Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1239

"If I don't play big, how can I live up to those who keep an eye on me?"

A streak of green light pierced the sky, moving so fast that it left a trail of sonic booms in the air.

It was a young man dressed in a green robe, standing on a completely emerald treasure sword, with dense lightning entwined around its blade.

"Qinghe Holy Land's Gale."

Ling Xiao squinted.

"An outstanding Core Disciple. It's said his 'Green Thunder Sword Technique' has been cultivated to the Seventh Level."

Gu Sheng did not respond, merely watching the approaching streak of light in silence.

He could feel the sharp Sword Intent emanating from the other, its edge unrestrained.

"Not just him alone."

Gu Sheng suddenly spoke.

Sure enough, a red cloud appeared on the eastern horizon, and upon closer inspection, it was a red-clothed woman walking on air.

The long whip in her hand twisted, leaving a scorching trace in the air with every swing.

"Flame Princess of Heaven-Burning Valley."

Ling Xiao murmured.

"Her 'Red Refining Whip Technique' is said to melt gold and stone."

A tiger's roar came from the west, shaking mountains and rolling rocks.

An elderly man with white hair rode a giant snow-white tiger, each step of the white tiger causing the Void to tremble.

"The ancestor of the Bai Family in the Northern Territory, actually coming out personally."

Ling Xiao's voice carried a newfound heaviness.

Gu Sheng's gaze flickered.

"It seems this sword's allure is even greater than imagined."

A sudden golden glow appeared in the south, with dozens of cultivators in uniform attire flying toward them, each holding a Magical Treasure.

"The elites of the Luotian Sect are all out."

Ling Xiao sneered.

"These hypocrites."

The last to appear was a solitary figure.

A brawny man carrying a huge battle axe on his back, stepping through the Void, unaided by Sword Control or any Magical Treasure, solely relying on Physical Strength to walk in the sky.

"Lin Batian."

Gu Sheng's voice was deep.

"He has indeed come."

Ling Xiao glanced sideways at Gu Sheng.

"You know him?"

"Heard of him."

Gu Sheng said blandly.

"A madman who roams alone, said to have ventured into the depths of the Demon Abyss, fighting demons alone for three years to hone his Combat Skills."

Ling Xiao was somewhat surprised.

"Then he came this time..."

"To battle me."

Gu Sheng said calmly.

"Such people are only interested in the strong."

Ling Xiao was about to say something when she suddenly frowned.

"Your disguise..."

Gu Sheng then remembered, taking a silver mask from the Storage Ring and putting it on his face.

As the mask covered him, his aura abruptly changed, going from sharp and domineering to cold and eerie, even his figure seemed slightly blurred.

"This way, no one should be able to recognize me."

Gu Sheng's voice also became hoarse and indistinct from behind the mask.

Ling Xiao suddenly laughed.

"In my eyes, you are still the same Gu Sheng."

Gu Sheng's body stiffened, quickly turning to look at her.

"You can recognize me?"

"Of course."

Ling Xiao blinked.

"Did you think a flimsy mask could fool my eyes?"

Gu Sheng grabbed her wrist, his voice remarkably urgent.

"This is no joke, Ling Xiao. If even you can recognize me at a glance, then what meaning does this disguise have?"

Ling Xiao was startled by his sudden action.

"Relax, great expert. Not everyone has my kind of ability."

"Then how did you do it?"

Gu Sheng stared into her eyes.

"This concerns my life."

Seeing Gu Sheng's furrowed brows, Ling Xiao chuckled lightly.

"What, afraid?"

Gu Sheng's fingers gently caressed the edge of the mask, his voice low.

"Can this mask truly deceive the elders of the Holy Land?"

"Unless the Holy Master himself arrives, no one can see through it."

The two continued forward, with the Evil Qi at the periphery of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge growing ever denser, the air filled with the scent of decay and blood.

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