Chen Feng stood at the top of a building, quietly watching all of this.
When he saw Gu Biao leave, he immediately followed him.
After catching Qianqian's uncle and father,
Chen Feng and Mi Chuan had interrogated them for a long time without getting any answers.
Of course, Chen Feng was asking about the sacrifice of children to the flood dragon.
While Mi Chuan was interrogating them about the method of immortality.
It wasn't until they left the territory of the Immortal Capital and arrived at a desolate, uninhabited suburb
that Chen Feng suddenly accelerated.
Unity of Heaven and Man: Lingbo Microsteps!
His figure left an afterimage in place.
This cultivation method, Shuangshuang had only barely grasped the basics of after practicing up to this day.
Chen Feng just happened to want to test the power of the Unity of Heaven and Man.
Of course.
Even if Shuangshuang hadn't mastered the basics,
he could still rely on his formidable Qilin Body, coupled with the Heavenly Cripple Kick, to catch up to Gu Biao.
This was also his capital for daring to pursue a Martial Sage.
If he couldn't win, he could run.
Nowadays, he had almost no shortcomings.
Whether it was speed, attack, defense, or stamina and endurance, he had reached an extremely high realm.
He could be called an enhanced version of Zhang Bowen.
Chen Feng appeared in front of Gu Biao almost instantly.
Gu Biao, who was sprinting wildly, suddenly saw a figure surpass him.
Then it blocked his path ahead, making his heart jump in shock.
An expert!
Gu Biao abruptly stopped his momentum and quickly placed the two crystal coffins on the ground.
Staring at Chen Feng in front of him, he braced himself for battle.
Although he had just been carrying two crystal coffins and his speed was affected,
he was still a Martial Sage after all.
For the other party to surpass him so quickly, they must also be a powerhouse of the same level.
Gu Biao immediately deployed his martial arts domain, knowing that the other party must have been following him all the way from the Immortal Capital.
Now that they had chosen such an isolated and desolate place,
they definitely came with ill intentions.
The night was dark and the wind was high. Separated by dozens of meters, neither side could see the other clearly.
Chen Feng was the first to speak, asking:
Why does the Gu clan use children to sacrifice to the flood dragon?
Gu Biao narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was also one of the seven people who knew the details of this matter.
Based on Chen Feng's single sentence,
he deduced it.
Chen Feng was neither that Sword Dao Martial Sage nor that Tai Chi expert.
What concerned Gu Biao the most was that
he actually couldn't sense the true vitality and cultivation base of the person opposite him.
He could only feel the vitality pressure of an early-stage Grandmaster.
But Gu Biao could guarantee
that the other party was definitely not a Grandmaster.
It wasn't just because of that terrifying speed.
But what Grandmaster would dare to block the path of a Martial Sage?
However, logically speaking, with the two of them so close,
even if the other party didn't actively circulate their cultivation technique, he should still be able to sense a formidable vitality of the same level.
Who are you? What is your purpose?
Chen Feng said coldly:
That is also what I want to ask you.
What exactly is the purpose of your Gu clan?
You have already occupied Great Xia and are invincible in the world!
Why do you still use children as sacrifices for the flood dragon?
Naturally, Gu Biao would not speak of the Gu clan shooting themselves in the foot.
Once word got out, the Gu clan would be reduced to a joke.
At that time, the faith of the entire clan would also collapse.
He knew that right now, there was only one option: to fight.
If he won, everything would be fine.
If he lost, he might just have to stay here forever.
It was just that he never expected his descendants to end up in such a state.
A phantom of a Vajra Warrior appeared behind Gu Biao.
Mighty Vajra Fist!
Taking a step forward, a fist shadow blasted out like a mountain.
Chen Feng's body sensed the danger.
Qilin scales spontaneously surfaced on his body.
Chen Feng himself also immediately circulated the Indestructible Golden Body.
The Tathagata Palm merged with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, under the enhancement of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique.
