Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1393 - 720: Stop Him Now_2

Situ Qingfeng’s face turned pale, his fingers unconsciously clenching the folding fan.

"It’s over, so many people..."

Gu Sheng remained motionless, his gaze calmly watching Shen Qingyun.

"Gu Sheng!"

Rage burned in Shen Qingyun’s eyes.

"You dare to trick me! Luring me to Miling Valley while you plot against this hall!"

Gu Sheng chuckled lightly.

"Senior Brother Shen arrived faster than I expected; it seems the ’surprise’ in Miling Valley didn’t hold you back for long."

Beside Shen Qingyun, a burly man nearly two meters tall stepped forward.

His muscles bulged all over, and a hideous scar crossed his face. He was none other than Zhao Menglong, the Alliance Leader of the Great Wilderness Alliance.

"Senior Brother Shen, why waste words with this traitor?"

Zhao Menglong’s voice was like thunder.

"Let me take his head!"

Shen Qingyun nodded coldly.

"I’ll leave it to you, Alliance Leader Zhao."

Zhao Menglong grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.

"Boy, I hear you’re the number one in the Spirit Martial Realm? Today I’ll show you what true power is!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Menglong’s body erupted with a blinding blood-red light, the aura of the Earth Martial Realm pressing down like a mountain.

Both palms turned into claws, fingertips entwined with crimson True Qi—the signature technique of Ribs Breaking Tendon Hand!

"Die!"

Zhao Menglong’s figure moved like lightning, crossing dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, both claws aiming straight at Gu Sheng’s chest.

If this strike connected, it would be enough to tear out a person’s ribs!

Situ Qingfeng exclaimed.

"Watch out!"

Yet Gu Sheng stood still on the spot, seemingly petrified. Zhao Menglong’s sharp claws pierced through Gu Sheng’s body—only to hit a shadow!

"What?"

Zhao Menglong’s pupils shrank suddenly.

"Too slow."

Gu Sheng’s voice came from behind.

Zhao Menglong turned abruptly, seeing a streak of bluish sword light coming at him.

Somehow, Gu Sheng now held a three-foot-long blade, its tip pointing at Zhao Menglong’s heart.

"Gale Seven Kills Sword!"

"Swish—"

The sword light instantly pierced Zhao Menglong’s chest, blood gushing out, staining the front of his robe red.

"Ah!"

Zhao Menglong let out a painful roar, and relying on the combat instincts of a powerful Earth Martial Realm fighter, he shifted his heart position at the critical moment.

His eyes turned red, True Qi surging from his entire body.

"You brat, I’ll make you pay!"

Zhao Menglong’s speed skyrocketed, his form nearly turned into a blood shadow, lunging at Gu Sheng again. This time, his sharp claws finally gripped Gu Sheng’s shoulder.

"Got you!"

Zhao Menglong sneered.

Yet the next moment, his grin froze.

Gu Sheng’s shoulder was rigid, and Zhao Menglong’s fingers couldn’t pierce through in the slightest!

"Body Cultivation?"

Zhao Menglong stared at Gu Sheng in shock.

"You’re also into Body Cultivation?!"

Gu Sheng’s lips curled into a cold smile.

"Only realizing that now? Too late."

Before the words were finished, Gu Sheng counter-seized Zhao Menglong’s wrist, his fingers tightening. Zhao Menglong felt a terrifying force, his arm unable to break free!

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and cold sweat instantly broke out on Zhao Menglong’s forehead.

He struggled frantically, but found Gu Sheng’s strength completely suppressing him.

"Impossible! I’ve cultivated the Iron Bone Skill for twenty years; how can you..."

Zhao Menglong’s voice carried fear.

Gu Sheng’s eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Twenty years? Trash is still trash; any more time is a waste."

"Ah—!"

Zhao Menglong let out a devastating scream, his right arm twisted into a distorted shape by Gu Sheng, bones tearing through flesh, blood pouring out.

"Senior Brother Shen! Save me!"

Zhao Menglong finally panicked, turning to Shen Qingyun for help.

Yet Shen Qingyun simply watched coldly, showing no intention of intervening.

Gu Sheng sneered.

"Looks like your master doesn’t plan to save you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Zhao Menglong’s arms, his muscles suddenly tensing.

"No! Don’t!"

Zhao Menglong was panic-stricken.

"I concede! I surrender!"

"Too late."

Gu Sheng exerted force with his arms—

"Riiiiip!"

