CHAPTER 618: STREET PEOPLE

Chapter 618: Street People

Within the Exorcist Division.

Gu Changsheng, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, narrowed his eyes.

"He's here!"

He used his True Essence to conceal his face, lest Hua Jin the True One recognize him, then tapped the ground with his toes and floated like a large bird to the top of the Exorcist Division's wall.

Just as he reached the top, two powerful bursts of Sword Qi slammed into the main gate of the Exorcist Division.

The alloy gate that Zhao Ying was so proud of shattered with a tremendous crash, failing to withstand even a single blow from the enemy.

"Is... is this the power of a Void Shattering realm Ascender?"

Inside the gate, Zhao Ying and her fully armed subordinates felt a chill run through their entire bodies.

Even without seeing the arrivals yet, the sense of oppression was already overwhelming.

"No, this isn't the Void Shattering realm."

Sensing the aura of the newcomers, Gu Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is the Unity realm!"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

If the enemy was at the Unity realm, then there was nothing to fear.

Couldn't he, a half-step into the Void Shattering realm, handle them effortlessly?

As the dust settled, two sword-wielding Ascenders stepped out from the wreckage of the shattered alloy gate, one on the left and one on the right. One held a sword as black as ink in his left hand; the other held a sword as white as jade in his right hand.

The auras emanating from these two Sword Cultivators were also completely different.

One was the pinnacle of deathly stillness, the other the pinnacle of icy cold.

"Such fierce Sword Intent." Gu Changsheng inwardly praised as he sensed the Sword Intent radiating from the two Sword Cultivators.

These two Sword Cultivators looked unremarkable, but they were much more pure than Hua Jin the True One and Monk Faming. Clearly, the martial arts they practiced were extraordinary, and their understanding of sword techniques was quite profound.

If a real fight broke out, Hua Jin the True One and Monk Faming might not be a match for these two.

"I am Xuan Zong, the Left-Handed Sword."

"I am Xuan Ming, the Right-Handed Sword."

The two Ascenders, who looked almost identical except for the tear moles at the corners of their eyes, spoke in unison: "Today, we are here to arrest Hua Jin and bring her to justice. Those who comply will live, those who resist will die!"

"What arrogant words."

A cold voice sounded above their heads.

Xuan Zong and Xuan Ming looked up, and in that instant, they felt as if they saw a colossal sword supporting the heavens.

Their vision blurred for a moment, and when they looked again, there was only a cultivator standing there.

In the next second, this cultivator leaped down from the wall, blocking their path.

Xuan Zong glanced at the ground near Gu Changsheng's feet, and the corner of his eye twitched violently.

He saw fine, dense cutting marks continuously appearing there, like a dense spiderweb, silent yet gradually spreading outward.

A strand of hair drifted over with the wind, but before it even got within five meters of the person, it was shredded to pieces by an invisible Sword Intent. Ｒ𝖆ΝꝋBÊ𐌔

This person...

Such powerful Sword Intent!

Xuan Zong and Xuan Ming exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with shock.

They thought their Sword Intent was the best in the world.

Even if there were those stronger than them, they could be counted on one hand.

It was even more impossible for such a person to appear when the second Well of Heaven opened.

Yet... now such a cultivator stood before them.

"Well? Didn't you say 'those who comply live, those who resist die'?"

Gu Changsheng sneered: "Now, this old man is one who resists. Why don't you try to make me die?"

"Seeking death!" Xuan Zong snorted coldly and was the first to strike.

So what if the Sword Intent of the cultivator before him was powerful?

The task given by the True One must be completed.

The dignity of the Kunlun Immortal Palace also could not be challenged by anyone.

Shoom—! Xuan Zong's black longsword pierced through the air, raising a piercing shriek as it aimed straight for Gu Changsheng's throat.

This thrust was already like lightning, impossible to parry among Ascenders of the same level.

But in Gu Changsheng's eyes, the sword's trajectory was as clear as a snail's crawl.

When the sword tip was three inches from his brow, Gu Changsheng moved.

He did not draw his sword, but simply formed his fingers into a sword gesture and casually slashed forward.

"Clang—!" A metallic clash erupted.

Xuan Zong felt an irresistible, immense force surge along the blade towards him.

The tiger's mouth of his hand instantly split open. The black longsword let out a mournful cry as it flew from his grasp. His whole body felt as if struck by a giant hammer. He grunted and was sent flying backward, crashing hard into the broken alloy door frame, causing rubble to clatter down.

Almost simultaneously as Xuan Zong was repelled, Xuan Ming moved.

His body was like a ghost. The pure white blade moved silently, thrusting diagonally from a tricky angle towards Gu Changsheng's ribs—fast, ruthless, and accurate!

Yet Gu Changsheng seemed to have eyes on his back. His wrist turned, and with astonishing precision, he used two fingers to clamp down on the cold, white light coming at him.

The sword tip froze between his fingers. No matter how much Xuan Ming urged his True Essence, he could not advance it an inch further.

"Arghhh—!"

Xuan Ming gritted his teeth, using all his strength.

But he could neither pull the sword out nor push it in.

