They surrounded him in a fan shape, their eyes filled with disdain and cruelty.
"Gu Sheng, I heard you’re only at the peak of the Xuanwu Realm?"
A tall, thin disciple at the Second Level of the Earth Martial Realm sneered.
"With just that level of cultivation, you dare to come to Wanling Palace for a marriage proposal? You’re courting death!"
Another short, stout disciple at the First Level of the Earth Martial Realm chimed in.
"Senior Brother Zhao said to only cripple your limbs and not take your life, consider yourself lucky!"
The two attacked simultaneously, both palms striking out, with pitch-black True Qi condensing into two giant handprints in the air, ghastly ghost faces emerging in their centers with an ear-piercing screech.
"Wanling Devouring Heart Palm!"
The two handprints carried with them a chilling wind, pressing down on Gu Sheng, causing the ground beneath to crack and the surrounding flora to wilt instantly.
Gu Sheng stood motionless until the handprints were near him, then slowly raised his right hand and grasped the void.
"Buzz—"
A blinding azure light suddenly shone from his body, with Gang Qi surging out like a tide, condensing into a three-foot Qi Sword in his palm. The sword’s body was crystal clear, with faint starlight circulating.
"Break."
Gu Sheng lightly uttered a word, stepped forward, and swept the Qi Sword out.
"Slash—"
The sound of tearing fabric resounded as the two pitch-black handprints were sliced into four pieces by a single sword strike, exploding into black smoke and dispersing in midair.
"What?!"
The tall, thin disciple’s pupils shrank abruptly, yet before he could react, Gu Sheng had stepped in front of him, the Qi Sword slashing down on his head.
"Wanling Protective Force!"
In a panic, the tall, skinny disciple mobilized all his True Qi, forming a thick gray Qi wall on his body’s surface.
However, when Gu Sheng’s Qi Sword struck it, there was a crisp "crack" sound, and the Protective Force shattered accordingly.
"Puff—"
The tall, thin disciple spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backwards, heavily hitting the inner wall of a light shield, bouncing back to the ground, struggling a few times but unable to get up.
"Zhang!"
The short, stout disciple’s face changed drastically, quickly retreating a few steps.
"This kid is strange! Everyone attack together!"
Zhao Lingqian’s face was gloomy.
"Useless! Can’t even take down someone in the Xuanwu Realm?"
He shouted sternly.
"Everyone attack together, use martial techniques to hold him! Junior Brother Wang, wait for a chance to cripple him!"
The short, stout disciple gritted his teeth.
"Understood!"
Over a dozen disciples simultaneously formed hand seals, various colors of True Qi lighting up, and martial techniques like Fireballs, Ice Cones, and Wind Blades attacked Gu Sheng in overwhelming numbers.
A golden light flashed on Gu Sheng’s chest, dazzling like a rising sun.
That golden light gathered in front of his chest, gradually outlining a humanoid form, ultimately transforming into a figure identical to himself.
Just as the Spiritual Embryo Incarnation took shape, it rushed toward the crowd, moving smoothly without the slightest pause.
"What type of evil magic is this?"
Faced with such an assault, Gu Sheng merely took a step forward, intending to withstand it with his physical body!
"Boom—"
In the deafening explosion, Gu Sheng was forced back two steps by the impact, his upper garment entirely blown apart, revealing a robust, bronze-colored body.
What’s shocking is that the seemingly ferocious attacks didn’t leave the slightest scar on him, not even a white mark.
"This... this is impossible!"
A disciple at the Earth Martial Realm stared wide-eyed, his voice trembling with fear.
"His body physique... is at least of the Fifth Layer Heaven! Equivalent to Earth Martial Realm strength!"
With those words, the expressions of the Wanling Palace group changed drastically. The path of body cultivation is extremely challenging, and those who reach the Fifth Layer Heaven are almost invincible among their peers.
Gu Sheng glanced down at his unharmed body, the corners of his mouth curving into a mocking arc.
"Is this all you’ve got?"
Before the words finished, he had already raised his Longsword. In the next moment, his silhouette disappeared from the spot!
"Be careful! Form a formation!"
The quickest-reacting disciple at the Earth Martial Realm shouted in urgency.
But it was too late.
"Now you think of forming a formation?"
Gu Sheng’s teasing voice whispered in the disciple’s ear like the murmur of death.
"Too late."
The disciple only felt a chill at the back of his neck, as an overwhelmingly oppressive aura rushed from behind.

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