CHAPTER 445: CHAPTER 246 BLOODTHIRSTY MAD KNIFE _2

It launched high-pressure lightning attacks once again, attempting to defeat the two young Martial Artists in one blow.

Gu Sheng and Lin Haotian advanced and retreated together, combining the Gale Nine Swords and Haoyang Swordsmanship. The two powerful forces converged and struck the front leg of the Thunder Xiezhi King directly.

The Thunder Xiezhi King let out one final painful roar before its massive body gradually collapsed under their combined assault.

"Great Vajra Palm!"

Gu Sheng mobilized all the blood and Spiritual Energy in his body, unleashing a massive phantom of a palm.

"Boom~"

The Thunder Xiezhi King, over three meters tall, fell with a resounding crash, struggled a few times, and then fell silent.

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

Lin Haotian was stunned. Just how many secrets did Gu Sheng have?

"Vajra Palm. I just learned it recently, this is my first time using it!"

Gu Sheng didn’t divulge the origin of the Vajra Palm, and Lin Haotian, understanding the boundaries of friendship, did not press further.

Everyone has their secrets. Even among friends, there are limits. Crossing those limits would sever the friendship.

Gu Sheng directed his blood energy and brought out the Thirst Blood Axe, preparing to carve up the Thunder Xiezhi King.

"I want this horn. You can have the rest!"

Lin Haotian pointed to the ivory-like horn. This item was incredibly valuable: useful for alchemy, artifact refining, and constructing arrays.

A single horn could be exchanged for over a dozen Bone Refining Pills or even hundreds of Blood Strengthening Pills.

Gu Sheng had indeed coveted the horn, but since Lin Haotian proposed it, he decided to oblige as a gesture of goodwill.

The massive corpse of the Xiezhi King was worth nearly as much as the horn anyway.

In return, Lin Haotian gifted Gu Sheng a Storage Ring—though small in size, it contained a space as vast as a room inside.

Gu Sheng left behind a portion of Xiezhi meat, and with a mere thought, he stored the rest inside the ring’s space.

Miles away.

"Smells so good!"

"Who’s roasting demon beast meat?"

Zhu Gang poked his head out, looking around.

"No idea. Must be someone who killed a demon beast!"

One of the men accompanying him spoke. There were five of them in total, including both men and women.

They were disciples from the Mad Saber Sect, out on a training exercise to hunt the demon beast they had been tracking. Little did they expect someone else to beat them to it.

Unwilling to let it go!

Following the tantalizing aroma, they discovered Lin Haotian and the others.

"It’s Lin Haotian and his group!"

Zhu Biao and the others recognized Lin Haotian, for at least they had seen his portrait. After all, he was the prodigy of his generation and the greatest genius of the Haoyang Sect.

One would have to live under a rock not to recognize him.

"And that other one must be Gu Sheng!" Zhu Gang exclaimed. Word had spread that Gu Sheng often hung around Lin Haotian—this had to be him.

Gu Sheng had killed his brother, Zhu Hong, a debt they had long been itching to settle.

And here it was, the pillow showing up right as they were dozing off.

"It is indeed Gu Sheng!" one of them confirmed.

Identifying Gu Sheng as the one eating meat, Zhu Gang strode forward.

"Lin Haotian, I hope you will stay out of this fight."

He brandished the Overlord Saber, taking quick, aggressive steps toward them.

"Bang!"

Gu Sheng casually tossed a burning firewood stick. The stick, imbued with Sword Energy, surprisingly held firm against the Overlord Saber.

"You..."

Zhu Gang was stunned. He had known Gu Sheng was strong but not to this extent.

Zhu Gang was highly confident in his mastery of the Golden Bone Realm. It was inconceivable that he couldn’t even take down someone in the Silver Bone Realm.

Gu Sheng’s hidden aura made him appear only as a Silver Bone Realm Martial Artist.

Playing the pig to eat the tiger, this trick had taken down countless tigers before and would likely take down many more in the future.

Under the moonlight, the dimly lit battlefield was suffused with a chilling atmosphere of death.

Gu Sheng held the Water Cold Sword, his gaze icy and unyielding.

Opposite him, Zhu Gang of the Mad Saber Sect exuded dominance, his Overlord Saber radiating an unstoppable aura.

"Gu Sheng, today it’s either you or me who dies!"

Zhu Gang roared, his voice brimming with unending hatred.

Gu Sheng’s expression remained cold as he responded icily, "Zhu Gang, the grievances between us were decided long ago. There’s no need for excess words."

