Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1305

Chapter 1305: Chapter 676: Bloodline Taboo (2)

Yu Tianyi felt a force he couldn’t resist coming at him, stumbling forward uncontrollably.

A heart-rending pain erupted from his abdomen—Ling Xiao’s fist landed on his dantian like a meteor.

"Ah—!"

Yu Tianyi let out a scream that didn’t sound human, blood gushed from his mouth.

Ling Xiao did not stop, delivering three consecutive punches to the same spot.

Each punch was accompanied by a thudding crash, Yu Tianyi’s protective true qi shattered like paper.

The final punch sent his whole body flying three yards, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Pfft—"

Yu Tianyi spewed another mouthful of blood mixed with bits of his organs, his eyes rolling back as he lost consciousness.

The entire cave fell into instant silence.

Yu Tianyi’s five fellow disciples stood petrified, their strongest senior brother being easily dealt with like a sandbag?

Jin Xianyun’s smile froze on her face, her legs instinctively trembling.

Pan Zhuang, who was initially walking leisurely, halted suddenly, his sharp gaze for the first time seriously considering this unassuming youth.

The more he looked, the more shocked he was—Ling Xiao’s seemingly casual stance was actually perfect; his breath long and even, his spiritual power deep like an ocean.

"At least Earth Palace Mid-stage!"

Pan Zhuang squinted his eyes, his voice icy.

"Kid, you’ve hidden well. When did Daoist Yong’an’s sect produce someone like you?"

Ling Xiao flicked his wrist, not even bothering to look directly at him.

"None of your damn business."

"Outrageous!"

Four junior brothers behind Pan Zhuang shouted in unison, the aura of Earth Palace Stage erupting, causing stones to crack and fall inside the cave.

Ling Xiao still stood lazily, not even shaking the hem of his robe.

Pan Zhuang raised his hand to stop his fellow disciples, stepping forward slowly.

With each step he took, his aura surged, and with the seventh step, an intense azure light suddenly erupted around him.

"Earth Palace Realm Early Stage!"

Pan Zhuang arrogantly folded his arms.

"To force me to use my true strength, you can be proud. Kneel and beg for mercy now, I’ll give you a swift end."

Ling Xiao finally looked him in the eye, but his gaze was one of looking at an idiot.

"So much nonsense."

"Court death!"

Panzhuang, laughing angrily, drew his spiritual blade with a "zheng."

The blade was entirely emerald, wrapped with seven blood-red patterns.

He held the blade with both hands raised above his head, the sword qi instantly surged to ten yards, shaking the entire cave violently, causing the top to crack like a spider web.

"Seven Evils Slash!"

The emerald sword qi transformed into a grim ghost face, slicing through the stone walls like tofu where it passed.

The power of this blade could cleave the entire small mountain in half!

"The noise is too great."

Gu Sheng, who had been seated all along, suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Make it quick."

Ling Xiao chuckled.

"Did you hear that? My senior brother finds it noisy."

Facing a world-ending slash, Ling Xiao nonchalantly raised his right hand.

Though his movement appeared slow, at the moment the sword qi approached, he precisely caught the blade!

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of breaking echoed through the cave. Under Pan Zhuang’s incredulous gaze, his spiritual blade, painstakingly refined for twenty years, was crushed into pieces by Ling Xiao’s bare hand!

"Impossible—" Pan Zhuang’s scream was abruptly cut off.

Ling Xiao’s fist had already imprinted on his chest, seemingly a gentle attack, but it sent Pan Zhuang flying backward, crashing into and destroying seven stone pillars before stopping.

"Pfft!"

The blood Pan Zhuang spewed arced through the air.

He struggled to get up, only to find all his bones broken by eighty percent, his spiritual power scattered by the punch.

"Bro, bro..."

Several junior brothers were scared pale.

Their invincible senior brother Pan, unable to withstand even a single move?

Pan Zhuang suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He turned his head with difficulty, meeting a pair of slowly opening eyes—those were Gu Sheng’s eyes, black as ink, cold as a blade.

There was no spiritual power fluctuation, yet Pan Zhuang’s blood seemed to freeze instantly.

What kind of eyes were those! Like a devil crawling out from heaps of corpses and seas of blood, just by meeting them, one’s divine soul trembled.

"No... please don’t..."

Pan Zhuang’s teeth chattered, a wet stain already visible on his trousers.

"Hiss—"

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