Supreme Sword Exalt-Chapter 104 - Our God Descends, Slaughter All of You

Not far away, Murong Yan shouted anxiously, “Old Ancestor, hurry up and let me go!”

Murong Yuan was silent for a moment, then released her. With Gu Tian wreaking havoc, restraining her had already lost most of its meaning. He concentrated on the battlefield.

Murong Yan strode forward, covering the distance of over a hundred zhang in just three steps to reach Gu Han’s side. "Brother Gu, are you alright?”

Seeing her large palm approaching, Gu Han’s expression changed dramatically. “Nooo!”

Fortunately, Shen Xuan was more meticulous and hurried over. “Junior Sister, you don’t know your own strength! Brother Gu can’t withstand your rough handling!”

Murong Yan sheepishly withdrew her hand, then took out a storage ring instead. “Here! The pills inside are all treasures collected by Old Ancestor. Quick, eat them all! If it’s still not enough, I’ll go back and steal—ahem, get more!”

Hearing that, the corner of Murong Yuan’s mouth twitched fiercely. This damn girl! I’ll settle with her later!

Behind him, Murong Chuan really wanted to laugh, but forced himself to hold it in.

Murong Yuan glanced at him. “What? Do you think I’m heartless?”

“N-no, not at all!”

Murong Yuan sighed. “Ah... You don’t understand. This matter is not as simple as you think.”

His gaze shifted and fell upon the battlefield once more. Zheng Ning had been completely suppressed by Gu Tian, almost incapable of putting up any further resistance.

Boom!

As his aura rose without end, Gu Tian appeared maddened like a demon. He punched Zheng Ning, sending him staggering back.

Boom!

Another punch made him vomit blood incessantly.

Boom!

The attack didn’t stop. Unable to withstand such a fierce assault, he heavily crashed down, smashing out a deep pit dozens of zhang wide. Dozens of cracks spread out from the pit, extending into the distance.

“Cough, cough...”

Zheng Ning vomited large mouthfuls of blood, both shocked and furious. Gu Tian was too strong. Even though Gu Tian had just undergone the heavenly tribulation and was seriously injured, he still completely overpowered Zheng Ning!

Meanwhile, a strong sense of satisfaction swelled in everyone’s heart because of Zheng Ning’s miserable state. Especially Murong Yan, who raised her Purple Golden Hammer high, wishing she could personally join the fray and give Zheng Ning a couple of whacks. “Good! Hit him good! Beat him to death!”

In contrast, Murong Yuan grew more worried the more severely Zheng Ning was injured.

Of course, Gu Tian wouldn’t care what anyone thought, as he only wanted to slaughter Zheng Ning. “Kill!"

Boom!

Driven by killing intent, his demonic flames surged up again. He swung his massive hand at Zheng Ning, demonic qi spilling from it without end.

Zheng Ning couldn’t hold back any longer. He’d die at this rate. “Supreme Elder, hurry up and take action! Are you just going to keep watching the show over there? This demon’s origins are unknown. Keeping him will surely be a calamity!”

Everyone’s hearts sank as they instinctively looked at Murong Yuan.

Murong Yan’s eyes widened. “Old Ancestor, don’t you dare be foolish! It’s one thing if you don’t save Brother Gu, but if you also attack his father, then I’ll defect from the Murong family and never come back even if I die!”

Murong Yuan’s face darkened. “Brat, what nonsense are you spouting?!”

In fact, he never intended to attack Gu Tian. Although Gu Tian seemed like a great demon incarnate, he believed that someone who could raise a son like Gu Han was definitely not some vile, evil person. Of course, he also didn’t want Zheng Ning to be cornered into desperate measures.

After a moment of contemplation, he cupped his fists towards Gu Tian. “Friend, could you temporarily stop and hear me out?”

Gu Tian, who had just arrived in front of Zheng Ning, hesitated.

Murong Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Good. He’s someone who can listen to reason. “This person—”

Boom!

His words were abruptly cut off by a loud crash. Gu Tian had already smashed heavily onto Zheng Ning, rattling his senses and making him vomit blood again.

“Kill!”

Such was his icy reply to Murong Yuan.

Murong Yuan frowned. “Friend, let’s talk this through properly!”

Thud!

Another punch landed on Zheng Ning.

“You’re being somewhat unreasonable now!”

Thud!

Another punch.

A flash of anger crossed Murong Yuan’s face. “Why won’t you listen to advice!”

Thud!

Thud!

With every sentence he spoke, Gu Tian delivered another punch. In a short moment, Zheng Ning had taken over ten punches. He was already taking in little air and letting out less, his life wringed out.

Everyone stared oddly at Murong Yuan, who seemed indignant but made no attempt to step in. Could he be doing it on purpose?

Murong Yan excitedly raised her hammer. “Old Ancestor, hurry! Say a few more things! He’s almost dead!”

Gu Han also added to the chaos. “Senior, my father is a reasonable man. He simply values his face. If you say a few more words, he’ll have a way to step down, and this can end.”

Murong Yuan was speechless. As if Gu Tian had listened to a word he said from the beginning!

Zheng Ning felt grief-stricken and roared furiously, "Murong Yuan, you went too far!!”

Murong Yuan had a headache. He really wasn’t doing it on purpose. He really wanted Gu Tian to stop.

Zheng Ning’s face was already twisted beyond recognition. “If you’re trying to kill me, in your dreams!”

Thump!

Thump!

A series of clearly audible heartbeats reached everyone’s ears, growing louder and louder. And it seemed to possess a certain magic, making everyone’s own hearts beat in sync.

Bang!

A loud crash sounded, and Gu Tian was sent flying from inside the deep pit.

God knew where Zheng Ning had found the strength. He stood up unsteadily, his face full of venomous hatred. “Have you humiliated me enough?!”

Murong Yuan frowned deeply. “Zheng Ning, don’t be impulsive, let me try to persuade him again!”

“Persuade your fucking ass!” As a respected seat elder of the Yuqing Sect, Zheng Ning said the first vulgarity of his life. “All of you must die. Everyone has to die for me!”

His eyes were bloodshot, nearly losing all reason. Strands of blood-red mist emanated from him, a few times finer than hair and almost invisible, growing thicker and denser.

“When our God descends, slaughter all of you!” he suddenly said incoherently, for no apparent reason.

Murong Yuan’s expression changed dramatically. “Damn it!”

Boom!

An aura far surpassing Gu Tian’s erupted from Murong Yuan. His large hand stretched out, aiming to suppress Zheng Ning on the spot.

However, it was too late. Zheng Ning was enveloped by endless blood mist, and both his eyes had completely turned white.

Even though he was hit squarely by Murong Yuan’s attack, he was unscathed. Even more bizarrely, four bulges sprouted on his back, wriggling as if something was trying to break free.

A strange laughter resounded.

Zheng Ning slowly raised his head, revealing a vividly blood-red vertical eye between his eyebrows.