Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1267

"What?!"

Everyone froze, staring blankly at this scene.

That Supreme Treasure Sword was actually protecting Gu Sheng of its own accord?

"Impossible..." Lv Feng muttered to herself.

"A Divine Artifact choosing its master?"

Gu Sheng was stunned as well.

He lowered his head to look at the treasure sword in his hand; the ancient patterns on the blade were flowing with a strange radiance.

The voice of the soul body sounded in his mind once more.

"A master's order cannot be disobeyed."

This time, Gu Sheng finally understood something.

He slowly lifted his head, his gaze sweeping past Wang Xiu Jie, Lv Feng, the Dragon Palace... and finally stopping on the face of the Qinghe Saintess.

"Thank you for your concern."

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

"But right now..."

The treasure sword suddenly let out a clear, ringing Sword Qi, and the entire Blood River boiled along with it!

"The ones who should be running... are them."

"You are simply unreasonable!"

The icy face of the Qinghe Saintess rarely showed anger.

"What could be more important than your life?"

Gu Sheng didn't even raise his head, both hands gripping the hilt tightly.

"You don't understand."

"I don't understand?" The Holy Daughter was so furious she laughed.

"Fine, very fine! Then just wait to be torn to pieces by Wang Xiu Jie!"

She turned to leave, yet couldn't help looking back.

"Wang Xiu Jie's cultivation is already close to the Venerable Realm, and he's the Qinghe Saint Heir's own brother! Once you fall into his hands, you won't even have the luxury of dying!"

Only then did Gu Sheng lift his eyes, his sun-and-moon pupils filled with impatience.

"Are you done?"

"You!"

The Holy Daughter's slender fingers trembled; no one had ever dared take her warning so lightly.

She forced down the surge of anger in her chest.

"Arrogant and conceited! Stirring wind and rain on the Holy Road has made you forget your own weight!"

Gu Sheng ignored her, pouring all his mind into communicating with the Divine Sword.

The pulse coming from the blade grew stronger and stronger.

"Good... very good..."

The corner of Gu Sheng's mouth lifted.

"Just a little closer..."

On the distant battlefield, Wang Xiu Jie seized a flaw in Lv Feng's camp; the golden light of the Battle Array turned into a giant palm that slapped a Heavenly Palace Realm Peak powerhouse into a smear of flesh on the spot!

"Ah!" Amid screams, another powerhouse was swept by the residual force; half his body exploded, blood dyeing the sky.

The tide of battle was reversed in an instant!

"Who else?!"

Wang Xiu Jie's hair and beard bristled, like a mad demon.

"Get lost now while you still can!"

This ferocious might shocked everyone into retreating again and again; even Lv Feng's face went deathly pale.

Her injuries were too severe; she no longer had the strength to fight.

"Senior Brother Wang..." the man in black reminded him in a low voice.

"We only have three Spirit Stones left..."

The corner of Wang Xiu Jie's eye twitched as he forced himself to remain calm.

"Maintain formation and slowly close in on Gu Sheng."

The Battle Array advanced slowly, each step cautious.

Wang Xiu Jie stared fixedly at the figure ten meters away, that silhouette wholly focused on gripping his sword, greed in his eyes.

"Ten meters... As long as we enter a ten-meter range..."

At that distance, even if Lv Feng regretted it, it would be too late to stop him!

From afar, the Qinghe Saintess saw this scene and finally gave up completely.

She turned to leave, the hem of her snow-white dress drawing a decisive arc.

"Holy Daughter?" The Dragon Palace cultivator followed her in surprise.

"You're not watching anymore?"

"No point."

The Holy Daughter's voice was icy, yet she inadvertently glanced back.

With just that one glance, she saw that Wang Xiu Jie's Battle Array had already closed within ten meters of Gu Sheng!

"It's over..."

The Holy Daughter's heart trembled; she subconsciously shut her eyes.

At the same time, Wang Xiu Jie finally couldn't hold back and burst into wild laughter toward the sky.

"Gu Sheng! Your death day has come!"

"Boom!"

The golden light of the Battle Array erupted; Wang Xiu Jie charged out, his Venerable Level terrifying cultivation fully unleashed, a palm striking down toward Gu Sheng's Heavenly Spirit!

When Wang Xiu Jie's five fingers were only three inches from Gu Sheng's Heavenly Spirit, he suddenly forced himself to pull back his strength.

The raging whirlwind of Spiritual Power lifted Gu Sheng's long hair, yet failed to harm him in the slightest.

"Can't kill him... can't kill him yet..."

Wang Xiu Jie's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead.

"I have to capture him alive... interrogate him slowly..."

He suppressed the urge to crush Gu Sheng's skull on the spot; reason triumphed over hatred.

As long as they left Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, he had plenty of ways to make Gu Sheng wish for death!

In the distance, the Qinghe Saintess saw Wang Xiu Jie pull back his power and had just sighed in relief, when she saw Lv Feng suddenly explode into action!

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