Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World
Chapter 317 - 179: Fighting Above One’s Level, Killing Silver Bone Realm_2

Chapter 317: Chapter 179: Fighting Above One’s Level, Killing Silver Bone Realm_2

"Angry Blood Third Style!"

Although the weapon in hand wasn’t the Thirst Blood Axe, the Angry Blood Third Style could still be executed. However, due to the weapon difference, its might was somewhat diminished.

"Clang!"

Gu Sheng’s single saber clashed against Zhang Fei’s short blade, producing a thunderous sound. The strong impact sent Gu Sheng retreating repeatedly.

Although Zhang Fei was surprised by the force Gu Sheng exhibited, his face was full of mockery. "Ha! This must be your limit! With just a bit of effort, I’ve pushed you to your edge. What do you think you can fight me with?"

Gu Sheng didn’t bother responding. His reply was the Angry Blood Second Style!

The single saber came slashing down again, its strength significantly greater than before. Zhang Fei, underestimating Gu Sheng, casually swung his short blade in response.

This time, Gu Sheng was repelled once more, but the distance he was forced back was already cut by more than half!

"Huh? What’s going on? My strength is waning!"

At this moment, Zhang Fei felt his control over his body stiffen, and even his consciousness began to fog.

As an expert in using poison, he immediately realized he had been poisoned!

Looking down at his arm, he noticed the wound had turned a dazzling array of colors.

"You dared to use poison! How despicable!"

Feeling humiliated about being poisoned without realizing it, Zhang Fei’s short blade roared in his hand, emitting wild, furious Sword Qi. Trees around him fell under the ferocity of his attacks.

Gu Sheng snorted coldly, "The pot calling the kettle black! You lot from the Thousand Poison Sect are the real masters of poison—why don’t you call yourselves despicable first?"

Gu Sheng surged forward again, channeling his full power into his single saber. With all his strength unleashed, the saber roared toward Zhang Fei with immense force!

"Angry Blood Third Style!"

Through the accumulation of momentum from the earlier attacks, this strike carried devastating power. The saber wind alone distorted Zhang Fei’s face like a gale.

After being poisoned by the hallucinatory porcupine, Zhang Fei’s body had become increasingly rigid, his strength weakening. Gu Sheng appeared blurrier in his vision. Struggling to lift his short blade to defend himself, it was all in vain.

Under Gu Sheng’s most powerful attack, the short blade in Zhang Fei’s hand was instantly knocked from his grasp by the overwhelming force. The single saber did not stop; it cleaved into Zhang Fei’s body.

Already robbed of control over his poisoned body, Zhang Fei was split diagonally into two by that blow. Blood sprayed everywhere, and life abandoned him completely.

Gu Sheng hoisted his single saber and strode toward Wu Xinyu.

Upon realizing he was poisoned, Wu Xinyu immediately retrieved the Universal Detoxification Pill crafted by the Sect.

The Universal Detoxification Pill could alleviate most toxins, but since it wasn’t a specialized antidote, it could only suppress the poison temporarily. To fully cleanse the toxin, he would need to return to the Sect.

Under the influence of the hallucinatory porcupine’s toxin, Wu Xinyu’s strength had diminished severely. Fortunately, the pill kept his mind clear. When he saw Gu Sheng, blood-soaked, emerging from the dense forest, his eyes filled with shock, "How are you unscathed? Where are my people?"

Gu Sheng sneered, "Dead, of course!"

Wu Xinyu’s heart sank in alarm.

Zhang Fei wasn’t an ordinary disciple—he was an Inner Sect Disciple of the Thousand Poison Sect and one of the top experts in the Silver Bone Realm! Wu Xinyu had specifically recruited Zhang Fei for protection during this mountain expedition, never imagining that Zhang Fei would fall at the hands of someone in the Bronze Bone Realm!

Wu Xinyu was no fool; he didn’t attribute Zhang Fei’s loss to weakness. This could only mean Gu Sheng was too strong, possessing the terrifying ability to kill above his level!

Wu Xinyu turned to flee, but under the influence of the hallucinatory porcupine’s poison, his body’s capabilities had drastically decreased. There was no way he could outrun Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng grabbed Wu Xinyu and slammed him to the ground, the bloodstained saber pressing against his neck.

"The antidote!"

Even with the blade at his throat, Wu Xinyu barely showed fear. Instead, a mocking smile appeared on his face. "Kill me, and my father will never let your Holy Pill Sect off. He might even spark a war between our two sects. Are you sure you can bear that responsibility? I bet you don’t dare kill me! Want the antidote? Forget it!"

