Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

"With my current strength, I can only get within one zhang at most. Even if I transform into a Heavenly Demon, I still won't be able to break through the last few steps."

Gu Sheng gritted his teeth and took another step forward, his bones creaking under the strain.

He felt as if his internal organs were being gripped by an invisible hand, ready to burst at any moment.

"What level of enlightenment did your mother reach during her lifetime?"

Gu Sheng asked with difficulty, blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Half-step Venerable One".

A look of admiration flashed in Situ Qingfeng's eyes.

"Just one last step away from transcending the mundane. What a pity."

Gu Sheng didn't hear the whole thing, because he suddenly knelt down on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He quickly retreated, and only then did the terrifying pressure lessen slightly.

"What the hell."

Gu Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and felt the surging blood and qi within his body.

"This pressure is terrifying."

Situ Qingfeng walked to his side and handed him a blue pill.

"Take this; it will alleviate your injuries."

Gu Sheng took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation. A cool sensation immediately rose from his dantian, soothing the wounds in his body.

"I need your help, Gu Sheng."

Situ Qingfeng looked directly into his eyes.

"Besides the mother's original inheritance, you can choose any other treasures in the hall."

Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow.

“So generous?”

"Those external things are useless to me."

Situ Qingfeng shook his head.

"I only want my mother's legacy."

Gu Sheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked.

"Why me? You could have easily found someone stronger."

Situ Qingfeng gave a bitter smile.

"Because only you can get here. Others can't even enter the secret realm."

Just as the two were talking, a commotion suddenly broke out in the distance, with faint sounds of clashing weapons and shouts.

Situ Qingfeng's expression changed drastically, and he quickly formed a complex hand seal. The space at the entrance of the main hall distorted slightly before returning to calm.

"The formation has been activated, and outsiders will not be able to find this place."

Situ Qingfeng said, but his brows remained furrowed.

Gu Sheng keenly noticed that the distant sounds had not disappeared; on the contrary, they were getting closer and closer.

"Your formation doesn't seem to be working very well."

Gu Sheng said meaningfully.

"This formation was set up by my mother herself. Logically speaking, unless the Venerable One himself arrives, it should be impossible for her to see through it."

Gu Sheng suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be that someone already knew about this place?"

Situ Qingfeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The Great Wilderness Holy Academy! The Lu family has a deep connection with the Holy Academy, and they must have kept records of what happened back then. Damn it, the Holy Academy must have sent a powerful expert to search for my mother's remains!"

The two exchanged a glance and both saw the urgency in each other's eyes.

Without further hesitation, Gu Sheng turned and charged towards the entrance once more. This time, he channeled his full power into his cultivation technique, his body gleaming with a faint bronze sheen, as he withstood the oppressive force and advanced step by step.

With a crisp "crack," a bloody gash appeared on Gu Sheng's right arm.

He gritted his teeth and took three more steps forward, leaving him only five feet from the entrance. But those five feet seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

His legs began to tremble violently, and a screeching sound of bones grinding against each other came from his knees.

"Brother Gu, be careful!"

Situ Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise.

Gu Sheng groaned and was thrown back, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

He managed to steady himself and land, his face already pale.

"No, this pressure is too strong."

Gu Sheng gasped for breath.

"I felt that the intensity of the last few feet was almost ten times that of the previous ones."

Situ Qingfeng looked despairing.

"Do we really have to wait until the Earth Martial Realm or even the Heaven Martial Realm to be able to do it?"

"not necessarily."

Gu Sheng wiped away the bloodstains.

"Your mother didn't set this up to make things difficult for you. Perhaps we just didn't use the right method."

Situ Qingfeng was taken aback upon hearing this, then seemed to be deep in thought.

"My mother valued the continuation of her bloodline most. Could it be..."

He suddenly slit his wrist, letting the blood spill onto the ground. The crimson blood didn't seep into the soil; instead, it strangely floated up, transforming into a thin line that extended towards the entrance.

"Response!"

Gu Sheng's eyes lit up.

However, the bloodline only extended for three feet before stopping abruptly.

Situ Qingfeng's expression turned even uglier.

"Bloodline resonance can only go this far; it's still two zhang short."

Gu Sheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked.

"Does your mother have any special habits or keepsakes?"

Situ Qingfeng took out a broken jade pendant from his bosom.

"This is something my mother always wears."

Before the words were finished, the jade pendant suddenly emitted a faint light. At the same time, the noise in the distance grew closer, and one could vaguely hear someone shouting.

"I've sensed it! It's nearby!"

"That's too late."

Gu Sheng grabbed the jade pendant.

Let's try it together!

The two rushed towards the entrance side by side. Situ Qingfeng, after transforming into a demon, spread his wings, while Gu Sheng fully activated his physical power. The jade pendant's light grew brighter and brighter, and the surrounding pressure actually weakened somewhat.

