71: Chapter 71 Sword Body VS Divine Bone, A Clash of Titans!

"Boom—!"

Under Gu Changsheng's fist, the metal Dragon shattered inch by inch.

That fist, wreathed in Chaos Qi, was unreasonably hard. It punched straight through the Dragon's head, its momentum undiminished, and continued to crush its way along the Dragon's spine.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank to pinpricks.

His move, "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Origin," borrowed the geographical advantage of the Sword Burial Pool and had enough power to slay an expert who had just entered the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, yet it had been smashed to pieces by a single punch?

"Flashy and useless."

Gu Changsheng stepped on the Void Realm, approaching the dark gold reef step by step.

"Is this pile of scrap metal all you have to greet your guest?"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang's face twitched. The humiliation of being looked down upon made his Dao Heart tremble.

He was an Innate Holy Sword Physique, the future of the Zifu Sword Pavilion. When had he ever been treated like a performing monkey?

"Gu Changsheng! Stop being so arrogant!"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang backhanded the bronze sword case on his back.

"Hum!"

The sword case opened, but instead of flying out any Sharp Weapon, a mass of purple lightning slurry emerged.

The lightning slurry danced wildly in his palm, then transformed into a longsword flowing with electric arcs.

This was the lightning Sword Intent driven by the Zifu Sword Pavilion's supreme secret manual—the Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword Manual.

"Nine Tribulations Sword Technique!"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang's figure vanished.

Only a purple afterimage and a pungent smell of burning remained in the air.

"First Tribulation, Mountain Breaker!"

The purple sword light was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, striking down at his head.

Gu Changsheng didn't even raise an eyelid. Just as the sword tip was about to touch the top of his head, he simply tilted his body slightly.

"Zzzzt!"

The Sword Qi brushed past his dark robes and landed in the molten iron lake below.

The lake water was split into a chasm a hundred zhang deep, unable to heal for a long time.

"Second Tribulation, Flow Breaker!"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang changed moves extremely quickly. He flipped his wrist, and the lightning Sword Qi swept horizontally, cutting straight at Gu Changsheng's throat.

This sword strike was fast to the extreme; it even cut a thin black crack into the space itself.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound like a great bell rang out.

Gu Changsheng did not dodge.

He raised his palm, which was covered in a pale golden halo, and grabbed the lightning-filled blade directly.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The violent lightning spread crazily along Gu Changsheng's arm, wanting to drill into his Meridians and shatter his flesh and blood.

But the moment those lightning bolts touched his skin, they were like mud oxen entering the sea, not even causing a ripple.

The Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Art gave him boundless Qi and blood, not to mention he also had the Taixu Chaos Divine Bone protecting his body.

This bit of lightning was too weak even for scratching an itch.

Gu Changsheng held the lightning blade, looked at it closely, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Is that it?"

Two words.

Little damage, extreme insult.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang's eyes were about to pop out.

Catching Lightning Tribulation Sword Qi with bare hands?

Is he even human?

Even a savage Yao Beast specializing in Physical Body cultivation would have its skin torn and flesh mangled after taking this sword strike. How come Gu Changsheng didn't even have his skin broken?

"I don't believe it!"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang roared and violently pulled back his longsword.

Because of the excessive force, the blade rubbed against Gu Changsheng's palm, creating a string of dazzling sparks.

"Third Tribulation, Star Shatterer!"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang had completely lost his mind.

Fine beads of blood sprayed from every pore on his body. He was enveloped in purple lightning, and the lightning longsword in his hand swelled to ten zhang, beginning a storm-like assault of hacking and slashing against Gu Changsheng.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang—!"

The dense sound of collisions was like a hundred blacksmiths forging iron at the same time.

Gu Changsheng stood where he was, not even fully activating his protective True Qi.

He occasionally raised his hand to block, but most of the time he used his body to take the hits head-on.

With every impact, a stream of dark golden light would flash across his dark robes, deflecting all the Sword Qi that was powerful enough to split mountains and crack stones.

"Didn't you eat?"

Gu Changsheng brushed some non-existent dust off his shoulder.

"Did the current Sword Child of the Zifu Sword Pavilion really produce such a weakling like you?"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang gasped for air, his hand gripping the sword trembling slightly.

He had struck hundreds of times.

The opponent was completely unscathed.

This feeling of despair was worse than being killed.

"Your Physical Body... how can it be comparable to divine metal?"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang's voice was hoarse as he stared intently at Gu Changsheng's punchable face.

"Divine metal?"

Gu Changsheng laughed, a cold laugh.

"That only shows your limited knowledge."

Gu Changsheng suddenly took a step forward.

