"Ling Xiao was right, the Blood River really exists!"
Gu Sheng’s spirits lifted, and the nearly exhausted spiritual power within him was forced to rise a bit.
Suddenly, a sound of something piercing through the air came from the left.
Gu Sheng instinctively sidestepped, as a streak of blue sword light brushed past his cheek and exploded a patch of ancient woods in the distance.
"Wang Xiu Jie!"
Gu Sheng’s pupils constricted as he recognized the owner of that sword light.
A man with a sinister face approached through the air, with killing intent nearly solidifying in his eyes.
"Gu Sheng, did you ever think of this day when you killed my brother?"
Gu Sheng didn’t explain, nor had the strength to explain.
The conflict back then was purely the Wang family’s disciples bullying the weak, and he was just defending himself.
Saying anything now would be futile, so he directly dived into a swamp filled with miasma.
Deep in the swamp, every step Gu Sheng took felt like treading on the edge of a blade.
The water and mud here were highly corrosive, and his boots were already in tatters, his feet bloodied and mutilated.
He dared not stop, for stopping meant death.
"Almost... almost there..."
Gu Sheng looked up at the blood-colored mountain, which seemed closer.
Suddenly, all his hairs stood on end, and he leaped forward.
The mud behind him erupted as a black shadow shot up from the ground; it was an entirely black giant serpent, as thick as a barrel.
"Fifth Rank Demon Beast!"
This level of demon beast was equivalent to a human Nascent Soul cultivator; he could have stood a chance under normal circumstances, but now...
The giant serpent opened its bloody maw, exhaling a foul stench.
Gu Sheng mustered the last of his spiritual power, a golden light condensed at his fingertips, shooting straight for the serpent’s left eye.
"Hiss—" The serpent writhed in pain, violently twisting its body and sending mud flying everywhere.
Gu Sheng seized the opportunity to roll aside, but the excessive movement worsened his internal injuries, causing him to cough up blood.
"Can’t fall here..."
Gu Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and was about to continue forward when a horrific scream from the sky reached his ears.
Instinctively looking up, he saw a clump of dark clouds twisting bizarrely and quickly transforming into a black flood dragon, swooping down fiercely at a one-armed man.
"Watch out, second brother!"
The gray-robed man shouted, but it was already too late.
The black flood dragon pierced the one-armed man’s chest; without even having the chance to resist, his body exploded into a bloody mist in mid-air.
"What kind of monster is this?!"
The remaining two men’s expressions changed drastically as they hurriedly retreated.
But the black flood dragon didn’t pursue; it just circled around the spot where the one-armed man had fallen, letting out an eerie screech.
Gu Sheng was also shocked by this scene but quickly realized it was a heaven-sent opportunity.
Suppressing his pain, he quickened his pace toward the blood-colored mountain.
"Damn it!"
The gray-robed man watched as his companion’s body exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist before even a scream could escape.
Every hair on his body stood on end, cold sweat running from the soles of his feet to his head.
"What’s going on?"
The red-haired man’s voice shook, and the long blade in his hand trembled slightly.
"Old Five was at the peak of the Heavenly Palace Realm, how could he..."
Gu Sheng also felt his heart pounding from this sudden change.


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