"They're coming."

Gu Sheng stood in the center of the main hall, his gaze piercing through the heavy stone doors, as if he could see the surging enemies outside.

Situ Qingfeng's expression changed drastically, and he snapped his folding fan shut.

"So fast? We've only just found this place!"

Gu Sheng's lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with coldness.

"The dogs of the Great Wilderness Holy Academy have a nose that's even more sensitive than I imagined."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cacophony of footsteps and the clanging of weapons erupted outside. Then, a chilling voice pierced through the stone wall.

"Break the formation!"

"boom--"

The blinding light tore through the hidden magic array surrounding the main hall, and the stone gate collapsed with a deafening roar amidst the violent tremors.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, hundreds of martial artists surged into the plaza. The leader, dressed in white with a stern face, was none other than Shen Qingyun, the prodigy of the Great Wilderness Holy Academy.

Situ Qingfeng's face turned ashen, and his fingers unconsciously tightened around his folding fan.

"Oh no, there are so many people!"

Gu Sheng remained motionless, his gaze calmly fixed on Shen Qingyun.

"Gu Sheng!"

Shen Qingyun's eyes burned with rage.

"How dare you trick me! You lured me to the Valley of the Lost Dragons, but you came here to plot against this great hall!"

Gu Sheng chuckled softly.

"Senior Brother Shen arrived even faster than I expected. It seems the 'surprise' from Misty Dragon Valley didn't hold you back for long."

Beside Shen Qingyun, a burly man nearly two meters tall stepped out.

His body was bulging with muscles, and a hideous scar ran across his face; he was none other than Zhao Menglong, the leader of the Great Wilderness Alliance.

"Senior Brother Shen, why waste words with this traitor?"

Zhao Menglong's voice was like thunder.

"Let me take his head!"

Shen Qingyun nodded coldly.

"Thank you for your trouble, Alliance Leader Zhao."

Zhao Menglong grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Kid, I've heard you're the number one in the Spirit Martial Realm? Today I'll show you what true power is!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Menglong's body erupted with dazzling blood light, and his aura as a Martial Realm expert pressed down like a mountain.

He formed his palms into claws, with scarlet true energy swirling around his fingertips—his signature move, "Rib Tendon Breaking Hand"!
"Die!"

Zhao Menglong moved with lightning speed, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, his claws aimed straight for Gu Sheng's chest. If this strike landed, it would be enough to tear out a person's ribs!

Situ Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise.

"careful!"

However, Gu Sheng stood motionless, seemingly paralyzed with fear. Zhao Menglong's claws pierced through Gu Sheng's body—but it was merely an afterimage!

"what?"

Zhao Menglong's pupils suddenly contracted.

"too slow."

Gu Sheng's voice came from behind.

Zhao Menglong suddenly turned around, only to see a streak of cyan sword light coming towards him.

Gu Sheng suddenly had a three-foot-long sword in his hand, the tip of which was pointed directly at his heart.

"Seven Killing Swords of the Gale!"

"laugh--"

The sword light pierced Zhao Menglong's chest in an instant. Blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

"what!"

Zhao Menglong roared in pain, relying on the combat instincts of a powerful Earth Martial Realm expert, and at the critical moment, shifted his position away from his heart.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his body was surging with internal energy.

"Little beast, I want you to die!"

Zhao Menglong's speed surged, his figure almost transforming into a blood-red shadow as he pounced on Gu Sheng once more. This time, his claws finally gripped Gu Sheng's shoulder.

"caught you!"

Zhao Menglong grinned maliciously.

But the next second, his smile froze.

Gu Sheng's shoulders were hard, and his five fingers couldn't penetrate even an inch!
"Physical training?"

Zhao Menglong stared at Gu Sheng in shock.

"You're a body cultivator too?!"

Gu Sheng's lips curled into a cold smile.

"It's too late to realize this now."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Sheng grabbed Zhao Menglong's wrist with his other hand, his fingers tightening. Zhao Menglong felt a terrifying force coming at him, and he couldn't break free!

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and cold sweat instantly broke out on Zhao Menglong's forehead.

He struggled frantically, only to find that Gu Sheng's power completely suppressed him.

"Impossible! I've practiced 'Iron Bone Kung Fu' for twenty years, how could you possibly..."

Zhao Menglong's voice was filled with terror.

A cold glint flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes.

"Twenty years? A piece of trash is a piece of trash, no matter how much time it takes, it's still a waste."

"what--!"

Zhao Menglong let out a shrill scream as Gu Sheng twisted his right arm into a pretzel shape, the bone piercing through the flesh, and blood gushing out.

"Senior Brother Shen! Save me!"

Zhao Menglong finally panicked and turned to Shen Qingyun for help.