He directly clashed head-on with Gu Biao's punch.
Boom!
Amidst the massive booming sound,
Chen Feng was blasted back hundreds of meters by the punch.
It seems the gap between me and a Martial Sage is still a bit too large!
The next moment, he brought his palms together.
A golden martial arts phantom, towering a hundred meters high, rose from the ground.
Two five-clawed golden dragons were even coiled around its arms.
Finally, a golden ancient zither appeared in front of the martial arts phantom.
That punch just now had left Gu Biao extremely shocked.
In the instant they exchanged blows,
he sensed that the vitality and cultivation contained in the opponent's attack were lacking.
It was clearly only at the level of an early-stage Grandmaster.
It was just that the power of the qi was somewhat terrifyingly strong.
He knew the opponent's physical body and strength were definitely extremely formidable.
But upon seeing Chen Feng's martial arts phantom at this moment,
Gu Biao was completely stunned!
This... isn't this that Chen Feng's move?
Could it be that one of his disciples also possesses such strength?
Before Gu Biao could think too much,
the sound of the Seven Severing Zither rang out. The sound waves merged with the sword intent of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, transforming into flying swords.
The sword shadows were also wrapped in the astral qi of the Indestructible Golden Body.
In the blink of an eye, whistling sounds filled the air endlessly.
Densely packed sword shadows, accompanied by the rapid zither music, swept over like a storm.
Gu Biao simply couldn't figure it out.
How could a Grandmaster possess such strength?
He was even more baffled because Chen Feng's disciples shouldn't be this powerful.
However, whether he could figure it out or not,
facing Chen Feng's attack, he dared not be the slightest bit negligent.
His massive martial arts phantom swept out a leg.
Mighty Vajra Leg!
A sweeping kick, crushing everything in its path.
Any sword shadow that came into contact with this kick shattered inch by inch.
The gap between a Martial Sage and a Grandmaster was fully revealed.
Gu Biao didn't have time to rejoice.
The dense sword shadows were like a tide, wave after wave, surge after surge.
Endless and unceasing, they swept over once again.
Gu Biao unleashed both punches and kicks, resisting Chen Feng's attacks.
He never expected that he would end up in a war of attrition with a Grandmaster.
However, Gu Biao was confident that a mere Grandmaster could absolutely never outlast a Martial Sage.
Half an hour later.
Sweat appeared on Gu Biao's forehead.
He had to use all his strength for every counterattack.
The main thing was that he simply couldn't stop.
He didn't even know how many moves he had executed in this half-hour.
Chen Feng, however, felt completely relaxed, maintaining his attack frequency and output.
Compared to climbing the White Tiger Abyss, this little bit of exertion was simply a drop in the bucket.
Eating a bite of snacks every few days to replenish his energy.
Occasionally, there was the extra overtime exertion from Yin Hu.
Every day, he had to constantly bear the super-strong gravity of the White Tiger Abyss.
Just like that, he had gritted his teeth and persevered for over nine years.
At this very moment, his lasting endurance was definitely number one in the human world.
Three hours later.
Gu Biao was drenched in sweat.
He had experienced more intense battles than this.
But he had never experienced such an exhausting battle.
He was relegated entirely to the defensive.
Whenever Gu Biao tried to get close to Chen Feng, the other party would use their abnormal speed to instantly widen the distance.
Right now, in a moment of inattention,
he felt a sharp pain in his fist.
Just like that, a burst of sword qi broke through his martial arts phantom, leaving a bloody gash on the back of his hand.
Gu Biao knew that if the opponent maintained this level of output, he would definitely lose in the end.
Although it was incredibly frustrating to lose to a Grandmaster in such a manner,
he had no way out.
At this moment, his entire person was trapped in the center of a vortex of sword qi.
Another burst of sword qi broke through his defense.
It left a bloody gash on Gu Biao's face.
The wound was so deep that bone could be seen.
If it had been slightly off, it might have slashed his throat.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
