Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1666

Chapter 1666: Chapter 846: Cold Light

"How... could it be..."

This was his final blurred thought before his consciousness was completely obliterated.

This fragment of spiritual imprint couldn’t even leave a complete last word, shattering completely like a bubble beneath that sword, dissipating into nothingness.

In the alley, Gu Sheng’s figure had quietly stood at some unknown time.

In his hand was an anciently designed Longsword, exuding a faint Emperor’s pressure — the Southern Emperor Sword. The blade was pristine and clear, unstained by any impurity, as if the swift, shadowy strike that eradicated the spiritual imprint hadn’t come from it.

Gu Sheng’s expression was emotionless as he flipped his wrist, and the Southern Emperor Sword vanished silently from his hand.

He didn’t even glance at the spot where the spiritual imprint had dissipated, as if he had merely crushed a noisy fly.

His form moved again, as if via instant teleportation, returning to the blood-drenched front courtyard of the Gu Family Mansion.

The surviving Gu Jianghe still sat paralyzed in the pool of blood, his eyes sorrowful. Dozens of Linlang Guards stood like statues beside him, silently guarding, as the air was suffused with suffocating grief and a deadly solemnity.

Gu Sheng’s gaze swept over the corpses of his clan strewn across the ground, a flicker of deep pain in his eyes, quickly replaced by a firmer, colder resolve.

He spoke in a deep voice, not loud, but clear enough for every Linlang Guard to hear.

"Settle the families of the deceased properly, bury the dead with honor. All expenses will come from my share in the Linlang Pavilion; do not spare any cost."

"Yes! We obey the Third Pavilion Master’s command!"

The Linlang Guard Leader bowed his fists resolutely, answering with a powerful voice, without the slightest hesitation.

Their reference to "Third Pavilion Master" revealed Gu Sheng’s high status within the Linlang Pavilion.

After issuing the command, Gu Sheng fell silent.

He stood quietly amidst the sea of corpses and blood, like a silent statue. The twilight’s glow cast on him elongated his stalwart silhouette into a tragic and heroic painting against the crimson ground below.

The Linlang Guards quietly executed the order, carefully gathering the bodies, no one dared to disturb him.

Situ Qingfeng had arrived early as well, standing not far away, gazing at Gu Sheng’s back, silent but seemingly entangled in a monstrous storm, his expression incredibly complex, attempting several times to speak words of comfort or advice, yet all words transformed into silent sighs.

He knew, any words now were futile.

He could only stand silently by his side, sharing this heavy burden with his friend.

The sky gradually darkened, the blood-like sunset staining the sky and earth with a tragic red, as if even the heavens mourned the Gu family’s tragedy.

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