Chapter 63

As for Gu Yang, he calmly observed the old man’s movements.

Oh? That’s a low-grade Earth-rank palm technique. A fourth-level Core Formation cultivator who’s only mastered a low-grade Earth-rank fist art? That’s rather pitiful. Still, paired with powerful true essence, my forty percent fist intent might not be enough anymore.

Thoughts swirled through Gu Yang’s mind as a faint smile curled at his lips.

In that case… let’s switch things up a little.

He withdrew his fist. With a flick of his hand, a low-grade spirit sword appeared in his palm.

The moment he gripped the sword, Gu Yang instinctively closed his eyes. In that instant, He and the sword became one. You are within me, and I within you.

But he quickly snapped out of it.

Forget it. No need to use that trump card on someone like this. Forty percent sword intent… will be more than enough.

A calm glint flickered in Gu Yang’s eyes. Then he gently waved the spirit sword in his hand.

In the next moment, a seemingly weak and feeble arc of sword qi drifted lazily toward the old man.

“Hahaha!” “Kid, is that all you’ve got?” “My grandma swings a sword harder than that!” “Did you skip breakfast?”

The old man burst into laughter midair.

When Xue Wujian first approached him with a hefty offer to kill a prodigy, he was shocked. After all, Xue Wujian was a seventh-level Core Formation powerhouse. Why would he need help killing a junior?

Later, he learned it was because of Liuyun Sect’s Grand Elder. But even then, what kind of prodigy could possibly require my involvement?

He was a fourth-level Core Formation cultivator, after all. Why use a butcher’s blade to kill a chicken?

Xue Wujian had explained: The target possessed monstrous talent and a wide array of techniques, even capable of slaying Core Formation cultivators across realms.

That had put him on high alert from the start. Gu Yang’s earlier punch had indeed shown terrifying power.

So when Gu Yang drew his sword, the old man tensed, ready to dodge.

But when he saw how weak that sword qi looked, he couldn’t hold back anymore, and began mocking him loudly.

His taunts drew the attention of the surrounding True Disciples. They stared in disbelief.

“What’s going on?” “That sword qi… is way too weak.” “Any of us could swing harder than that.” “Is Gu Yang holding back on purpose?” “Not sure, but right now… his swordsmanship seems worse than his fists!”

Worried glances turned toward Gu Yang.

Meanwhile, the old man’s face twisted with killing intent. Gu Yang’s sword draw had startled him into halting his advance, but now it seemed like a false alarm.

In that case… I’ll just crush him with one palm!

He lunged toward Gu Yang again.

At that moment, Gu Yang slowly sheathed his sword, wearing a look of quiet confidence.

The old man frowned, then glanced at the drifting sword qi heading his way.

He snorted coldly.

“Cheap tricks! Let’s see you survive this!”

He roared and unleashed the Nether Palm once more, striking fiercely toward Gu Yang.

But just then, That feeble sword qi, ignored by all, suddenly erupted with an unimaginable surge of sword intent!

BOOM!

In the next instant, The sword qi exploded like a detonated bomb, Splintering into countless razor-sharp blades that shot in all directions!

SWISH SWISH!

Blades of sword qi flew wildly through the air. One of them shot straight toward the old man.

His pupils shrank. He threw a punch to intercept it, attempting to block it with the Nether Palm.

But the sharpness of the sword qi, far exceeded his expectations.

The moment they collided…

SPLURT!

His withered hand dropped to the ground like a dead leaf. Blood sprayed like a fountain.

The old man’s face twisted in horror. He forgot his pain entirely, staring in disbelief.

What… what just happened!?

He sensed something was terribly wrong. His body trembled. He turned to flee.

Something’s not right! This guy’s not right!

How could a third-level Condensation Realm cultivator unleash such terrifying sword intent?

That weak sword qi… was it really the same one!?

His mind raced with questions as his legs pumped furiously, desperate to escape.

But at that moment, The sword qi seemed to lock onto him. It shifted direction midair and surged toward him like a pack of wolves.

The speed of the sword qi was terrifying.

SWISH! One blade severed his left leg.

SWISH SWISH! Two more followed, slicing off his right leg.

THUD!

The old man collapsed to the ground. With both legs destroyed, he could no longer flee.

Blood gushed from his body like an open floodgate. Agonizing pain coursed through him, forcing groans from his throat.