However, Shen Qingyun merely watched this scene coldly, showing no intention of making a move.

Gu Sheng sneered.

"It seems your master has no intention of saving you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Zhao Menglong's arms with both hands, and his muscles suddenly tensed up.

"no, do not want!"

Zhao Menglong was terrified.

"I surrender! I give up!"

"late."

Gu Sheng suddenly exerted force with both arms—

"Hey!"

With a chilling tearing sound, Zhao Menglong's two arms were ripped off his body! Blood gushed out, and broken bones and muscles were exposed to the air, a horrifying sight.

"what--!"

Zhao Menglong knelt on the ground, letting out a scream that was not human.

His two severed arms were casually tossed aside by Gu Sheng, and blood quickly soaked the ground.

There was dead silence in the square.

The warriors of the Great Wilderness Alliance were all stunned. Their invincible leader had his arms crippled in just a few exchanges!

Situ Qingfeng gasped, his gaze towards Gu Sheng now filled with awe.

"This guy is even more ruthless than the rumors say."

Shen Qingyun's face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with apprehension.

He originally thought that with Zhao Menglong's strength at the Earth Martial Realm, he would be able to crush Gu Sheng, who was suppressed at the Spirit Martial Realm, but he did not expect this outcome.

"waste."

Gu Sheng sneered, and his right fist suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, causing the air to explode wherever the fist passed.

"Remember this in your next life: don't mess with the wrong people."

"boom!"

The fist slammed into Zhao Menglong's face without any fancy moves.

The once mighty head exploded, scattering red and white matter everywhere. The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The entire battlefield fell silent instantly.

Hundreds of martial artists stared wide-eyed, unconscious gasps escaping their throats. The members of the Great Wilderness Alliance were struck dumb, with several elders collapsing to the ground.

"The Alliance Leader is dead?"

A burly man holding a knife spoke in a trembling voice, and his weapon clattered to the ground.

A cold glint flashed in Shen Qingyun's eyes, and he unfolded his folding fan with a "whoosh".

"What's the panic! No matter how strong he is, there are only two of them!"

With a light wave of the fan, three invisible energies sliced ​​the three retreating martial artists in half at the waist.

"He who deserts the battlefield shall die!"

Blood and entrails were spilled all over the ground, and this bloody method immediately quelled the commotion of the crowd.

"Kill them! Kill them to avenge our leader!"

"Let's attack together! Let's wear them down!"

A massive crowd surged in again, surrounding Gu Sheng and his companion amidst flashing swords.

Situ Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and smiled bitterly.

"Brother Gu, it seems we're going to meet our end here today."

Gu Sheng's gaze swept over the tide of enemies, and he said in a deep voice.

"Ten breaths, buy me ten breaths of time."

"Ten breaths?"

Situ Qingfeng grinned as he watched the enemy getting closer and closer.

"It looks tough, but let's give it a try!"

Having said that, he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into his palm. Strangely, the blood congealed in mid-air without dissipating, transforming into crimson runes that seeped into his arms.

"Heavenly Demon Transformation - Unleash!"

Amidst the cracking sounds of bones breaking, Situ Qingfeng's left arm muscles swelled wildly, scale-like patterns appeared on his skin, and his five fingers transformed into ferocious beast claws; his right arm, on the other hand, extended golden wings, each feather gleaming like a sharp blade.

"Come on, you scum!"

Situ Qingfeng charged into the enemy ranks with a wild laugh. With a swipe of his beast claws, he severed the weapons and bodies of three warriors. His golden wings swept across the battlefield, and another group of enemies fell, clutching their bleeding throats.

But there were simply too many enemies. A tall, thin man wielding double hooks seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack from the side, the hooks aimed straight for Situ Qingfeng's back!
"clang!"

At the critical moment, Situ Qingfeng's golden wings returned to defend, blocking the fatal blow. But another burly man wielding a hammer had already leaped high into the air, and a bowl-sized iron hammer, accompanied by a whistling sound, smashed towards his skull.

"Die to me!"

Situ Qingfeng met the attack with the beast's claws.

With a loud "boom," he took the blow head-on, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and Jin Yi seized the opportunity to slash across the throat of the hammer-wielding giant, reaping yet another life.

"The Fifth Breath"

Situ Qingfeng was panting, his beast claws were cracked, and several feathers on his golden wings were broken.

There were more than twenty corpses lying around him, but more enemies were surging in one after another.

Gu Sheng closed his eyes and concentrated, ignoring the shouts of battle around him.

His hand seals grew faster and faster, and tiny golden flames began to appear around him. As the hand seals changed, the flames gradually coalesced into a sword shape, hovering around him.

"What secret technique is he preparing?"

Shen Qingyun frowned, then his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"No! Stop him quickly!"

But it was too late. (End of Chapter)