Situ Qingfeng’s face turned pale, his fingers unconsciously clenching the folding fan.
"It’s over, so many people..."
Gu Sheng remained motionless, his gaze calmly watching Shen Qingyun.
"Gu Sheng!"
Rage burned in Shen Qingyun’s eyes.
"You dare to trick me! Luring me to Miling Valley while you plot against this hall!"
Gu Sheng chuckled lightly.
"Senior Brother Shen arrived faster than I expected; it seems the ’surprise’ in Miling Valley didn’t hold you back for long."
Beside Shen Qingyun, a burly man nearly two meters tall stepped forward.
His muscles bulged all over, and a hideous scar crossed his face. He was none other than Zhao Menglong, the Alliance Leader of the Great Wilderness Alliance.
"Senior Brother Shen, why waste words with this traitor?"
Zhao Menglong’s voice was like thunder.
"Let me take his head!"
Shen Qingyun nodded coldly.
"I’ll leave it to you, Alliance Leader Zhao."
Zhao Menglong grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.
"Boy, I hear you’re the number one in the Spirit Martial Realm? Today I’ll show you what true power is!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Menglong’s body erupted with a blinding blood-red light, the aura of the Earth Martial Realm pressing down like a mountain.
Both palms turned into claws, fingertips entwined with crimson True Qi—the signature technique of Ribs Breaking Tendon Hand!
"Die!"
Zhao Menglong’s figure moved like lightning, crossing dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, both claws aiming straight at Gu Sheng’s chest.
If this strike connected, it would be enough to tear out a person’s ribs!
Situ Qingfeng exclaimed.
"Watch out!"
Yet Gu Sheng stood still on the spot, seemingly petrified. Zhao Menglong’s sharp claws pierced through Gu Sheng’s body—only to hit a shadow!
"What?"
Zhao Menglong’s pupils shrank suddenly.
"Too slow."
Gu Sheng’s voice came from behind.
Zhao Menglong turned abruptly, seeing a streak of bluish sword light coming at him.
Somehow, Gu Sheng now held a three-foot-long blade, its tip pointing at Zhao Menglong’s heart.
"Gale Seven Kills Sword!"
"Swish—"
The sword light instantly pierced Zhao Menglong’s chest, blood gushing out, staining the front of his robe red.
"Ah!"
Zhao Menglong let out a painful roar, and relying on the combat instincts of a powerful Earth Martial Realm fighter, he shifted his heart position at the critical moment.
His eyes turned red, True Qi surging from his entire body.
"You brat, I’ll make you pay!"
Zhao Menglong’s speed skyrocketed, his form nearly turned into a blood shadow, lunging at Gu Sheng again. This time, his sharp claws finally gripped Gu Sheng’s shoulder.
"Got you!"
Zhao Menglong sneered.
Yet the next moment, his grin froze.
Gu Sheng’s shoulder was rigid, and Zhao Menglong’s fingers couldn’t pierce through in the slightest!
"Body Cultivation?"
Zhao Menglong stared at Gu Sheng in shock.
"You’re also into Body Cultivation?!"
Gu Sheng’s lips curled into a cold smile.
"Only realizing that now? Too late."
Before the words were finished, Gu Sheng counter-seized Zhao Menglong’s wrist, his fingers tightening. Zhao Menglong felt a terrifying force, his arm unable to break free!
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and cold sweat instantly broke out on Zhao Menglong’s forehead.
He struggled frantically, but found Gu Sheng’s strength completely suppressing him.
"Impossible! I’ve cultivated the Iron Bone Skill for twenty years; how can you..."
Zhao Menglong’s voice carried fear.
Gu Sheng’s eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Twenty years? Trash is still trash; any more time is a waste."
"Ah—!"
Zhao Menglong let out a devastating scream, his right arm twisted into a distorted shape by Gu Sheng, bones tearing through flesh, blood pouring out.
"Senior Brother Shen! Save me!"
Zhao Menglong finally panicked, turning to Shen Qingyun for help.
Yet Shen Qingyun simply watched coldly, showing no intention of intervening.
Gu Sheng sneered.
"Looks like your master doesn’t plan to save you."
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