With this step, the surrounding space instantly solidified.

An overbearing rule of the Word of Law descended.

"Freeze."

Only one word.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang's body, which was just about to retreat, suddenly stiffened.

Although it was only for a fleeting moment, not even the time it takes to blink.

But for Gu Changsheng, it was enough.

"Slap!"

A crisp, extremely loud slapping sound exploded over the empty Sword Burial Pool.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang was like a spinning top that had been struck, spinning seven or eight times in the air before crashing headfirst into the nearby black mountain cliff.

"Boom!"

The cliff face collapsed, and debris filled the air.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang was embedded in the stone, half his face swollen high, and two of his teeth had been knocked out.

"The number one person of the Eastern Region's younger generation? Do you deserve it?"

Gu Changsheng shook his wrist, his tone flat.

A clattering sound came from the pile of rubble.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang crawled out, disheveled.

His originally spotless white robes were now covered in dust and blood.

But the aura on his body did not weaken; instead, it became even more tyrannical.

That was the madness of the pride belonging to an Innate Holy Sword Physique being trampled to pieces.

"Gu Changsheng..."

Sword Child Jian Wushuang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes red as a ghost's.

"I will kill you!"

"I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

He slammed his hands together.

The sword bones inside his body emitted a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The bronze sword case on his back exploded with a bang.

Dozens of even more violent lightning bolts shot into the sky, condensing into a huge purple light sword above his head.

"Fourth Tribulation, Annihilation!"

This sword strike was no longer a simple physical slash, but contained the power of rules that could destroy the Divine Soul.

Before the light sword had even fallen, a layer of the molten iron lake below had already been evaporated, revealing the crimson lake bed.

Gu Changsheng looked up at the light sword, his interest piqued slightly.

"Now that's more like it."

He raised his left hand, and the dark gold rope on his wrist moved.

"Go."

The dragon binding rope let out an excited Dragon roar and shot out as a streak of golden light.

It did not go to block the sword.

Instead, it bypassed the sword's edge, and like a flexible venomous snake, instantly wrapped around Sword Child Jian Wushuang's ankle.

"What the hell is this!"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang was shocked and instinctively wanted to swing his sword to sever the binding on his feet.

But the rope was slippery and ridiculously tough.

Before he could react, the dragon binding rope tightened violently and yanked downward.

"Get down here!"

The dragon binding rope's cheeky voice rang out.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang's body tilted, and the light sword that had just condensed above his head instantly dissipated by half.

It was precisely this opening.

The sky went dark.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang instinctively looked up.

He saw a huge cyan mountain blocking out all the light, carrying the might to crush the heavens, smashing fiercely toward his forehead.

jiuyi mountain and river seal!

"No—!"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang let out a desperate roar.

He desperately urged the Sword Intent within his body, wanting to push open a space.

"Bang!"

The ancient divine mountain descended.

Protective Sword Qi, Innate Holy Sword Physique—in the face of this absolute weight, they were all made of paper.

Sword Child Jian Wushuang's knees slammed heavily onto the ground.

His kneecaps shattered.

His entire body was pressed firmly under the foot of the mountain, with only his head and half his upper body exposed.

Blood sprayed out from his seven orifices.

Gu Changsheng landed, stepping on Sword Child Jian Wushuang's shoulder.

"Innate Holy Sword Physique?"

Gu Changsheng applied force with his foot, listening to the sound of bones shattering, his eyes indifferent.

"Nothing more than this."

Sword Child Jian Wushuang was stepped on with his face against the ground, his mouth full of mud, sand, and the smell of blood.

But he did not beg for mercy.

In those crimson eyes, a determination to perish together burned.

He was the Sword Child of the Zifu Sword Pavilion.

He could die, but he absolutely could not live on his knees!

"Gu Changsheng..."

Sword Child Jian Wushuang squeezed out a low roar from the depths of his throat.

The Qi and blood in his body began to flow in reverse, and the Sword Intent that had dimmed actually showed an explosive growth like a final flash before death.

The blood vessels on the surface of his skin burst one by one, dyeing him into a blood person.

"You forced me!"

A terrifying fluctuation that made one's heart palpitate rippled out from Sword Child Jian Wushuang's broken body.

That was the precursor to burning his Origin and sacrificing his sword physique.

Gu Changsheng raised an eyebrow. He did not stop him, but instead took half a step back, watching this scene with great interest.

"Want to self-destruct?"

Sword Child Jian Wushuang suddenly raised his head, a ferocious, wild laugh on his face.

"With my broken body, I sacrifice to the Heavenly Gate!"

"Sword Opens—Heavenly Gate!"