Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Chapter 257: The Twin Heroes of the Jade Maiden_2

"Just you wait and see, Gu Sheng. Just a whelp from a small sect—you won’t be able to jump around for long!"

An elder with a sharp, acerbic face and skin like withered bark sneered coldly, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.

This was none other than Feng Xing Elder of the Thousand Poison Sect, acting under Elder Wu Gui’s orders.

In the days that followed, Gu Sheng no longer confined himself to the Holy Pill Sect, but ventured out frequently for training.

Especially through fighting Demon Beasts, which sharpened his combat instincts and awareness, and their corpses could also be sold for money.

Demon Fox Mountain.

Lately, Gu Sheng had often come here for trials, hunting various Demon Beasts, and today’s harvest was abundant.

He was preparing his provisions, eager to enjoy a hearty barbecue meal.

In the distant sky, winds surged and clouds billowed. Gu Sheng sensed a powerful presence approaching.

He activated the Great Moon Pupil Skill, his eyes like cold stars, fixating on the shadow drawing closer from afar.

Recent battles with Demon Beasts had emboldened him significantly. More importantly, he now possessed the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell and the Demon Suppression Golden Scroll. These artifacts offered him some degree of protection.

The shadow drew near, revealing Feng Xing Elder’s emaciated figure. In his hand, the Soul-Suppressing Bamboo Staff emanated a chilling light.

His eyes gleamed with ruthless intent, and a mocking smirk played at his lips.

"Gu Sheng, today will be the day you die!"

Feng Xing Elder’s shrill voice screeched like the cry of a night owl, echoing through the mountain forest.

Gu Sheng had already recognized Feng Xing Elder of the Thousand Poison Sect. He chuckled coldly, utterly nonchalant: "Feng Xing, you old cur, your Thousand Poison Sect is nothing but a band of petty thieves, yet you dare spew such nonsense here?"

Feng Xing Elder’s face darkened, and he barked angrily:

"Insolent brat! The Thousand Poison Sect’s prestige reigns supreme—how dare you challenge us!"

Gu Sheng’s figure flickered, and the Gale Nine Swords instantly erupted. Sword lights flashed like a torrential storm, assailing Feng Xing Elder.

Feng Xing Elder sneered, waving the Soul-Suppressing Bamboo Staff. A soul-based attack unleashed in an instant.

Gu Sheng felt a wave of dizziness, as though countless insects were boring into his mind.

Alarmed, yet unflustered, he quietly activated the Shadow Concealment Skill, vanishing from Feng Xing Elder’s sight in an instant.

Feng Xing Elder’s expression shifted, scanning all around but failing to find even a trace of Gu Sheng.

A sense of unease surged in his heart, though he still relied on his superior cultivation, dismissing the thought.

It was then that Gu Sheng’s form suddenly appeared behind him. Channeling the Ancient Sacred Body, golden fists like mountains crashed down upon Feng Xing Elder.

Feng Xing Elder was terrified, attempting to evade but finding it too late.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed as half of his body exploded under the impact, blood splattering everywhere.

"This... this can’t be!" Feng Xing Elder’s face was filled with terror, unable to believe what had just occurred.

Gu Sheng sneered, mocking him: "Feng Xing, you old dog, so much for the famed reputation of your Thousand Poison Sect. Today, I’ll show you what true strength looks like!"

His figure moved as he launched another attack on Feng Xing Elder.

Pale-faced, Feng Xing Elder tried to counter but was already exhausted and powerless.

At that moment, disciples observing in secret from various factions cried out in astonishment.

They had expected Gu Sheng to end Feng Xing Elder’s life in one stroke, but instead, Feng Xing Elder’s body regenerated at an incredible speed.

Feng Xing Elder snorted coldly and launched another soul-based attack.

Gu Sheng felt a momentary daze, as if he were trapped in a chaos-filled void.

At that critical moment, the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell activated. The golden bell’s runes glimmered as golden light burst forth.

A glowing symbol, resembling the "卍" character, manifested, forming an impenetrable shield that firmly protected Gu Sheng.

Under the protective power of the golden runes, Gu Sheng regained clarity. Energized by the Great Prajna Sutra, golden energy coursed swiftly through his body.

With determination flashing in his eyes, his figure darted toward Feng Xing Elder.

Feng Xing Elder’s expression contorted. The overwhelming aura emanating from Gu Sheng filled him with deep fear.

He turned to flee, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

With a golden palm strike, half of Feng Xing Elder’s body was blasted apart once more.

Screaming, Feng Xing Elder transformed into a streak of light, fleeing in panic.

Gu Sheng watched his retreating figure, cold resolve gleaming in his eyes. He didn’t give chase, knowing full well his speed couldn’t keep up.

Gu Sheng’s mastery of the Shadow Concealment Skill had long reached perfection. His form flickered within the darkness, rendering him impossible to track.

Furious, Zhao Honglie swung the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, releasing legions of wailing ghosts toward Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng moved like the wind, easily evading the ghostly onslaught.

"Zhao Honglie, your attacks are like tickles for a child. How utterly disappointing!" Gu Sheng taunted.

Provoking his opponent was itself a form of psychological warfare.

Zhao Honglie’s face twisted in rage. With a furious roar, the black mist of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner expanded, transforming into a massive black hand aimed squarely at Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng’s eyes gleamed coldly, activating Shadow Concealment Skill. In a blink, he reappeared behind Zhao Honglie.

Summoning the power of the Ancient Sacred Body, golden fists emerged again, smashing toward Zhao Honglie’s back.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion resounded as the golden fists connected with Zhao Honglie’s body. Yet, to Gu Sheng’s surprise, his body showed no signs of shattering.

"Holy Demon Mountain Shattering Fist!"

Zhao Honglie roared with laughter, spinning and sending a counterpunch toward Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng’s figure flickered, evading Zhao Honglie’s attack effortlessly.

Deeply astonished, he realized the resilience of Zhao Honglie’s Holy Demon Body, which could withstand the might of the Ancient Sacred Body.

Zhao Honglie, frustrated by Gu Sheng’s elusive maneuvers, grew even more enraged.

With a furious bellow, he swung the Ten Thousand Soul Banner again. Black mist surged, transforming into countless ghosts and colossal black hands that furiously attacked Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng dodged continuously, navigating the maelstrom with agility and precision.

He understood that this deadlock couldn’t continue and began to devise a plan to counter Zhao Honglie’s attacks.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He secretly activated the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell.

A radiant golden light erupted from Gu Sheng’s body as the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell appeared, its glowing runes pulsating with brilliant light.

"What is that?" Zhao Honglie exclaimed in shock, feeling the oppressive aura emanating from the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell.

Gu Sheng smirked coldly, his entire body illuminated in golden hues as he unleashed the power of the Ancient Sacred Body once more. Golden fists materialized, their radiance intensifying.