Chapter 529: Did This Old Ancestor Attack the Wrong Person?

Chapter 529: Did This Old Ancestor Attack the Wrong Person?

Chapter 529: Did This Old Ancestor Attack the Wrong Person?

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Everyone was shocked.

Chen Huaian was also shocked.

This Bull Demon was simply too fierce.

After being summoned, without saying a word, it directly locked onto enemies through the void and buried Faming's entire group with swords?!

Hua Jin the True One watched Gu Changsheng warily as he hovered mid-air, slightly panting.

Though each time it was a different person, Gu Changsheng's aura clearly had connections to those mysterious sword cultivators from the Sword Pavilion.

Just those few sword strikes displayed sword dao attainments that even she, a Void Fusion Realm cultivator, couldn't hope to match.

But Hua Jin hesitated about making a move.

To put it bluntly, the reason she didn't fight Faming was to prevent him from targeting Wang Shouyi and Chen Huaian.

Now she hesitated for the same reason.

This sword cultivator stood alone. If a life-and-death battle truly erupted, who could she protect?

Just as she struggled with this dilemma, a bloody hand suddenly emerged from the deep sword crater.

"Hehehe! Hahaha!" A sinister laugh echoed from the sword crater as Monk Faming crawled out with a vicious grin.

His face was deathly pale, his entire body covered in blood. His kasaya had been sliced into tattered strips by sword energy, not a single patch of unblemished skin remaining. Countless sword marks crisscrossed his body, the flesh flayed open as if he'd suffered death by a thousand cuts!

Even Chen Huaian couldn't help but sigh inwardly - 'How miserable!'

"You... this humble monk knows you!"

Monk Faming stood up shakily.

His cold glare fixed firmly on Gu Changsheng in the sky.

"You're one of those variables! Those mysterious sword cultivators! Am I right?"

He was almost certain Gu Changsheng belonged to that group.

Otherwise, how could someone at the peak of Unity Realm so thoroughly overpower him?

Though being ambushed without preparation played a part...

He shouldn't have been this powerless to resist!

Gu Changsheng raised his pale eyebrows and sneered: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The next instant, he landed with a crash, instantly appearing before Monk Faming and delivering a powerful side kick that sent the monk flying.

The kick carried tremendous force.

Faming flew far before crashing against the Demon Sealing Pagoda's wall and stopping.

No one knew what material the pagoda was made of - despite the entire structure shaking from the impact, the wall showed no marks at all.

With the pagoda unharmed, Monk Faming bore the full brunt.

Curled up like a shrimp on the ground, he vomited blood violently.

It felt as if all his internal organs had been scrambled and swapped positions.

Yet he still clung to life, the venom in his eyes undiminished.

Boom—!

The bricks before him shattered.

Flying debris left cuts across his face.

Seeing a pair of gray square shoes, Faming knew the sword cultivator stood before him.

An opportunity!

Summoning his last strength, he tried to strike the sword cultivator with his serpent-headed staff.

But a slender yet powerful hand had already taken the staff first.

Gu Changsheng examined the staff briefly before laughing disdainfully.

Then with a casual "snap," he broke it in two.

"This is your magical implement? How laughable!"

Gu Changsheng stepped on Faming's forehead, staring at his incredulous face: "This lord despises monks most of all!"

He threw the broken staff pieces at Faming's face.

Then pressed his sword against the monk's neck.

The cold blade and premonition of death jolted Faming from his shock at seeing his staff destroyed. Fear surfaced as Buddhist power surged wildly within him for a final struggle.

Yet just as the Buddhist power was about to erupt—

A flash of icy killing intent passed through Gu Changsheng's eyes.

The cold sword suddenly blazed like the sun, erupting with golden-red radiance - this was his True Essence transforming into scorching pure yang sword intent that sliced into Faming's neck.

Faming's head instantly vaporized.

Below his neck, a searing sword scar extended dozens of feet. The Demon Sealing Pagoda's indestructible floor melted like butter under a hot knife as the scar deepened, the rock itself turning to magma from the intense heat.

Suddenly, a Buddhist relic covered in golden light shot out from Faming's remains and fled instantly.

Gu Changsheng narrowed his eyes but didn't pursue.

Though he didn't understand why Void Fusion Realm cultivators in this world were so weak—so weak they hadn't even condensed miniature worlds—

After all, they were still Void Fusion Realm, their soul power far surpassing his Unity Realm self. At such escape speeds, he couldn't hope to catch up.

Besides the wisdom of not pursuing a desperate foe,

The Old Ancestor was here, wasn't he?

He'd come to handle matters for the Old Ancestor—he couldn't reverse priorities.

If this monk was the Old Ancestor's enemy, now reduced to just a soul, he couldn't cause any real trouble anymore. Best to let the Old Ancestor handle it—might give him some satisfaction.

Thinking this, Gu Changsheng felt satisfied too.

He turned to look at Chen Huaian's group, awaiting a signal.

Speaking of...

What if this monk wasn't the Old Ancestor's enemy but his friend instead?

Gu Changsheng's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly sent a mental message:

"Old Ancestor, did I attack the wrong person?"

Chen Huaian was silent for a moment.

You killed him first and now ask? If it was wrong, what's the point of asking now!

Though he hadn't attacked the wrong person, but...

He was right next to Hua Jin the True One—how should he reply?

He could only shake his head slightly.

"That's good then."

Gu Changsheng sighed in relief, then asked: "Who else does the Old Ancestor wish to kill?"

Chen Huaian's eyes flicked toward Hua Jin the True One.

He didn't want to kill Hua Jin.

But it was hard to explain now, so he could only send vague instructions.

Gu Changsheng's gaze settled on Hua Jin the True One.

That sharp look sent chills down Hua Jin's spine. Combined with how this sword cultivator had effortlessly erased Faming's physical form... she instinctively retreated half a step.

"Senior, thank you for upholding justice."

Wang Shouyi, still unclear about the situation, cupped his hands respectfully toward Gu Changsheng.

"If not for you driving away that foul monk, we might have met misfortune today. May I ask Senior's name? So this junior may know whom to repay—"

Before he could finish, Wang Shouyi's pupils contracted.

The sword cultivator had already passed him like a gust of wind!

His Pure Yang Sword pointed at Hua Jin the True One.

"Witch! Daring to bewitch the Old Ancestor—prepare to die!"

"Not good!" Hua Jin's expression changed.

Her first instinct wasn't self-protection but pulling Wang Shouyi back, shoving him toward Chen Huaian while releasing a gentle force that sent both flying far away.

The other Ascenders weren't so lucky.

Seeing Gu Changsheng's hostile intent, they turned and fled, wishing they had extra legs.

Yet some were too slow. The residual sword energy from Hua Jin and Gu Changsheng's first clash shredded several slower Ascenders.

Chen Huaian held back the furious Wang Shouyi.

Finally seizing the chaotic moment to send a mental message:

"Cripple her, don't actually kill!"

Hearing this, Gu Changsheng paused slightly and nodded.

The Old Ancestor's orders were imperial edicts.

His sword stance shifted—killing intent slightly restrained, changing from broad sweeping strikes to swift, precise attacks aimed not at instant kills but gradual exhaustion.

Chen Huaian sighed as he watched Hua Jin desperately protecting him and Wang Shouyi.

No destruction, no construction.

Continuing to follow the Celestial God Clan would only make them chess pieces.

By crippling Hua Jin now, wasn't he saving her in a way?

But...

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.

Was it his imagination?

He seemed to see a wisp of grayish energy around Gu Changsheng that shouldn't exist...