In the horrifying sound of tearing, Zhao Menglong’s arms were forcibly ripped from his body! Blood gushed forth, broken bones and tendons exposed to the air, shocking to behold.

"Ah—!"

Zhao Menglong fell to his knees, letting out a scream not like a human.

His severed arms were casually tossed aside by Gu Sheng, blood quickly soaking the ground.

The square fell into dead silence.

The Martial Artists of the Great Wilderness Alliance stood dazed like wooden dummies, their invincible Alliance Leader having his arms rendered useless in just a few exchanges!

Situ Qingfeng inhaled sharply, looking at Gu Sheng with newfound respect.

"This guy...is even more ruthless than rumored..."

Shen Qingyun’s face was grim, his eyes filled with caution.

He had thought Zhao Menglong’s Earth Martial Realm strength was enough to crush Gu Sheng, suppressed in the Spirit Martial Realm, yet this was the result.

"Useless."

Gu Sheng smirked coldly, his right fist suddenly shining brilliantly, the air exploding wherever the fist wind passed.

"Next time, remember not to provoke those you shouldn’t."

"Boom!"

The fist struck Zhao Menglong’s face without embellishment.

The once imposing head exploded, red and white matter splattering everywhere, and the headless body swayed before falling heavily.

The entire battlefield fell into instant silence.

Hundreds of Martial Artists stared wide-eyed, emitting an involuntary gasp. The people from the Great Wilderness Alliance seemed struck by lightning, with several elder-level figures collapsing directly to the ground.

"Is...is the Alliance Leader dead?"

A burly man wielding a knife trembled, his weapon clattering to the ground.

Shen Qingyun’s eyes flashed coldly, his folding fan snapping open.

"What are you panicking for! No matter how strong he is, it’s just two people!"

With a light wave of the fan, three invisible Qi Forces slashed three retreating Martial Artists in half.

"Those who flee in battle, die!"

Blood and viscera spread across the ground, the bloody method immediately stabilizing the agitated crowd.

"Kill! Kill them to avenge the Alliance Leader!"

"Charge together! Wear them down!"

A dark mass of people surged forward again, blades flashing and shadows forming as they surrounded Gu Sheng and Situ.

Situ Qingfeng spat out blood along with saliva, smiling bitterly.

"Gu, looks like today we’ll meet our end here."

Gu Sheng swept his gaze over the tidal wave of enemies, speaking deeply.

"Ten breaths, give me ten breaths’ time."

"Ten breaths?"

Situ Qingfeng looked at the approaching enemies, grinning.

"Risky, but worth a try!"

With that, he fiercely bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of Essence Blood onto his palm. Strangely, the blood did not disperse in mid-air, transforming into blood-colored runes that seeped into his arms.

"Heavenly Demon Transformation·Open!"

With the crackling sound of bones, Situ Qingfeng’s left arm muscles swelled madly, scale-like patterns appearing on his skin, fingers transforming into fierce beast claws; while on the right arm, golden wings extended, each feather gleaming like a blade.

"Come on, you bastards!"

Situ Qingfeng laughed wildly, charging into the enemy ranks, beast claws flicking, severing the weapons and bodies of three Martial Artists in one move; his golden wings sweeping across, another swath of enemies clutching their blood-spurting throats fell down.

But the enemies were too many. A tall and thin man wielding double hooks seized an opportunity to stealthily attack from the side, the hook points striking towards Situ Qingfeng’s back!

"Clang!"

In a critical moment, Situ Qingfeng’s golden wings defended, blocking the deadly strike. Yet another burly man wielding a hammer leaped high, his massive iron hammer roaring as it smashed towards Situ Qingfeng’s Heavenly Spirit cover.

"Die, you bastard!"

Situ Qingfeng responded with his beast claws.

"Boom," meeting the head-on strike, the ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch.

Blood trickled from his mouth, and his golden wings took the opportunity to slice across the throat of the hammer-wielding man, claiming another life.

"Fifth breath..."

Situ Qingfeng panted, his beast claws already showing cracks, golden wings with several broken feathers.

Surrounded by over twenty corpses, yet more enemies flooded in relentlessly.

Gu Sheng closed his eyes, concentrating spirit, ignoring the surrounding shouts and killings.

The speed of his Sealing movements increased rapidly, tiny golden flames starting to manifest around him. As the Seal Skill evolved, those flames gradually condensed into sword shapes, hovering around him.

"What Secret Technique is he preparing?"

Shen Qingyun locked his brows tightly, suddenly his face changed drastically.

"Not good! Stop him quickly!"

But it was already too late.