Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1337 - 692: I Underestimated You (Part 2)

"As long as you show mercy, I’m willing to..."

"Noisy."

Ling Xiao didn’t bother to listen to his nonsense and punched Wang Yuchen on the back of his head, knocking him out.

Then, grabbing one in each hand, he dragged the two of them towards the direction of the Sacrificial Altar.

In the ruins, Gu Sheng furrowed his brows slightly.

He sensed that Long Teng’s aura suddenly stopped weakening, instead it was being supported by a mysterious power, even beginning to slowly recover.

"Something’s not right..."

Gu Sheng muttered to himself, his eyes warily scanning the surroundings.

He waved his hand, releasing a surge of Spiritual Power that broke the ropes binding all the Cultivators near the Sacrificial Altar.

"Thank you, sir, for saving our lives!"

"We will never forget your great kindness and virtue!"

Dozens of Cultivators, escaping death, knelt down to kowtow one after another.

Gu Sheng coldly said.

"Scram."

The crowd felt as if they had received a pardon, fleeing in all directions with a feeling of awe and fear.

Gu Sheng secretly sent a message to Ling Xiao as he approached.

"Keep an eye on Lishan Ancestor and his people, don’t let them escape."

Ling Xiao gave an almost imperceptible nod, releasing his intent to lock onto Lishan Ancestor and his group.

Especially Lishan Ancestor, that old fox was best at escaping.

Just at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

"Boom——"

A shocking aura exploded from the depths of the ruins, rocks shooting out in all directions.

A disheveled figure flew out of the surging dust, standing steadily in mid-air.

"Long Teng?!"

Ling Xiao’s pupils contracted sharply, and his hand unconsciously clenched his weapon.

This Long Teng was completely different from before.

His entire body was enveloped in a layer of blood-colored aura, and the fatal sword wound on his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The most terrifying thing was that his aura not only fully recovered but even became several times stronger than before!

"Hahaha..."

Long Teng laughed wildly to the sky, his voice filled with madness.

"Gu Sheng, did you think that would kill me? Too naive!"

Long Teng stood in mid-air, his previously weak aura igniting like explosives, surging wildly in an instant.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Liang Yu’s eyes widened, nearly dropping the Longsword in his hand.

Wang Yuchen was even paler than before.

"Half-step Taichu Realm? No... this aura keeps rising!"

Spiritual Power surged around Long Teng’s body, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

His aura lingered for a moment at the half-step Taichu Realm, then suddenly broke through the shackles, a pressure several times stronger than before swept across all directions.

"Taichu Realm!"

Gu Sheng’s pupils shrank sharply, alarms ringing in his heart.

He gripped the Tai Chi Seven Star Sword, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

Long Teng slowly raised his head, bloodshot eyes, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Gu Sheng, you forced me... this trump card was originally reserved for the disciple evaluation."

"Senior Brother Long was hiding his strength all this time..."

Liang Yu murmured to himself, shocked and fearful.

Long Teng stretched out his hand and summoned a purple-red light from the distant ruins, which landed in his hand—it was the crack-filled Demon Refining Spear.

The spear shaft trembled, emitting a whimpering hum, as if complaining to its master.

"My darling..."

Long Teng lovingly stroked the cracks on the spear, his eyes filled with soaring killing intent.

"Gu Sheng, I will use your blood to consecrate my spear!"

As the words fell, the terrifying pressure of the Taichu Realm poured down like a flood breaking a dam.

The entire dilapidated city trembled violently, and those mortals who had not escaped far fell to the ground, looking up in terror at the two confronting figures in the sky.

"Why are two righteous experts fighting each other?"

An elderly man lay on the ground, full of confusion.

The Tai Chi Seven Star Sword in Gu Sheng’s hand emitted a clear sword cry, and the seven stars on the sword’s body lit up one after another.

Facing a true Taichu Realm expert, the odds were slim, but there was no way out now.

"Long Teng, you colluded with Demon Cultivators, harming your fellow disciples, today I must slay you!"

Gu Sheng shouted loudly, taking the initiative.

The Seven Stars Sword sliced through the sky, seven sword lights pouring down like a galaxy, aiming straight for Long Teng’s vital spots.

"Seeking death!"

Long Teng sneered, the Demon Refining Spear swept across, purple-red Spiritual Power transforming into a ferocious Blood Demon Dragon, roaring and crashing into the sword light.

"Boom——"

Amidst the deafening explosion, Gu Sheng was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He barely managed to steady himself, the tiger’s mouth on the hand gripping the sword was already cracked, blood dripped down the hilt.

"Hahaha! Is this all you can do and you dare to oppose me?"

Long Teng laughed wildly, the Demon Refining Spear dancing like the wind, unleashing one terrifying attack after another.

