Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1520

Chapter 1520: Chapter 783: Does Not Represent Everything

Qin Yurou gently stroked a pure white Spiritual Fox in her arms, speaking softly.

"My demon beast companions have already set up surveillances around the town perimeter. If there’s any anomaly, they’ll warn us immediately."

Gu Sheng nodded slightly.

"Let’s strive to kill that Evil Cultivator today, lest regrets arise from any delays."

Shen Qingtan hesitated slightly.

"Mr. Gu, that Evil Cultivator has already reached the late Foundation Establishment Stage, we..."

"No worries."

Gu Sheng interrupted her, confidence shining in his eyes.

"I have my own certainties."

The three of them said no more, each forming hand seals.

Three streaks of tunneling light shot into the sky, speeding away towards the distant border town.

Jiang Feiyu watched them depart with open eyes, the resentment in his gaze becoming more pronounced.

He struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took out a Jade Talisman from his bosom, crushing it.

"Gu Sheng... Shen Qingtan... you will regret this!"

He sneered, watching the restriction Light Screen rise around the Daoist temple.

"Just wait until you awkwardly flee back, see how I’ll humiliate you!"

He sat cross-legged, beginning to regulate his breathing and heal, already imagining scenes of Gu Sheng begging for mercy and Shen Qingtan filled with regret in his mind.

Thinking of the satisfying scenarios, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"They have all gone, why didn’t you follow them?"

A low, sinister voice suddenly sounded behind Jiang Feiyu, making one’s skin crawl like a snake hissing.

Jiang Feiyu instinctively sneered.

"Hmph, I wish for them to die at the hands of that Evil Cultivator..."

Mid-sentence, he suddenly realized this voice didn’t belong to anyone in his memory.

His whole body tensed up, turning his head slowly.

Three zhang away, a man dressed in a blood-colored robe was looking at him with a somewhat mocking smile.

The man’s face was as pale as paper, only his lips were blood-red, and his eyes were an eerie red.

The most terrifying thing was, Jiang Feiyu couldn’t perceive any True Qi fluctuations from him—it was as if he was just an illusion standing there.

"B-blood Refining Evil Cultivator!"

Jiang Feiyu screamed in horror, scrambling backward until his back hit the temple wall.

His whole body trembled, eyes full of fear.

"How... how are you here? The restrictions clearly..."

"Restrictions?"

The Evil Cultivator chuckled lightly, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the surrounding Light Screen.

"This child’s play can also be called a restriction?"

He stepped forward leisurely, each step sending Jiang Feiyu’s heart racing.

As he approached, a thick scent of blood filled the air, making Jiang Feiyu feel breathless, as if submerged in a sea of blood.

"Don’t... don’t come any closer!"

Jiang Feiyu frantically formed seals, trying to summon a Magic Artifact, only to find his True Qi trapped like in a quagmire, completely unusable.

The Evil Cultivator stopped a step away, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Poor little worm, at least your companions have the courage to face me, but you..."

He shook his head, revealing a cruel smile.

"Only dare to curse them behind their backs."

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