73: Chapter 65 The Murderer Gu Wen (Part 4) 73: Chapter 65 The Murderer Gu Wen (Part 4) The response to his attack was a spear Qi three feet long, and the White Lotus shattered with a sound.
Feng Baizhou spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his body flying backward.
At this mont of life and death, he clenched his teeth and no longer concealed his true strength.
Fourth Level Foundation Establishnt, Fifth Level, Sixth Level!
All of his Fourth Realm great power tilted, and his backward-falling body montarily halted, then he unexpectedly floated in midair, his hair wild in the dance of mana surrounding him.
Boom!
With a flick of his fingers, Feng Baizhou blocked Gu Wen’s strike, a White Lotus illusion appeared, saying, “I don’t know who you are, but rely a Third Level Foundation Establishnt isn’t enough to defeat , even with the military dharma form and the Holy Spirit Form, it’s far from sufficient.”
“I am but a humble person who once reached the ninth place on the Human List.”
Gu Wen paused slighty, feeling the opponent’s Sixth Level Foundation Establishnt cultivation.
Finally interested, he smirked and said, “How do you know it’s not enough?”
The Fla Spear Qi rose ten feet high, the red dragon bowed its head, the dharma form enveloping everything.
In the Immortal Land, only the highest talents prevail.
Could he really kill a Sixth Level with a Third Level Foundation Establishnt?
Feng Baizhou’s White Lotus dharma form unfolded, covering a thousand ters high, pressing down from above.
He had almost exhausted all his ans, except burning his life.
He knew he could not hold back, otherwise, he might indeed die here.
Although the opponent was a genius, he inevitably had a limit.
Above the White Lotus, a red spot appeared, a flash of red light passing through, piercing Feng Baizhou’s body, leaving a fist-sized hole in his chest, perfectly framing the sun above.
“This…
impossible!
How could I be defeated by soone three realms below !”
Feng Baizhou roared near madness, like a trapped beast in its dying throes, his aura surged wildly.
Gu Wen had already soared to the sky, sweeping him down with a spear, then stabbing into the body and smashing down to the ground with force.
Boom!
The ground shook slightly, dust filling the air.
As Feng Baizhou’s consciousness blurred, Gu Wen walked slowly towards him, stepping on his handso face with one foot, dirt sullying it, while gradually pulling out the heavy spear with the other hand.
It was not an insult, just a good leverage.
“Impossible…
you are but Third Level Foundation Establishnt…”
Gu Wen, towering above, spoke with a mix of disdain and as if it were only natural, calmly saying,
“You are nothing but a diocrity.”
Although he had Sixth Level Foundation Establishnt, not one level was fulfilled.
His talent supported him up to the Sixth Level Foundation Establishnt but was insufficient to support even a single fulfilled level.
Therefore, Feng Baizhou was diocre, a diocre prodigy.
Gu Wen, on the other hand, had only Third Level Foundation Establishnt, but one fulfilled level was worth two of his ordinary Foundation Establishnts.
Additionally, his military dharma form was stronger than the White Lotus dharma form, and he had the top Five Elents Spirit Form, which gave him five more Spirit Forms than his opponent, thus making up for the gap of one level of Foundation Establishnt.
In so sense, the two were on an equal footing, and under such circumstances, how could Feng Baizhou possibly win against Gu Wen.
Is this what it ans to beco an Immortal, a diocrity dares to step into it?
Feng Baizhou froze, as if recalling a thousand years ago, when he was a spirited youth, also beaten to the ground in this manner.
That white robe, that cold sword light, that unsurpassed elegance.
His na, Sword Master.
With his last ounce of strength, he erupted into mad laughter: “Hahaha!
How unfair!
How utterly unfair, a thousand years of cultivation, and yet I’m no match for a re servant of yours!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his head was crushed by the hundred-jin heavy spearhead, bones scattering three ters away, with red and white splattered all over the ground.
I gave you a comnt, and you did catch your breath.
Gu Wen turned away, at the end of the street, countless armored soldiers surged forward.
On the street, one man with a spear, the commoners peeking through doors and windows, through the cracks in the alleys, countless eyes watched him.
Gu Wen charged into the midst of the army, a spear thrust skyward, blood scattering under the bright sun.
The road leading to Dragon Bridge was lined with imperial guards, a formidable barrier obstructing his advance.
Qin Mian, as a mber of the imperial guard and staying within Gu Wen’s residence, suddenly stood among them.
