Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start-Chapter 401 - 310: Turning into an ethereal dragon, combat power surges_2

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"Moreover, everyone in the world must die one day, sooner or later. I’m merely escorting them part of the way; why fuss over it?"

Gu Chen’s expression was cold as he said, "Have you ever thought that you too will die?"

Mo Lei nodded and spoke softly, "Naturally, no one is immortal. I am no exception. However, I won’t die at your hands. My journey in martial arts won’t end here. Regrettably, today I might have to take harsh actions and be responsible for crushing a budding genius."

Just as his words ended, Mo Lei made his move, but it was not directed at Gu Chen; instead, he targeted the other warriors present.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Gu Chen’s figure flashed, arriving right in front of Mo Lei, his fist smashing down from above.

Mo Lei’s pupils shrank; he seemed taken aback by Gu Chen’s speed. He extended a palm and held it out in front of him.

Thud!

A muffled sound echoed, the void trembled slightly, and ripples spread out like waves, layer upon layer. At the same time, within a thirty-foot radius around the two, everything was instantly blasted into powder.

Witnessing how effortlessly Mo Lei blocked his punch, Gu Chen’s eyes narrowed. It was only upon clashing with him that he truly felt Mo Lei’s strength.

Or, to be precise, the strength of a martial arts grandmaster in the later stages of the Hundred Orifices Stage, who had unlocked sixty acupoints.

"Somewhat extraordinary," Gu Chen said.

Mo Lei’s demeanor was calm, and he nodded slightly. His whole attitude was very much like an elder instructing a junior.

Immediately after, Mo Lei’s other arm shot out swiftly, extending a finger wrapped in strands of electric sparks that crackled and popped.

The warriors who had seen Gu Chen and Mo Lei clashing took the opportunity to flee in panic.

These people weren’t foolish; they had perceived Mo Lei’s killing intent. If not now, when else would they escape?

Mo Lei frowned slightly but didn’t pay them any mind as the Spirit Gathering Flower in Gu Chen’s possession was what mattered most.

It was his primary objective.

Crackle!

Electricity sparkled at the tip of Mo Lei’s finger as he aimed for Gu Chen’s throat. The dispersing electrical light hadn’t touched Gu Chen’s body yet, but Gu Chen was already feeling a tingling numbness.

Hum!

Just then, a point of golden light bloomed from Gu Chen’s forehead and spread across his body. Cloaked in the golden glow, Gu Chen seemed oblivious to Mo Lei’s attack and countered with a direct punch aimed at Mo Lei’s head.

Boom!

Suddenly, the sound of thunder echoed. Mo Lei’s pupils constricted. At the critical moment, he stepped back mildly, fast as lightning, narrowly evading Gu Chen’s punch.

Gu Chen found Mo Lei troublesome and didn’t want to continue the stalemate. With a thought, he attempted to communicate with the gauntlet embedded deep within the flesh of his left palm, hoping to strike his enemy down with one blow and swiftly leave the place.

However, it was uncertain if the gauntlet in his flesh disdained the blood and soul of Mo Lei, a martial artist in the later stages of the Hundred Orifices Stage. This time, it did not respond to Gu Chen’s call.

"Indeed, only oneself is the most reliable support. External forces will ultimately fail you," Gu Chen thought calmly, not discouraged by the gauntlet’s lack of support.

For, as he had said, external forces were always just that: external. Gu Chen had always been clear on that fact—the strength of one’s own self was the most critical aspect.

"What a rare divine weapon," Mo Lei murmured, his gaze shifting as he noticed the Blood Shadow Sword hanging at Gu Chen’s waist, sighing lightly.

Divine weapons were rare, and even someone like Mo Lei found them hard to possess. Although the Arsenal occasionally sold lower-grade divine weapons, with his financial resources or rather the status of the Ben Lei Sect, he couldn’t afford even the lower-grade ones.

Therefore, until this moment, Mo Lei had not possessed a decent weapon.

But he thought that after seizing the Blood Shadow Sword, he could trade it with the Arsenal for a weapon he desired.

As for whether the Arsenal would refrain from doing so upon learning that the weapon belonged to Gu Chen, that was obviously not a concern. After all, standing behind the Arsenal were the six great holy lands; there was no business they dared not undertake in the world.

