Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

The sky trembled, and the shadow of the towering gate, hundreds of feet high, scattered like a surging torrent, eventually connecting and converging on Elder Wei's body.

"Awesome!"

Old Wei's face contorted in a grimace, his body suddenly swelled up, veins bulged, his blood and qi surged, and his physical strength erupted in full force at that moment.

"Boom!"

A raging fire, fueled by blood and qi, suddenly ignited on the gate representing the Purple Mansion. In an instant, flames soared into the sky, resulting in an even more extreme surge of physical power into Elder Wei's body.

"Since you're here, then stay here. Today, even if I perish and my cultivation vanishes, you will not be able to break into the Myriad Manifestations Sect!"

With a low roar, Old Wei's body, which had expanded by more than one size, trembled. With a stomp of his foot, the space rippled open layer by layer, and waves of energy surged. A torrent of blood and qi rose from Old Wei's body, reaching the sky, making him look like a god!

"That old guy, he was holding back this trick?!"

Hailong Zhenjun cursed angrily, looked at the imposing Wei Lao with a slight purse on his lips and a solemn gaze. As he retreated, he exchanged a glance with Tianlong Zhenjun and nodded.

"Be careful. This old guy is recklessly using his Qi and Blood Gate. He won't be able to hold on for long; it will eventually run out, and that will be when he's at his weakest!"

Tianlong Zhenjun gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with cold light. Sensing Wei Laolingtian's imposing aura, a bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"You little brats, you think you can stop me?"

With a low roar, Elder Wei unleashed the full power of the Purple Mansion Gate, then stomped forward once more, his body transforming into a breathtaking rainbow, as if carrying the heavens on his back, and crashed fiercely into the two of them.

"Old man, your time has passed! Why struggle on?"

Hailong Zhenjun lowered his brows, pondered for a moment, then pointed his finger toward the sky. He then gently pressed it against Elder Wei, and a huge, illusory finger pointed toward the heavens, toward Elder Wei.

"Mysterious Heaven Finger!"

True Monarch Tianlong exhaled and looked solemnly at Elder Wei. He pressed his right hand into the void, and in an instant, a phantom azure-yellow heavenly sword spanned a hundred feet across the sky, unleashing endless sword energy, and slashed fiercely at Elder Wei!

Sword energy surged like a torrent, leaving streaks across the void that trembled. Fingers pierced the air, and the Heavenly Sword soared into the sky, unleashing boundless power to suppress all directions. Old Wei's body moved like lightning, appearing small yet impossible to ignore. He allowed the Heavenly Sword and fingers to descend, and simply threw a punch!

Click, click, click...

The fist whirled like a whirlwind, instantly shattering the Heavenly Sword and breaking the Heavenly Finger. Old Wei's body moved like lightning, completely ignoring the two men's supernatural abilities.

In an instant, he was close to Hailong Zhenjun and unleashed another punch.

"Break, Heaven!"

Old Master Wei remained calm, his lips twitching slightly as he uttered two words. As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if his words became law, causing the Dao principles to permeate the air.

Thus, this punch gathered all of Elder Wei's physical strength, causing his Purple Mansion Gate to tilt, and a continuous stream of Qi and blood transformed into rivers and seas, flowing through Elder Wei's limbs and bones. The space beneath the fist also shattered, and immeasurable power surged wildly into this punch from the surrounding void, enhancing it.

It was so fast that even afterimages were invisible; all that could be seen was a dark curve that stretched towards True Lord Hailong and then pierced him through!

With a thunderous roar, True Monarch Hailong's body shrank like a shrimp. As he delivered a powerful punch, his expression changed drastically, his face contorted in pain, and mouthfuls of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His body was sent flying straight towards the mountain by the force of the punch!

Boom!

The mountains collapsed, and the enormous impact created a huge crater. Soil and rocks fell, and dust and mist rose, revealing the disheveled and pitiful Hailong Zhenjun within.

Under this terrifying punch, a clear crater appeared in his abdomen, blood flowing incessantly, and strips of bright red intestines fell out, making it look extremely ferocious and horrifying.

"Cough cough cough..."

Hailong Zhenjun coughed with difficulty, shook his head, and glanced down at the piercing wound in his abdomen. Intense pain kept attacking his mind, and his aura weakened considerably.

The power of one punch is so terrifying!

As for striking while the iron is hot, how could Elder Wei not understand this principle? He threw a punch without hesitation, his body swayed, and he stepped into the void. In an instant, he moved again and threw another punch at True Monarch Hailong!

"Crack, the earth!"

The earth trembled, cracks spread for miles, trees collapsed, and streams of fire erupted. The flames above the gate of the Purple Mansion suddenly blazed, reflecting the still-age figure, who seemed like a god of blood and energy, his physical body reaching the heavens. With a single punch, the sky collapsed, the earth caved in, and space shattered!

"Heavenly Dragon! Help me!"