Just as shock rose in his eyes, Gu Changsheng's other palm came chopping down like a mountain-splitting axe, heavily striking the spine of the pure white jade sword.

"Crack!" A crisp shattering sound echoed across the area.

The white jade longsword, which was clearly extraordinary, shattered into pieces like common iron.

Xuan Zong and Xuan Ming staggered back, leaning against the cold broken wall, their faces completely drained of color.

Working together, they couldn't even force their opponent to draw his sword?

The gap between them was like an unbridgeable chasm!

Who exactly was this person?

Why did such a powerful Sword Cultivator appear?

And why was he protecting Hua Jin the True One?

Watching that person approach step by step.

Despair and madness intertwined in their eyes.

"Merge!" Xuan Zong roared.

"Slay the Immortal!" Xuan Ming shouted fiercely.

The Sword Intent on both of them erupted—deathly stillness and icy coldness merged together at this moment.

A terrifying Sword Intent far exceeding their individual peaks instantly condensed into a brilliant, massive sword ray. With a shriek that seemed to tear space, it descended like a falling waterfall, aiming to cleave Gu Changsheng from above.

This sword strike drained all of their True Essence.

"Good!" Gu Changsheng's eyes finally focused slightly.

Facing this combined attack, he spread the fingers of his right hand and made a grasping motion in the air!

"Zing—!" A clear, sharp sword cry tore through the night.

The ancient longsword on his back slid half an inch out of its scabbard in response. A sharp Sword Intent, seeming capable of severing all restraints in the world, shot skyward.

There were no flashy techniques.

Gu Changsheng simply faced the cascading massive sword ray and made a light, drawing motion.

A sword aura, refined to the extreme, thin as a hair yet dazzlingly bright, appeared out of thin air.

"Shrrrip!" Like a hot knife cutting through solidified fat.

The imposing, brilliant sword ray, the moment it contacted the hair-thin sword aura, emitted a groan of being overwhelmed. Its surface instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks, then exploded with a thunderous crash!

The shattered Sword Intent scattered, cutting the ground into a honeycomb before rapidly dissipating in the air.

Xuan Zong and Xuan Ming were struck as if by a heavy blow. They simultaneously spat out a large mouthful of blood, their auras instantly wilting. Only utter despair and bewilderment remained in their eyes.

"You... who are you?!" Xuan Zong clutched his chest, his voice hoarse.

Gu Changsheng snorted coldly, his longsword already sheathed.

"You are not worthy of knowing this old man's identity."

Before his words faded.

The index finger of his right hand, hanging by his side, made an extremely casual, sweeping motion in the air towards the two of them.

An invisible sword wind swept past.

The shock, despair, and questions on Xuan Zong and Xuan Ming's faces instantly froze.

On both of their necks, an extremely fine line of blood simultaneously appeared.

Immediately after, their heads slid off silently, rolling on the sword-scarred ground.

The headless bodies swayed and then collapsed with a heavy thud.

In front of the entire Exorcist Division, a deathly silence fell.

Only the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the ruins, and the thick, cloying smell of blood remained.

Under the wall, Zhao Ying, Wang Shouyi, and the others were already dumbstruck by what they had seen.

"This... this old man is a bit too fierce, isn't he?"

The corner of Zhao Ying's mouth twitched.

Then what was the point of this senior going through all the trouble to set up formations in the Exorcist Division earlier?

What was the point of writing a will?

The enemy was instantly killed.

No need to even activate the formations.

Do all big shots like to show off like this now?

Gu Changsheng turned and walked back in front of the group, letting out a light sigh: "Fortunately, I did not fail in my mission. I was almost killed by that sword strike, but luckily, this old man's skill was slightly superior."

Zhao Ying: "..."

"Senior's divine might!" Wang Shouyi was the first to react, bowing deeply. The guards behind him, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly bowed in salute.

This old gentleman looked unremarkable.

But he was a super expert. If he hadn't intervened, they would surely be finished today.

After all, their bodies weren't as tough as the Exorcist Division's alloy door.

"Hehe, just luck, just luck~"

Back in the Moon Shadow Sect, when did he ever receive such treatment?

The corner of Gu Changsheng's mouth lifted slightly, feeling quite pleased in his heart.

This feeling of crushing a powerful enemy and being looked up to was indeed refreshing and exhilarating.

He was just about to say something...

Suddenly!

A bone-chilling, piercing sense of dread, without any warning, shot up from his spine, instantly sweeping through his entire body. It felt as if a slippery, highly venomous snake had locked onto the back of his neck.

The smile on Gu Changsheng's face stiffened abruptly, all the hairs on his body standing on end.

He whipped his head around.

His sharp gaze shot towards the depths of the dimly lit street outside the Exorcist Division gate.

At the far end of those deep, almost light-devouring shadows, a figure stood silently.

That person was dressed strangely.

A magnificent python robe embroidered with gold thread.

But draped loosely over it was a dark golden Buddhist kasaya.

The light was dim, making it hard to see the specific facial features. Only a wide, stretched mouth was exceptionally clear within the shadows, its corners exaggeratedly curved upwards into a silent, chilling smile.

He just stood there quietly, smiling...

As if he had been watching for a long time.