Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

At this moment, Zheng Yan\'s mouth was full of blood foam, and he lay on the ground like a lump of mud, staring at the distant Gu Chen with eyes filled with disbelief.

Who was he? A core disciple of the Sunset Sword Sect, ranked twelfth on the Star Rankings, beaten by an unknown little thief?

And it was done so dominantly, so swiftly, that he was defeated in just one encounter.

Zheng Yan was a person who cared greatly about face, just like Zheng Jinan. Today, in such a setting, in front of so many people and his fellow disciples, being taught such a harsh lesson, Zheng Yan felt his cheeks burning hot, wishing he could find a crevice in the ground to crawl into.

The physical injuries, along with the mental torture in his heart, nearly became too much for Zheng Yan to bear, as he lay there rolling his eyes back.

Zheng Jinan, greatly alarmed and thinking his son was at death\'s door, continuously transmitted his internal energy to Zheng Yan, hoping to hang on to his life, and simultaneously hurriedly instructed his servants to fetch a physician.

On the other side, Chen Song and other disciples of the Sunset Sword Sect saw Zheng Yan beaten and also had their expressions change dramatically, especially Chen Song, who in his heart cried out in disbelief, thinking this was all a dream.

"Zheng Jinan, your heart is truly ruthless, to actually let your own son take the disaster for you," Gu Chen said coldly, dressed in a dark robe, his tone indifferent.

As for defeating Zheng Yan, Gu Chen felt not a trace of joy. After all, he had already opened up fifty meridians. Such talent and strength were among the top tier in the entire Jiuzhou, with few able to compare.

Although Gu Chen didn\'t know how many meridians Zheng Yan had opened in the Meridian Opening Realm, he was certain it wasn\'t as many as his own. And even if they had the same number of meridians, Zheng Yan was no match for him.

After all, the foundation he accumulated in the Condensing Breath Realm was exceedingly profound. If word got out, it would be enough to make history, and no one of his generation in the whole Jiuzhou could compare, let alone Zheng Yan.

Hearing Gu Chen\'s words, Zheng Jinan violently turned his head, his gaze towards Gu Chen filled with undisguised murderous intent, and even, for a fleeting moment, threads of black qi could be seen flickering in his pupils.

This moment was naturally captured by Gu Chen, and he instantly made a judgment in his heart.

"How dare you, you cur, you must have used some shady trick! In a fair one-on-one fight, how could you possibly be a match for my nephew Zheng?"

Before Zheng Jinan could speak, Wang Cheng jumped out again. Being a martial artist in the External Energy Realm, Gu Chen could defeat Zheng Yan, but it was not certain he could defeat him,

This was the source of his confidence, using his realm to suppress Gu Chen.

Truth be told, Wang Cheng jumping out again and again truly tested Gu Chen\'s patience. With a clang, Gu Chen picked up Zheng Yan\'s treasured weapon and chopped directly towards Wang Cheng, the blade\'s sharp aura overflowing, startling the people around Wang Cheng to quickly distance themselves from him.

"Seeking death!"

Wang Cheng stood in place, but merely smirked coldly, wholly unafraid.

Boom!

Immediately after, he threw a backhand palm strike, and instantly a powerful palm force erupted from his body, like a gust of wind, blasting towards Gu Chen.

That was the power of a martial artist in the External Energy Realm, who could project his energy outward. Those with profound realms could reach the level spoken of in legends, where every gesture could pick flowers and flick leaves, capable of harming others.

This was also why he was unafraid of Gu Chen. In Wang Cheng\'s view, what good was Gu Chen\'s treasured weapon? He couldn\'t even get close to him, not even able to touch him, so how could he fight him?

Even if Gu Chen managed to get close, Wang Cheng prided himself on his not-too-shoddy talent, having immersed himself in martial arts for half his life. He didn\'t believe that Gu Chen\'s martial arts realm could be higher than his own.

Bang!