Hailong Zhenjun was terrified. He struggled to his feet, looked at Wei Lao's figure, and cried out in panic.

Tianlong Zhenjun frowned, and just as he was about to move, the Illusionary Dragon and the Black Wind Spirit Dragon, like leeches clinging to his bones, desperately tried to stop him.

The Azure Water Dragon roared, and the Five Elements Divine Birds unleashed boundless divine light. Just as they were about to block Elder Wei, the Xuanhuang Spirit Turtle and the Azure-Eyed Sacred Serpent flashed and instantly entangled him.

"No, no!"

With a hoarse voice, True Monarch Hailong felt a violent life-or-death crisis explode in his mind. Old Wei's fist grew larger and larger in front of him, and when it slammed down, the mountains and rivers trembled and the earth roared.

All supernatural powers were annihilated by this earth-shattering punch, rendered futile. With the arrival of the punch, the power of annihilation erupted, and the terror in the eyes of True Monarch Hailong was frozen in place before it could fade.

The next moment, his entire body crumbled into dust, blood splattering everywhere.

"Sea Dragon!"

Tianlong Zhenjun was filled with grief, his teeth clenched as if about to crack. With a tremor, he shoved away the Illusionary Dragon and the Black Wind Spirit Dragon, staring intently at Elder Wei with bloodshot eyes and a look of utter shock.

"Now, three of the four elders of your Spirit Dragon Sect are dead, leaving you all alone. Don't you feel lonely? Don't worry, I'll let you go and keep them company in a bit."

Old Wei spoke calmly, his tone tinged with sarcasm, as he quietly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled coldly.

The Linglong Sect and the Four Elders of Linglong naturally refer to Xuanlong, Hailong, Tianlong, and Huanlong. Xuanlong died at the hands of Zhu Zhengping, while Huanlong died at the hands of Yu Changsheng. Following them, Hailong also passed away.

In the blink of an eye, three of the four elders of the Spirit Dragon Sect had been killed. This was a huge blow to the entire Spirit Dragon Sect. For a moment, the world fell silent. Even in the midst of war, helpless gazes lingered on this scene.

At that very moment, a clear whistle suddenly came from afar.

"The Phantom Dragon has fallen, the Sea Dragon has perished. Since we're here, let's all stay here."

"Anyone who offends my Myriad Manifestations Sect shall be killed without exception!"

Before the person was seen, their voice was heard. Along with the voice came a round head, which was casually tossed over and placed in the middle of the battlefield, attracting countless eyes.

This head, with its eyes wide open in anger and radiating heat, contained immense terror and resentment; it was none other than the True Lord of Illusionary Dragon.

For a moment, the world fell silent.

The body of the Illusionary Dragon True Monarch was almost completely obliterated within the Water Kingdom. Only his head was specially preserved by Yu Changsheng. The purpose was to shock people's hearts and suppress the enemy while boosting our morale at this moment.

Just as everyone was shaken, a long rainbow, carrying unparalleled momentum, suddenly burst out from the Cloud Mist Mountains and joined the battlefield.

"Yu Changsheng of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, come and fight!"

His voice was like a great bell, deep and resonant, and his body was tall and straight, like a towering tree. His long blue and white robes fluttered in the wind, and a few strands of black hair swayed on his forehead. His eyebrows were like the skin of a dragon, his nose was high and straight, his thin lips were like blood, and his face was angular. While not exactly devilish, his appearance was certainly handsome.

His aura, though only at the Golden Core stage, was as imposing as a mountain, giving people a sense of solidity. His appearance immediately drew the attention of all the cultivators, causing a group of people to shrink their gazes.

For a moment, everyone, whether in the Purple Mansion or Golden Core stage, was breathing rapidly, especially those from the Spirit Dragon Sect and the Yang family's undercurrents, whose minds were shaken.

"The master and disciple, one annihilated the Sea Dragon, the other killed the Illusion Dragon... This battle..."

"The Illusionary Dragon True Monarch has truly died at the hands of Yu Changsheng..."

"How did he do that? How is that possible... A Golden Core cultivator, overturning the Purple Mansion?!"

"This child is incredibly talented; could he be another Cao Jinxian from back then?"

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In Wuzhou, the Nascent Soul stage is rare, and the Purple Palace is the most revered.

And at this moment, these two top figures truly died at the hands of Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei.

In war, no one is immune to death, but the deaths of these two were completely unexpected. The shockwaves from the fall of the Purple Mansion spread throughout the entire Myriad Manifestations Sect without any hindrance, and with the spiritual energy flowing back to nourish them, everyone was stunned.

Countless breaths were drawn out. Apart from those in the Purple Mansion realm, the remaining participants in this battle were the peak masters of the Spirit Dragon Sect, all of whom were at the peak of the Golden Core realm. In their dazed state, their eyes flickered as they looked at Yu Changsheng, filled with a complex mix of fear and apprehension.

