Light Fortress
Chapter 635 - 160: The Third Spark_4

Chapter 635: Chapter 160: The Third Spark_4

By that time, even if I were defeated and this young man took over the Gu family, it might not necessarily be a bad outcome.

The one who could defeat me would certainly not be a weakling.

Perhaps... the Gu family might go a long way.

But all these thoughts shattered at this moment.

A year ago, I still didn’t want to believe that someone had broken the greatest iron law of Changye.

Now, the naked truth lay before my eyes.

I had no choice but to believe it.

"You watched me grow up, you should understand me... How could you say such ludicrous things?"

Gu Lushen said from his wheelchair, shaking his head.

"A bottom line, what is that?"

He asked earnestly, then spoke with regret, "I don’t have such things that bind my hands and feet."

Gu Lushen said this calmly and without any sense of shame.

The old Mr. Gu Qilin silently reached out and gripped the hilt of the battle blade at his waist, but he didn’t draw it right away.

Actually, when he saw Gu Lushen here.

His heart had turned to ashes, without any hope.

But ultimately, Gu Qilin still couldn’t believe it as he uttered, "It was you who colluded with the Source Tower and brought the Wine God seat into the mausoleum."

"It was me."

Gu Lushen nodded.

He held out a finger, pointing to the distance, and said with a smile,

"However, it’s not just the Wine God seat... the entire Changye, the three great outposts, the five great families, and more than a thousand Transcendents have all been led by me into the mausoleum."

The old man’s sword-holding hand trembled.

Luo Yu was furious as he bellowed, "Bastard! Do you know... how many people will die in vain because of this?!"

Gu Lushen turned his face expressionlessly toward him.

Without any visible movement from him.

"Boom" went a sound.

An invisible shockwave of spiritual power burst forth, instantly striking Luo Yu!

The speed was too fast!

The Infinite Scale could only block part of it!

The next moment, Luo Yu went flying, hitting a snow tree heavily and passing out.

This scene... caused Gu Qilin’s pupils to contract slightly.

The speed of Gu Lushen’s strike was so fast that not even he had been able to react.

Have I grown old? The old man silently clutched the long blade, his expression grew solemn as he took a deep breath, preparing himself for battle.

"Well... it’s quiet now."

Gu Lushen smoothed his frost-white hair and said with a soft laugh, "Old man, put down that blade, you are already old, why bother swinging swords? Perhaps we can have a good talk... you might find that things are not as bad as you imagine."

"I have nothing to talk about with you..."

Gu Qilin drew his sword from its sheath.

The Infinite Scale was suppressed to only open a corner, but at that moment, countless lights fell, the majestic Night Parade of Hundred Demons manifested behind him, and the scene was extremely shocking. He lunged at the man in the wheelchair, an old lion still capable of hunting.

The sword slashed through, and a huge snow tree was directly split in half!

A streak long as a rainbow shot down!

Gu Lushen didn’t move an inch.

He just brought his two fingers together as if drawing a line... In this world of the Disaster Realm that suppressed spiritual power, the rules no longer bound him, and a silvery white frost line directly sliced the falling tree.

Then, those slender fingers collided with the old man’s battle blade!

"Crack!"

A clear sound of metal clang!

Gu Lushen’s two fingers caught the descending strike!

His expression remained calm, exerting a slight force.

The surface of the sword trembled violently and resonated hundreds of times in an instant before shattering, with the silvery shards caught between his two fingers.

Even though the battle blade was broken, the immense force of the blow continued to pass through!

The wheelchair rapidly retreated through the Snow Forest.

Gu Lushen remained calm, silently absorbing the spread of this shock force until the wheelchair finally came to a stop after plowing nearly a hundred meters, carving a snow trench.

During this process, Gu Lushen made a very subtle flicking motion with his hand.

After the wheelchair stopped, the blade pieces in his hand had vanished without a trace.

On the other side, the old man leaning on the sword looked pale.

He looked down at his chest where his robe was stained red with blood.

His own blade had been thrown by Gu Lushen, piercing through the Wind Snow, and even piercing through the spiritual domain of the Infinite Scale.

This strike directly tore through Gu Qilin’s breastplate, with the blade tip emerging from his back... but fortunately, it did not hit the heart directly but was slightly off-center.

"Old man, I’ve always respected you..."

Gu Lushen, looking at the old man standing distantly with his blade, spoke softly, "I don’t want to kill you. Hand over that thing... I promise you can leave the mausoleum alive."

He pointed his two fingers at the center of Gu Qilin’s palm.

There was a token there.

It was the House Master Token, the symbol of the position of the Gu Family Master.