qi appeared out of thin air, like moonlight pouring down, as if the Milky Way were hanging upside down.

Pan Zhuang didn’t even have time to react, only feeling a chill on his neck as his vision suddenly spun around.

"Boom!"

A headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from the severed neck, winding into a river on the damp cave floor.

The head rolled three meters away, its face still frozen with an expression of disbelief, reflecting Gu Sheng’s figure holding a sword in its wide-open eyes.

"Drip... Drip..."

Blood Pearls fell from the tip of the Green Jade Sword, exceptionally clear in the deathly silent cave.

"Ah——!!!"

Jin Xianyun’s scream suddenly erupted, almost piercing the eardrums.

She staggered backward, the skirt embroidered with gold thread now mired in mud, her meticulously groomed hair in disarray.

The face that always bore a haughty expression was now contorted beyond recognition, tears and snot smeared all over.

"Pan... Brother Pan..."

Her trembling finger pointed at the headless corpse.

The three fellow brothers’ faces paled. The oldest, a horse-faced cultivator, stuttered, suddenly pointing at the sword mark on the rock wall, deep as an inch.

"Look! The cut on the demon beast’s head... and Brother Pan’s..."

Following his finger, they saw that the Sword Qi marks on the rock wall and the wound on Pan Zhuang’s neck were identical, both featuring that special spiral pattern—a mark of Sword Qi refined to perfection.

"He... He killed it!"

The short and stout cultivator suddenly cried out.

"He slew the Fourth Rank Iron-backed Grey Wolf! We stole his spoils!"

Those words poured over them like a basin of cold water.

Someone who could single-handedly slay a Fourth Rank demon beast was at least at the Heavenly Palace’s Early Stage cultivation.

Yet the strongest among them, Pan Zhuang, was merely at the Earth Palace’s Great Perfection...

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the three simultaneously crushed their Godspeed Talismans, transforming into streams of light darting in different directions.

Ling Xiao snorted, about to thrust his long spear, when a green shadow flashed before his eyes.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Three muffled sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The Green Jade Sword traced an eerie arc in mid-air, instantly penetrating the fleeing silhouettes of the three.

As the sword tip protruded from their chests, it astonishingly carried no trace of blood.

"Ugh..."

The horse-faced cultivator lowered his head, looking at the blood hole that suddenly appeared in his chest, still wearing a face of relief for escaping alive.

His heart had been shredded to pieces by Sword Qi, but because the sword moved so swiftly, he only felt pain upon collapsing.

The short and stout cultivator fell into a puddle, the muddy surface quickly dyed red.

He struggled to turn over, seeing Gu Sheng slowly sheathing his sword, eyes dark and unperturbed.

"Azure... Azure Dragon Token..."

The short and stout cultivator suddenly remembered something, his trembling hand reaching for his breast.

"If kept... perhaps..."

Before his words finished, his pupils had already dilated. He couldn’t even retrieve the token that could call for sect aid until his death.

Ling Xiao kicked the nearest corpse, scoffing.

"Too easy on them."

"This place isn’t safe for long."

Gu Sheng frowned, gazing toward the cave entrance.

"Qinghe Holy Land’s Inspection Envoy will arrive at any moment."

He spoke, moving toward Jin Xianyun, who was sprawled out on the ground.

The girl who had just been so arrogant now curled up in the corner like sludge, her expensive vestment robe covered in bloodstains.

"Don’t... don’t kill me..."

Jin Xianyun suddenly lunged forward, clutching Gu Sheng’s leg, squeezing out a twisted smile on her upturned face.

"I can be your cauldron! I know many Qinghe Holy Land secrets! My father is..."

"Clang!"

The Green Jade Sword unsheathed three inches, the cold gleam reflecting her tear-stained face.

Jin Xianyun’s voice suddenly turned sharp.

"You can’t kill me! I have a bloodline restriction on me! My father will..."

The sword light flashed and disappeared.

Jin Xianyun’s voice was abruptly silenced.

She lowered her head to look at her heart, where a sword was embedded, the cloud pattern on the blade greedily sucking her Essence Blood.

"Sinister as a serpent, leaving future troubles."

Gu Sheng twisted his wrist, the Sword Qi erupted, shredding the still-beating heart into meat pulp.

Ling Xiao inhaled sharply.

He had encountered many ruthless characters, but Gu Sheng’s decisive slaughter was unprecedented.

Even though he could have subdued her as a pawn, he chose to thoroughly eliminate...