Gu Sheng gritted his teeth, enduring the hard blows; each weapon clash churned his Qi-Blood.

While the Tai Chi Seven Star Sword was extraordinary, it could not bridge the absolute gap in strength.

"Bam!"

Another heavy hit sent Gu Sheng crashing into the ground, creating a pit several meters deep.

He struggled to get up, his mouth continuously bleeding, his clothes already stained red.

"Gu Sheng!"

Wang Yuchen, watching from afar, exclaimed in shock but was firmly held back by Liang Yu.

"Don’t go over! The battle of the Taichu Realm is not something we can interfere with!"

Liang Yu’s voice trembled.

Long Teng looked down at the battered Gu Sheng with a playful gaze.

"What? Where did all that bravado go?"

He slowly raised the Demon Refining Spear.

"Let me send you off on your final journey!"

Mystical purple-red Spiritual Power emerged from the cracks on the Demon Refining Spear, making the whole spear seem alive, emanating a terrifying aura.

"To die under the last strike of the Demon Refining Spear is an honor for you."

Long Teng’s eyes were filled with ferocity.

"Killing you will make the Tai Chi Seven Star Sword mine! Bringing it back to Qinghe Holy Land, it can at least be traded for a supreme emperor weapon!"

Supporting himself with his sword to stand up, Gu Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered coldly.

"Many have tried to kill me, but you, Long Teng... are not worthy!"

"Stubborn!"

Long Teng roared in anger, thrusting the Demon Refining Spear with destructive force straight at Gu Sheng’s heart.

At this critical moment, Gu Sheng’s eyes shot out a bright gleam.

He gripped the Tai Chi Seven Star Sword tightly with his right hand, slashing furiously while his left hand formed a fist, an astonishing Physical Strength gathered on it.

"Hmm?"

Long Teng paid no attention to Gu Sheng’s fist, still focused solely on countering the Tai Chi Seven Star Sword, casually meeting Gu Sheng’s fist with his left hand.

At the moment the two fists collided, Long Teng’s expression changed drastically.

"Crack—"

A crisp bone-cracking sound rang out as Long Teng’s left arm twisted at an unnatural angle, and he let out a heartrending scream.

"Ah—!"

"Physical Strength at the peak of the Heavenly Palace Realm?!"

Long Teng retreated in terror, his left arm dangling limp, clearly fractured.

"Crack!"

The sharp bone-cracking sound was exceptionally piercing on the battlefield.

Long Teng’s left arm twisted at an unnatural angle, he let out a scream unlike any human sound.

"Ah—!"

Gu Sheng flicked his numb fist, his knuckles stained with blood—both his own and Long Teng’s.

He looked coldly at the retreating, battered opponent, without a hint of mercy in his eyes.

"You... you actually..."

Long Teng’s forehead was bulging with veins; sweat the size of beans rolled down his pale face.

He couldn’t believe that he, a dignified strongman of the Taichu Realm, would have his arm broken by a mere Earth Palace Realm boy.

Not giving his opponent a chance to breathe, Gu Sheng, with his left fist clenched and his right hand wielding the sword, pounced like a fierce tiger.

"Bam!"

A heavy punch struck Long Teng’s abdomen, doubling him over. The Tai Chi Seven Star Sword then swept across, opening a bloody gash on his chest.

"Puh—" Long Teng spewed a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.

Lian Yu and Wang Yuchen, watching from afar, widened their eyes in disbelief at the scene before them.

"Gu Sheng actually... suppressed the Taichu Realm?"

Wang Yuchen’s voice trembled.

Liang Yu tightly clenched his fist.

"It’s the Physical Strength! Gu Sheng’s physique has reached the pinnacle of the Heavenly Palace Realm!"

In the center of the battlefield, Gu Sheng’s attacks were like a tide.

Every punch carried the sound of slicing through the air, every sword swipe drew deadly arcs.

Long Teng retreated step by step, accumulating more injuries on his body.

"Boom!"

The final uppercut hit Long Teng’s jaw hard, sending him flying.

Blood drew a tragic arc in the air, sprinkling over the ruins.

"Did Senior Brother Long lose?"

Wang Yuchen murmured.

But Gu Sheng’s face bore no joy, instead growing more grave.

He knew that a strongman of the Taichu Realm wasn’t that easy to defeat.

Sure enough, Long Teng steadied himself mid-air, though blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and his clothes were in tatters, the ferocity in his eyes was even more intense.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood at his lips, showing a sinister smile.

"Good... very good..."

Long Teng’s voice was like the Nine Nether Cold Ice.

"Gu Sheng, I admit I underestimated you."

He grabbed his left arm with his right hand and twisted it forcefully.