Light Fortress
Chapter 467 - 102: Subordinates Killing Superiors (Subscribe please!)_2

Chapter 467: Chapter 102: Subordinates Killing Superiors (Subscribe please!)_2

As black smoke poured out, Gu Shen, standing at the edge of a snowy cliff, gently stepped forward. His movement was light, like a bird folding its wings and plunging straight down. The rolling dark tide swallowed half of the mountain, seemingly engulfing him too. One second later, Gu Shen’s falling figure surpassed the speed of the spreading black tide. At this moment, he resembled an arrow, hurtling toward the ground, completely indifferent to the fate of his flesh and blood body on the thousand-meter cliff!

Mr. Zhuo saw the second "flesh and blood fireworks" with eyes full of bloodshot!

He did not hesitate, jumping down after Gu Shen.

This youth seemed like a ghost, having mastered the art of "spiritual power" converging to perfection. If he were to leap into the vast snow, Mr. Zhuo would really have no chance of catching him!

The small sword accelerated rapidly in the air, bursting with a roar that shattered the sound barrier.

Gu Shen’s expression was impassive as he fell.

He watched the swiftly approaching figure in the distance... Mr. Zhuo’s speed was incredibly fast, an enemy whose cultivation time and ability strength both far exceeded his own.

His ability was related to thunder... His killing techniques were similar to senior sister’s "Lan Qie" blade...

He was extremely reliant on that small sword.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

The small sword arrived in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Zhuo’s spiritual power tightly locked onto him.

He did not strike directly with the small sword but instead stepped on the tip of the sword, stirring up a swift streak of Thunder Light!

Gu Shen’s forehead ignited with a spark of Chi Huo... The arc of Truth Ruler swept out from his sleeve, and growing wings suddenly emerged behind his back against the rocky cliff during the rapid fall. Instead of spreading, these massive wings tightly folded.

This made Gu Shen fall even faster!

With a loud "boom."

A section of the snowy mountain cliff exploded into smithereens!

Mr. Zhuo’s face darkened, his small sword’s speed also soared, just like Gu Shen... He was now truly bloodshot, and would not let Gu Shen escape at any cost!

Both men accelerated their fall even faster!

Dozens of Thunder Lights burst forth; however, unfortunately for Mr. Zhuo, Gu Shen was always able to speed up at the critical moment. Before the Thunder Lights could strike the cliff, Gu Shen had already reached the Snowfield ground—

Something unexpected happened.

The huge wings suddenly flapped violently.

The wind surged in reverse.

In an instant, Gu Shen’s speed dropped drastically.

He raised his hands in a "pressing the ground" motion. In reality, his palms just perfectly touched the Snowfield because his distance control was impeccably precise, and the thick layer of snow did not break at all.

Gu Shen’s extended palms were not pressing.

They were lifting!

They were flipping!

The mighty Truth Wings reversed the Wind Snow, and with Gu Shen’s hands lifting, millions of frosty snow surged from beneath the Snowfield, along with it, thousands of slivers of iron light!

Due to the five families stationed here and activities of the Outer Continent powers, the Tundra District was never peaceful. Underneath this part of the Snowfield, who knew how many broken skeletons and discarded iron lay hidden.

Year-round snow cover meant that no one cared about what was actually beneath the Snowfield.

But Gu Shen took notice.

Because... he chose to bury the ancient coffin in the deepest part of the ground.

Below the layer of snow were bones, and beneath the bones were discarded, abandoned iron.

Layer upon layer, until the Throne deeply buried the ancient coffin, and Gu Shen had also taken note of these uselessly rusted "iron."

These pieces of iron were useless to others.

To him, they were very useful!

...

...

Mr. Zhuo’s vision was filled with dense, swirling iron light.

For a moment, he was somewhat dazzled.

Since when had the Snowfield underground harbored so many "swords"?

No... these iron lights could hardly be considered swords, pieces of rust that completely disintegrated upon touch!

But what truly troubled him was... each piece of rust carried a thread of "fire"!

Mr. Zhuo saw it clearly.

Both the explosion at the base and the two firework displays on the snow mountain were essentially strong detonations of "spiritual power," this youth’s ability to control iron was just a gimmick for sealing something!

This youth was actually an extremely terrifying Spiritual Ability Transcendent!