Old Wei killing True Monarch Hailong surprised them, but it wasn't unacceptable; it was somewhat expected. However, Yu Changsheng, a Golden Core cultivator... killing True Monarch Zifu in one fell swoop—such combat power shocked them.

They knew that even after years of cultivating their Golden Core, encountering the Illusionary Dragon True Monarch would be certain death for them. Even if he was severely injured, killing them would be a piece of cake.

The difference between cultivation levels becomes increasingly vast as one progresses, and the gap between the Golden Core and Purple Mansion realms is an insurmountable chasm.

Regardless of the means Yu Changsheng used, the fact remains that he genuinely killed Huanlong, a Purple Mansion True Monarch, despite being only a Golden Core cultivator. Normally, they would scoff at such a thing, but now that it was right before their eyes, the shock it brought them was beyond measure.

"This kid has truly matured..."

The thought flashed through everyone's minds. Thus, while the peak masters of the Spirit Dragon Sect were timid, the people of the Myriad Manifestations Sect were excited, their faces solemn.

"That kid... he actually did it."

A glint flashed in Wei Lao's eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips. Suppressing the shock in his mind, he looked at Tianlong Zhenren, and with a sway of his body, his attacks became even more fierce and unrestrained.

Among the three—Illusion Dragon, Sea Dragon, and Heavenly Dragon—Illusion Dragon possessed the highest cultivation level, and the three of them also coordinated their attacks, making them extremely difficult to deal with. Now that Illusion Dragon and Sea Dragon had perished, Elder Wei's last trace of concern disappeared, and his momentum soared even higher.

In contrast to Elder Wei, the attackers were all shaken, their attacks becoming more chaotic and their faces grim with disbelief.

"Good lad, Heaven blesses my Myriad Manifestations Sect! Since my Myriad Manifestations Sect is not destined to perish, then you shall all be annihilated!"

Ruan Hao laughed loudly and slashed down with his sword, knocking Elder Anliu back. His momentum was like a rainbow, and his towering sword energy filled the void, covering it layer by layer, and stabbed towards Elder Anliu.

"Damn it, Hailong is one thing, but Huanlong, that piece of trash, can't even handle a Golden Core cultivator. Yu Changsheng..."

Elder Anliu's eyes were dark, and his face was extremely gloomy. He looked at Ruan Hao, whose momentum was rising and whose swordsmanship was becoming more and more fierce, and his mood was uncertain.

He could only parry Ruan Hao's attacks while feeling a headache coming on. His cultivation level was already somewhat inferior to Ruan Hao's, and his combat strength was even weaker. He wouldn't have any problems in the short term, but in the long run, defeat was only a matter of time.

Originally, they planned to stall until the three Purple Mansion True Monarchs of the Spirit Dragon Sect killed Elder Wei. Then, the remaining Ruan Hao and Yuan Menghua would be like turtles in a jar, easily dealt with.

But now, although Yuan Menghua has lost her fighting power, Yang Ninghong has also perished, and Huanlong and Hailong are also dead. Relying solely on Hailong, even self-preservation has become a problem, let alone freeing up his hands to help.

It can be said that the fall of the Phantom Dragon was a severe blow to them, but it was also the key to turning the tide. In an instant, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

"Five Purple Mansion Realm experts... This should have been a sure thing, but now three of them have perished. Such an unexpected turn of events..."

"No, if this continues, I might be stuck here. This place is not safe to stay any longer. My life is the most important thing. As for revenge, we can talk about that next time."

Upon realizing this, Elder Anliu turned his head and exchanged a glance with True Monarch Tianlong. Their eyes flashed, and they understood each other's thoughts.

On Tianlong Zhenjun's side, he was also struggling alone. The fall of Yuan Huanlong and Hailong had greatly increased his pressure, and the moment Yu Changsheng appeared, he had already considered retreating.

"The outcome of this battle is already decided. Since that's the case, let's see what happens another day."

The successive deaths of Zifu cultivators have already made this attempt to destroy the sect a joke. The duels between the remaining Golden Core cultivators and the peak masters and elders will not affect the course of this battle.

"I'll let you off this time, Yu Changsheng, but I'll remember you. If you come again, I'll kill you!"

Elder Anliu sneered, and as soon as he finished speaking, his body exploded into a cloud of red mist, sweeping towards the sky.

Tianlong Zhenjun slapped his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His speed suddenly exploded, transforming into a blue rainbow that sped away like a dragon.

At this moment, both Purple Mansion True Lords chose to flee in panic!

"The ancestors and the others..."

"Are you just going to abandon us?"

Below, the Golden Core cultivators were stunned, their faces ashen. The consecutive deaths of three Purple Mansion cultivators had already made them uneasy, and now that the remaining two pillars of the sect had also fled, they had even less will to fight. One side's morale was low, while the other side's momentum was unstoppable. (End of this chapter)