Zhu Gang let out a crazed laugh, his figure turning into a blur as he lunged at Gu Sheng.

His saber techniques were wild and overpowering, each strike seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth.

Gu Sheng countered with the Gale Nine Swords, his sword light flashing like a storm of blades tearing through the skies.

The two combatants shifted rapidly across the battlefield, each clash erupting in shocking bursts of energy.

The cold glint of Gu Sheng’s Water Cold Sword under the moonlight was met by the blood-red gleam of Zhu Gang’s Overlord Saber.

As time passed, Zhu Gang seemed to lose himself to the berserk state of the Bloodthirsty Saber.

His eyes were filled only with a lust for slaughter, slashing indiscriminately at anyone nearby.

Gu Sheng noticed this shift keenly, raising his guard.

At this moment, Zhu Biao, another disciple of the Mad Saber Sect, rushed forward, attempting to stop Zhu Gang’s rampage.

This action was exceedingly reckless. Zhu Gang, now consumed by bloodlust, slew Zhu Biao with a single slash of his saber.

"Zhu Gang! You’re insane!" Gu Sheng taunted, "Even your own sectmates aren’t spared—truly monstrous!"

Zhu Gang appeared further provoked, roaring in rage as he rampaged toward Gu Sheng with renewed ferocity.

Gu Sheng utilized the Shadow Concealment Skill to vanish, biding his time to strike.

The battle escalated; Zhu Gang’s saber techniques grew increasingly feral, while Gu Sheng grew more composed.

Understanding he needed to stoke Zhu Gang’s deeper hatred to win, Gu Sheng began baiting him: "Zhu Gang, you brag about killing me, but your saber skills are nothing but a mess. So much for your so-called Bloodthirsty Saber!"

"Roar~"

Zhu Gang was utterly enraged, his frenzied roars driving him to attack Gu Sheng even more viciously.

The fight reached a chaotic crescendo as Zhu Gang’s junior sectmates rushed to restrain him.

In his bloodthirsty haze, Zhu Gang slaughtered even his fellow disciples, sparing none.

"Zhu Gang! Look at what you’ve done!"

Gu Sheng seized the moment to shout mockingly, "You’ve killed your own people for no reason—you’re nothing more than a deranged beast, unworthy of being called a Martial Artist!"

Something flickered in Zhu Gang’s eyes—a moment of clarity—but it was quickly swallowed up by his berserker madness.

He howled and renewed his assault on Gu Sheng with unrelenting aggression.

Gu Sheng braced himself, sensing this was his best opportunity.

Taking a deep breath, he mustered all his strength and unleashed the most powerful strike of the Gale Nine Swords.

In a flash of sword light, Gu Sheng’s Water Cold Sword pierced Zhu Gang’s chest.

"Awooo~"

Zhu Gang let out a final anguished roar before collapsing to the ground.

"Vajra Palm!"

Gu Sheng struck with another palm, sending Zhu Gang flying.

Retrieving his Water Cold Sword, Gu Sheng stared at Zhu Gang’s fallen body, his expression complicated.

He knew that his conflict with the Mad Saber Sect was now irreconcilable.

"Zhu Gang, your madness and arrogance were your downfall." Gu Sheng said coldly, "Perhaps in your next life, you’ll understand this truth."

As the battle ended, Gu Sheng and Lin Haotian parted ways, each returning to their sects.

Gu Sheng summoned the Shadow Black Hawk—formerly owned by Zhao Honglie—which had become his mount.

This demon beast was incredibly fast and, combined with the Shadow Concealment and Snake Breath Skills, allowed him to make unseen getaways.

Useful for avoiding pursuit by stronger enemies.

Mad Saber Sect.

"Gu Sheng again!"

Sect Leader Zhu Meng clenched his fists, slamming them against the copper mirror.

The mirror, enhanced by arrays, connected to other arrays to function as a viewing and recording tool.

Through the copper mirror, he had witnessed the entire battle.

Zhu Hong, Zhu Gang, Zhu Biao—his sons—all slain by a mere Silver Bone Realm Martial Artist.

This vendetta must be avenged!

"This boy masks himself well; he’s far more than just at the Silver Bone Realm!"

A charming woman spoke lazily, her gaze lingering on Zhu Meng.

"Even if he’s in the Marrow Refining Realm, I’ll tear him to pieces!"

Zhu Meng declared, stepping away with decisive intent.

"Is the Sect Leader planning to head to the Holy Pill Sect alone?" Xue Ji asked with a sly smile.