"Blood Shadow!"

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At that moment, accompanied by Gu Chen’s call, the long-silent Blood Shadow Sword suddenly unsheathed. Its blade flickered with crimson light as it slashed through the air toward Mo Lei.

"Well, let’s use today’s opportunity to see, just how powerful my true combat strength is!"

Gu Chen’s resolve was firm; golden light surged all around him, blood Qi as red as drops of blood poured out from the pores all over his body, immediately making the air pressure become heavy.

"What a formidable body, clearly not at the Hundred Orifices Stage, not having unlocked his potential, how could he have reached this step?" Mo Lei didn’t understand, clearly unaware that Gu Chen had undergone blood replacement ten times, reaching the ultimate condition of transformation.

"Kill!"

With a light shout from Gu Chen, he clenched his fist and charged forward. Eight azure dragons rose from behind his back, attacking Mo Lei.

While fending off attacks from Gu Chen and the Blood Shadow Sword, Mo Lei said in a deep voice, "Marquis of Wu An, do you know why the sect I established is called Ben Lei Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Chen couldn’t help but frown.

In the next instant, Mo Lei shouted loudly, "Thunderbolt Palm!"

With a bang, Mo Lei thrust out a palm so swiftly it flashed with lightning, truly like a thunderbolt; even with Gu Chen’s eyesight, he only saw a flicker of light, and Mo Lei’s palm had already struck him.

Clang!

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An extremely crisp sound of metal against metal was heard, humming and resonating, the sonic waves vibrated through the void, causing the nearby boulders to shatter into pieces.

Gu Chen’s chest pained, and uncontrollably, his body staggered several steps backward as he felt a numb sensation all over.

Seeing that Gu Chen had taken one of his palms and had not vomited blood, Mo Lei’s expression changed.

"What kind of defense is this?" he frowned.

"Kill!"

Gu Chen’s eyes blazed, he attacked up close again. This time, while the eight azure dragons danced wildly, he also used the Mountain and Sea Fist. The power of the fist was startling, and with each punch, a crack appeared in the ground.

"Die!"

As the two continuously battled, Mo Lei also became truly enraged. He couldn’t believe that, as a martial arts master in the later stages of the Hundred Orifices Stage, having opened sixty orifices in his body, he couldn’t defeat Gu Chen, a junior.

Keep in mind, he was a full eighteen years older than Gu Chen.

Boom boom boom!

A great battle unfolded between the two, trading blows at close quarters, the clanging of metal ceaseless. Mo Lei, lacking the defense of the Earthly Martial Skill Pure Yang Vajra Body that Gu Chen possessed, was the first to be injured.

"Ah—"

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At that moment, Mo Lei let out a roar, executing eighteen successive Thunderbolt Palms, each faster and more ferocious than the last, the brilliance of lightning reaching a blinding peak.

At that moment, Gu Chen’s blood Qi boiled like magma. With a long howl, the Great Sun Divine Gang, which had been accumulating in his body for a thousand and thirty years, surged out, and he also used the Sublime Void Dragon Transformation!

Rumbling!

At that moment, rocks shattered, waves surged against the shore, whether in terms of cultivation, physical strength, or speed, Gu Chen’s power soared!

In an instant, the deadlock between the two was broken. The Great Sun Divine Gang, accumulated in Gu Chen’s body for a thousand and thirty years, flowed into the Blood Shadow Sword suspended in mid-air. The sword glinted, and the master-level sword intent contained within burst forth.

A massive, seven to eight zhang long crimson sword beam slashed across the sky, chopping down directly at Mo Lei’s head.

At the same time, the eight azure dragons rising from Gu Chen’s back, along with his fist seals, also saw their power greatly enhance, radiant with light.

"Puff!"

The Blood Shadow Sword breached Mo Lei’s defense, and Gu Chen’s punch sent him flying sideways through the air.

Swish!

Before Mo Lei could land, Gu Chen, moving like a shadow, appeared behind him, reaching out to grab both of Mo Lei’s arms and then tore them apart with brute force.

With a sickening tear, Mo Lei was ripped in half on the spot by Gu Chen, a gruesome rain of blood and organs scattering across the ground, an extremely shocking sight to behold!