Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1233

"Ah—!"

Amidst the piercing screams, the two fell into the pill furnace emitting green flames, instantly consumed by Mystic Fire, not even leaving ashes behind.

This scene caught Nie Shan's attention.

When he clearly saw Gu Sheng's face, his expression drastically changed.

"It's you?!"

Qingsheng City Lord's blood energy surged around him, cold gaze fixed on Gu Sheng.

"Shan, do you know this person?"

Nie Shan's forehead started to sweat, his voice somewhat trembling.

"Father, this is the cultivator that I captured yesterday, but unexpectedly..."

"Useless!"

Qingsheng City Lord shouted angrily.

"You can't even keep an eye on a junior in the Earth Palace Realm!"

Nie Shan knelt down with a thud.

"Father, calm your anger! I will take care of him right away!"

Afraid that his father would punish him, he leapt up without waiting for a response, drawing a cold, shining Spirit Sword from his waist.

The sword body was entirely emerald green, faintly flowing with electric light, clearly not ordinary.

"Boy!"

Nie Shan pointed the sword at Gu Sheng, feigning composure.

"You escaped yesterday, but today I'll make sure your soul is scattered!"

Gu Sheng was just unbinding the last cultivator, and upon hearing this, slowly stood up.

Originally intending to force Qingsheng City Lord to take action directly, but first taking down this arrogant Young City Lord is also good.

"Come."

Gu Sheng beckoned with his finger, his tone contemptuously provoking.

When had Nie Shan ever suffered such humiliation?

Immediately, his face flushed red, the electric light on the Spirit Sword surged violently.

"Courting death!"

"Young Lord, be careful!"

The guard reminded.

"This person's physical strength is strange, avoid close combat!"

Where would Nie Shan listen?

Raised in luxury since childhood, relying on his father's prestige to act unscrupulously, when has he ever truly confronted an opponent?

Seeing Gu Sheng's disdain towards him at this moment, his anger clouded his mind.

"Thunder Shocking Sword Technique!"

Nie Shan shouted, the electric light on the Spirit Sword suddenly transformed into a thunder snake, with an ear-piercing snapping sound, it aimed straight at Gu Sheng's face.

This was a Xuan Rank sword technique that Qingsheng City Lord had spent a fortune to buy for him; paired with this thunder attribute Spirit Sword, its power could rival an Earth Rank cultivation technique.

Faced with this fierce strike, Gu Sheng did not retreat but advanced instead.

His right hand formed a pair of fingers, precisely pinching the incoming tip of the sword.

"What?!"

Nie Shan couldn't believe his ultimate move was caught so effortlessly.

What terrified him even more was that, no matter how he stimulated his spiritual power, the sword tip couldn't advance a bit nor retreat.

Gu Sheng's two fingers locked the Spirit Sword tightly.

"Flashy trick."

Gu Sheng snorted, gently shaking his wrist.

"Crack!"

The priceless Spirit Sword broke in response, its front half clinking to the ground.

Nie Shan stood holding the broken sword in a daze.

"Shan, step back!"

Qingsheng City Lord finally couldn't sit still, his Heavenly Palace Realm pressure exploded.

Dust and stones flew across the plaza, several guards nearby were directly blown away.

Gu Sheng felt a massive wave-like pressure but was ready for it.

Leveraging this momentum, he flickered behind Nie Shan, gently placing his right hand on Nie Shan's Heavenly Spirit cover.

"No... don't..."

Nie Shan's whole body stiffened; he could feel a cold force invading from the top of his head, freezing his meridians inch by inch.

"Dare you, junior!"

Qingsheng City Lord's eyes were about to burst, his robe fluttering without wind.

"If you harm a hair on my son's head, I'll make sure you can't live, can't die!"

Gu Sheng's lips curled slightly.

"Is that so?"

His five fingers abruptly tightened!

"Ah—!"

Nie Shan let out an inhuman scream, blood pearls seeped from every pore in his body.

He could clearly feel his cultivation of many decades ebbing away like a retreating tide, the Golden Core in his Dantian swiftly dimmed, then shattered with a "pop".

"My... my cultivation..."

Nie Shan collapsed to the ground, his hands trembling as he reached for his abdomen where a whirlpool of spiritual power should have been but was no longer there.

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