Gu Sheng sneered coldly, "I’m nothing more than a menial disciple who joined the Holy Pill Sect a few days ago. What does any of that have to do with me? If you’re so eager for death, I’d be happy to oblige!"

Gu Sheng understood Wu Xinyu’s prestigious background, pampered all his life with no resilience. If he showed any weakness now, Wu Xinyu would exploit it as leverage. Against someone like this, the best approach was to be utterly ruthless!

Gu Sheng pressed down slightly with his saber, the sharp blade slicing Wu Xinyu’s neck, drawing blood. The stench of death filled the air!

"You... you’d best think carefully! The consequences of killing me won’t be something a mere disciple can handle!"

Realizing Gu Sheng truly dared to act, Wu Xinyu panicked on the spot.

Gu Sheng remained indifferent, saying, "I’m but a lowly life. Dead is dead. But you? The son of an elder, with a high status. In the future, you might even reach the Marrow Refining Realm. Me? I’m insignificant, from a poor background, with limited resources. My life will likely always be like this. Trading my life for yours? That’s a bargain for me!"

With a twisted and feral grin, Gu Sheng gradually applied more pressure with his saber, the blade sinking deeper.

The encompassing aura of death surged toward Wu Xinyu like a tidal wave. From Gu Sheng’s eyes, Wu Xinyu could only see madness.

"The antidote! I’ll give you the antidote!"

Having been pampered his entire life, Wu Xinyu had never encountered someone as ruthless as Gu Sheng. His mental defenses shattered. He fumbled through his robes before taking out a green vial and handing it to Gu Sheng.

"This is the antidote. Please, I beg you, don’t kill me!"

Gu Sheng, without halting his actions, took the vial and asked coldly, "How does it work?"

Feeling the blade creeping ever closer to his neck, Wu Xinyu, sensing his impending death, stuttered out at immense speed, "Smash it—just smash it!"

Gu Sheng flung the vial toward Lin Miaomiao and the other three. The vial shattered, releasing a green mist.

The green and red mist swirled together, fusing completely within a few breaths. Lin Miaomiao and the others’ crazed eyes began to clear as their senses returned, loud screams escaping them.

The four had been slashing at each other, their bodies covered with wounds. Fortunately, in their frenzied state, they hadn’t used any Martial Arts techniques. While their injuries looked ghastly, with timely treatment, they wouldn’t be fatal.

Since Wu Xinyu’s hallucinatory porcupine toxin was still active, Gu Sheng wasn’t worried about him fleeing. Kicking him unconscious, Gu Sheng quickly took out pain-relief and blood-staunching pills, administering them to the four.

Lin Miaomiao and the others were still groggy, utterly unaware of the current situation.

With a confused look, Lin Miaomiao asked, "Junior Brother, what happened to us? Where are the people from the Thousand Poison Sect?"

As he treated Lin Miaomiao’s wounds, Gu Sheng replied matter-of-factly, "You were poisoned by Wu Xinyu earlier, slashing at each other. You got off lightly—Brother Mo didn’t make it out unscathed. He looks barely human now."

Among the four, Mo Buwen was the weakest, hence suffering the most severe injuries. Lin Miaomiao, Huang Miaoyin, and Dyson were covered in blood and wounds, but at least they could still move. Mo Buwen, however, had truly been hacked apart by the other three, his breathing faint. Had Gu Sheng been any slower in obtaining the antidote, Mo would have already been off to attend his ancestors’ dinner banquet.

"As for the people from the Thousand Poison Sect—they’re dead, of course."

Hearing this, the still-dazed Lin Miaomiao seemed to snap awake as if struck by a bolt of lightning. "What? They’re all dead?"

Her wide eyes locked onto Gu Sheng, brimming with astonishment.

Though Wu Xinyu was a spoiled brat with inflated cultivation, he was still in the Silver Bone Realm. Moreover, Zhang Fei was an elite among the Silver Bone experts. Even Lin Miaomiao herself might not be able to defeat Zhang Fei. Alongside them were three additional Copper Bone cultivators supporting the formation—a lineup that could only be described as luxurious. No matter how hard she thought, Lin Miaomiao couldn’t comprehend how Gu Sheng managed to kill all of them.

The astonishment in Lin Miaomiao’s eyes quickly turned into deep concern. She rummaged through her robes and soon pulled out several blood-stained silver notes. Handing all of them to Gu Sheng, she spoke with stern urgency, "Junior Brother Gu, take this money and flee! You have extraordinary talent and are destined to become a great power. You shouldn’t throw your life away over scum like Wu Xinyu!"