And that "fire" represented his Spiritual Fire!

The team leader Jie Ding died in this manner; the slash on his throat was not fatal, but that thread of Spiritual Fire that snaked into his body through the wound was the real cause of death!

Having seen through all this, Mr. Zhuo’s eyes turned ice cold.

He took a deep breath.

...

...

Myriad wind and snow swept across the iron light, smashing towards one person.

Gu Shen had not expected it.

Standing on a small sword, "Mr. Zhuo" didn’t dodge at all. Instead, he charged straight towards Gu Shen.

This iron light, in fact, wasn’t really a killer move at all. His own "Iron Throne" cultivation realm wasn’t enough to retaliate and kill a Seventh Floor Transcendent—such a thing was impossible—

But Gu Shen’s hope lay in his own "Chi Huo"!

Mr. Zhuo from the Deep Water Area Seventh Floor possessed a domain!

He... had one too!

Only, his domain was a Spiritual Domain!

If the Iron Throne created even a slight wound, Chi Huo could attach to it, decisively activate hypnosis, and pull the opponent into his own Spiritual Domain!

"Kill!"

Gu Shen wasn’t afraid at all. He took a deep breath himself and manipulated thousands of iron scales with his spiritual power, striking towards Mr. Zhuo!

Who said transcendent beings could not fight across greater realms?

Today, he would slay above his level!

"Clang clang clang clang!"

However, something terrifying happened!

Mr. Zhuo’s body was flowing with Thunder Light, as if covered by a layer of Thunder Armor!

The small sword he unpinned instantly morphed into dozens of flowing shadows, perfectly enveloping his body! These millions of iron scales were actually all shattered by a single small sword! He couldn’t get close at all!

Seeing this scene, Gu Shen instantly realized there was a flaw in his tactics...

The means of a Seventh Floor Transcendent were not merely a "domain"!

Truth Wings instantly soared.

Gu Shen turned back and stepped on the mountain wall. At that moment, he drew in his giant wings, but the huge wings did not completely vanish. Instead, they turned into two small wings socketed on the shin bones of his legs.

After drawing in his giant wings and ceasing to fly, the wind resistance was minimized to the lowest. Gu Shen’s speed surged again, and he ran at an extremely fast pace along the mountain wall, as if on flat ground.

Mr. Zhuo, however, fell somewhat "clumsily" heavily onto the snow.

Due to his previous defensive action, he was no longer stepping on the small sword. After shattering all the iron light, his body covered in Thunder Light, he looked as if he was wearing a dazzling set of personal Thunder Armor. Now, raising his eyes to see the swiftly fleeing figure of Gu Shen, Mr. Zhuo gathered his strength and clenched the small sword as if holding a long spear.

He held his breath, gathered his force, bent down, twisted his hips, creating a full moon.

The next moment, the small sword flew out of his hands—

This action was done in one go!

A long line pierced through the night sky over the mountain peak!

The figure that stepped along the mountain wall, almost escaping the summit, was pierced by the small sword, blood spurting wildly!

Like a bird speared through by a long spear.

The heavy snow sobbed.

The storm roared.

The figure fell towards the ground.

Mr. Zhuo, expressionless, watched the figure fall into the snowy ground. He wasn’t in a hurry to move forward but instead reached out to recall his "small sword"... from a small pit in the snow, "whiz" the small sword flew back.

The blade was still stained with a smear of blood.

Mr. Zhuo wiped it with two fingers, and with a surge of thunder, cleansed the blade of all the filthy blood.

He slowly approached the crater on the snowy ground, squinted his eyes, and scrutinized this young man lying face down before him.

The breath was wan.

The blood spread.

He smiled in satisfaction and withdrew the Thunder Armor.

But the next moment,

Mr. Zhuo suddenly sensed something was amiss...

At the base, his "single sword" also hit the opponent, but didn’t even pierce through the opponent’s iron coat.

Wait a minute...

That exceptionally sturdy iron coat!

He abruptly turned around, his pupils contracting.

The Thunder Armor instantly reformed!

But it was too late!

Underneath him, the snow layer churned, and a slender, immensely sturdy iron spear suddenly erupted, piercing through his Thunder Armor from the back and exiting through the chest, impaling him high into the air.