Gu Chen swung his sword, colliding with the palm force that Wang Cheng had sent out. The treasured weapon\'s power was indeed extraordinary; it directly shattered Wang Cheng\'s palm force at first contact.

But at the same time, Wang Cheng\'s expression didn\'t change, and he sent out three more palm forces in rapid succession, determined to use his profound cultivation to exhaust Gu Chen to death right here.

It must be said, Wang Cheng was also an old hand in the game, extremely cautious, not giving away a single opportunity.

But regrettably, his opponent was Gu Chen, a man who disliked playing by the usual rules.

Boom!

Gu Chen, clad in dark clothing, stood in place, his foot stomping down viciously. Tens of thousands of pounds of force exploded in that moment, shaking the entire hall. The floor tiles beneath his feet were thrown into the air, accompanied by a gust of wind, shooting towards Wang Cheng.

"Trivial tricks!"

Wang Cheng let out a cold laugh, striking out with his palm, and the tiles rushing toward him instantly burst into powder.

But the next moment, Wang Cheng\'s expression changed, because in that brief instant, Gu Chen had already closed the distance between them.

Swish!

The sword\'s light was bitterly cold and sharply bright, causing Wang Cheng\'s pupils to shrink. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, as the sword tip grazed past his neck, leaving behind a line of blood.

Wang Cheng leapt back, and while his soul was still unsettled, Gu Chen pursued him again.

Swearing inwardly, faced with Gu Chen\'s slashing sword, Wang Cheng grabbed a table and threw it, only to hear a "pfft" sound as the table split in two.

It wasn\'t that he didn\'t have a weapon, but he dared not use his own against a treasure blade. Although his weapon was also forged at a high price, it was not a treasure weapon. It would probably be ruined after a few exchanges, and he was not willing to let that happen.

Thus, Gu Chen, a martial artist at the Meridian Opening realm, was actually chasing Wang Cheng, a martial artist at the External Energy realm, back and forth, causing countless jaws to drop in disbelief.

Wang Cheng also felt extremely uncomfortable, being chased around by a younger junior like this. His reputation would be ruined if this continued.

"Damn it, you little bastard, you\'re looking to die!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Wang Cheng stopped running and turned to deliver a palm strike at Gu Chen.

Seeing this, a hint of amusement appeared in Gu Chen\'s eyes. He had been waiting for Wang Cheng to confront him head-on.

Bang!

Their palms met, and Wang Cheng\'s body shook violently. Every bone in his body made a faint, cracking noise, overwhelmed by the force.

This palm strike from Gu Chen was unrestrained. His Dragon\'s Cry and Tiger\'s Roar Horizontal Training once again intensified, providing a significant upgrade in strength. At this stage, Gu Chen possessed at least close to forty thousand pounds of force.

Wang Cheng, although a martial artist at the External Energy realm, only had average physical strength and had never faced someone as strong and formidable as Gu Chen, who was akin to a muscular dragon. Merely blocking one palm strike from Gu Chen had numbed half of his body.

That was under the protection of his internal energy. If he faced someone with slightly weaker cultivation, Gu Chen\'s palm could have burst them open directly.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

But what came next for Wang Cheng was a storm of attacks from Gu Chen, one palm after another. Gu Chen was like a tireless perpetual motion machine, his energy unceasing, each palm strike at full force.

Wang Cheng did prove himself extraordinary, deserving of his status as an External Energy realm martial artist, managing to withstand eighteen palm strikes from Gu Chen. But on the nineteenth, Gu Chen did not strike down.

Crackle and pop!

Wang Cheng stood expressionless in place, his body completely numb. As Gu Chen ceased his attack, continuous popping sounds came from within Wang Cheng\'s body, as if firecrackers were being set off.

"Puh!"

Accompanied by the last rumbling inside his body, Wang Cheng looked up to the sky, suddenly spewing out a large mouthful of fresh blood, then fell straight backward onto the ground, thoroughly dead.