He watched as severed limbs and body parts flew through the distance, the intense sll of blood filling his nostrils, they numbly moved forward as if walking towards an inevitable death.
A shadowy figure, profound and demonic, gradually erged into his sight, and the number of his comrades ahead began to dwindle.
That figure was once under his protection, constantly monitored by the order of the royal house, often surreptitiously aiding the common people at Dragon Bridge, and also the person who would greet the guards with cordiality in the early mornings, approachable and generous, Mr.
Wen.
Swords and spears pelted his body, thousands eyed him with fear and anger.
He laughed lightly amidst the slaughter, strolling through puddles of blood.
The forr tranquility was utterly vanished, leaving only an unparalleled might, a courage to face thousands alone!
Everyone in front of Qin Mian had perished, and he stood in the front row.
The long spears of the surrounding soldiers thrust forward, followed by myriad spears shattering their bodies, clearing the area within ten steps.
He did not make a move, simply standing there dumbfounded, and because of that, he survived.
Thump.
Qin Mian slumped to the ground, a voice as tranquil as the early mornings reaching his ear.
“Qin Mian.”
Gu Wen placed a hand on his shoulder, the blood on it quickly staining the armor on his shoulder red.
Facing the guard who once ran errands for him now crossed in arms, he harbored no bla, duty bound, compelled by circumstance.
Understanding the ordinariness of others, accepting their diocrity—a quality he ought to possess.
“Are you alright?”
Qin Mian, looking up, said bitterly, “Mr.
Wen, are you an Immortal?”
Gu Wen nodded slightly, amidst idle conversation his sword qi was refined and his killing intent turned sharp; in an instant, heads fell like fruit.
“Go to Nanshui.
The boat leaves today.”
Before Qin Mian could reply, he was flung away, thrown heavily onto the roof of a wayside shelter, then crashing into a pile of baskets.
Struggling to his feet, he heard Gu Wen’s voice from afar.
“The one killing you…”
Gu Wen, standing tall with his spear among the corpses,
“Gu Wen, a commoner without a surna, rember that well on your journey to the Yellow Springs!”
Without a na known in the world of the living, the one killing today was Gu Wen, and only he, Gu Wen, dared kill.
He could have bypassed the imperial guard, but he chose to kill his way through, forging a path through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Eventually, with less than a third of the imperial guard dead or wounded, they began to flee.
Gu Wen did not pursue those who escaped; dragging the body of Daqian’s second-in-command, he headed towards Dragon Bridge.
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Atop Dragon Bridge, the ceremonial procession unfurled from both sides.
On the left and right, ranked the armored guards, the bearers of the yellow standards and spears, and the cavalry guard—all positioned according to rank.
At the forefront, Zhao Feng rode a white horse, clad in a python robe, bearing the dignified aura of the royal family, his head held high and chest puffed out.
He had fully recovered and through dicinal pills reached the Second Level of Foundation Establishnt, almost a leap to the heavens.
His previously strict father, the Emperor, suddenly allowed him substantial usage of pills that could accelerate his cultivation and even actively helped him concoct a pill even better than the Condensing Dao Pill.
Now he did not only repair his foundation but also reached the Second Level of Foundation Establishnt in one step.
From the lavishly decorated jade buildings on both sides of Dragon Bridge, thanks to his foundation, he could sense countless gazes converging on him, filled with scrutiny.
These were representatives from the major Immortal Sects, who had gathered in Bianjing during this ti, as well as a group of treacherous officials and rebels, plaguing the Zhao family’s realm.
As Zhao Feng passed Qianfeng Tower, he tightened the silk and jade reins, and the white horse, along with the entire procession, ca to a halt.
He looked up towards the highest point of Dragon Bridge and said, “I have heard the Fox Fairy resides here, may I have the honor of eting her?”
The surrounding crowd fell silent, the representatives of the Immortal Sects had not expected Zhao Feng to dare to provoke Lu Chan directly, the Mirror Fox Fairy from the Earth Rankings’ sixth position.
Even though she had recently been overtaken by a prodigy nad Red Dust and fallen to sixth, it wasn’t due to weakness on Lu Chan’s part; she simply stepped down a rank, pressing the ninety-three below her even further down, with the unlucky ones even falling off the list.
But that person nad Red Dust was too powerful; even Zhao Feng hadn’t the caliber to challenge Lu Chan.
Yet, on second thought, this was Bianjing, and his father was the Lord Emperor; indeed, he could afford to be a bit arrogant.
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