Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Chapter 151: Chapter 138: The Appearance of the Blood Robe Building Again_2

Upon hearing the words, Gu Chen remained silent. He gently picked up a chopstick from the table and weighed it in his hand.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Gu Chen casually threw the chopstick out. It turned into a cold glint in the air, flashing briefly before piercing towards Yang Mingyue's neck.

"Gu Chen!"

Seeing Gu Chen daring to make his move right in front of him, Mo Zilin was instantly furious. Of course, he couldn't just stand by and watch Yang Mingyue get hurt. His arm flickered, turning into a blur, and he caught the chopstick just before it could strike Yang Mingyue's throat, pinching it between his fingers.

Yang Mingyue was also terrified by Gu Chen's sudden move. In that instant, she genuinely felt the threat of death, her pores standing on end and a layer of cold sweat breaking out on her back. After a long while, she still stood there, dumbfounded, as if she had lost her senses.

Seeing this, Mo Zilin's eyes were urgent as he quickly asked, "Junior sister, junior sister, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Mingyue, as if soulless, had a vacant look on her face. After Mo Zilin continued to shake her shoulders, she finally seemed to snap back to reality, feeling as if she had returned from another world, and suddenly burst into loud tears.

"Gu Chen, you've gone too far!" Mo Zilin pointed at Gu Chen, his face full of anger.

Hu Wanyuan also said with a stern face, "Lord Gu, what is the meaning of this?"

Gu Chen was just about to speak when suddenly, he felt a chilling sensation, and an image vaguely appeared in his mind.

Shhh shhh shhh!

The next instant, countless silver lights burst forth, turning into streaks of cold glint in the air, all aiming at Gu Chen.

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"Thousand Mechanism Sect's Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles?!" Mo Zilin's pupils shrank, and he quickly retreated with Yang Mingyue and the others from the Heavenly Saber Sect, avoiding the threat as if it were a plague.

On the other side, seeing the dazzling silver lights in midair, Lu Changyun from the Canghai Sect also changed his expression and quickly pulled Yu Qiushi and the others to dash aside.

Ordinary hidden weapons couldn't possibly cause such a sensation for Gu Chen. At this moment, he felt the hair on his body stand on end. Ever since his Horizontal Training had reached perfection, he hadn't experienced such a feeling in a long time.

The streaks of silver light were incredibly fast, so fast that they left no time to react!

Fortunately, as soon as the silver light appeared, Gu Chen sensed something. As his internal energy surged within him, a faint golden light coalesced on his body's surface, forming a large golden bell that enveloped him.

Dang dang dang dang dang!

The silver lights that burst forth collided with the protective Golden Bell Shield around Gu Chen, causing one dull thud after another. Fortunately, Gu Chen's Golden Bell Shield had reached maturity, and he was completely unharmed, successfully blocking this sudden strike.

"A fully mastered Golden Bell Shield?" Mo Zilin saw Gu Chen's protective golden bell, and his eyebrows lifted slightly in a thoughtful expression.

The dragon-roar tiger-shout Golden Bell Shield was a technique that Gu Chen had deduced from the panel, a technique never seen before in the Jiuzhou world. Thus, even Mo Zilin couldn't recognize it; anyone who saw it would mistake it for the Buddhist high-level physical training technique Golden Bell Shield.

As the attack had clearly targeted Gu Chen, everyone in the inn had run out to observe, leaving only Gu Chen alone in the vast inn.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

At that moment, the inn's windows shattered and five figures dressed in blood-red garments, wearing black iron masks, rushed in and surrounded Gu Chen.

Gu Chen's brow furrowed as he looked at the five figures and spoke coldly, "Blood Garb Tower, it's you again."

"It's actually assassins from the Blood Garb Tower!" Everyone was surprised, wondering how Gu Chen had managed to provoke the Blood Garb Tower.

Clothed in blood-red garments and wearing black iron masks, these were assassins cultivated by the Blood Garb Tower itself, possessing strength beyond some on the Black List and specializing even more in assassination.

This was also Gu Chen, having comprehended several martial truths, leading to a great enhancement of his mind and incredibly sharp intuition, enabling him to sense the assailants' movements in that instant.

Had it been anyone else in that scenario, with the Blood Garb Tower assassins using their unique breath-holding technique and attacking abruptly, they would have been turned into sieves by those countless silver lights before they could react, unlike Gu Chen, who still stood unharmed in the same spot.

"You from the Blood Garb Tower really are like a dogskin plaster, relentless and unyielding," Gu Chen said coldly. Having been targeted for assassination by the Blood Garb Tower assassins time and again, even a clay figure would have gotten angry, let alone Gu Chen.

He had made up his mind that once this matter was settled, he would definitely demand information about the Blood Garb Tower from the Jing Tian Department. He wouldn't rest until he annihilated several of their strongholds.

Passively taking hits was never Gu Chen's style.

Boom!

So, Gu Chen made his move. His ten fingers pressed on the void, casting the Condensing Pulse Sword Wave. At that moment, countless sword qi crossed and intertwined within the vast space of the inn, clanging loudly, slashing towards the five Blood Garb Tower assassins.

Hum!

The five assassins from the Blood Garb Tower were not weak. Knowing Gu Chen's strength, the Blood Garb Tower still dared to send people to assassinate him; they must have been fully prepared.

They were all Vajra Stage warriors, having reached the level of copper-cast iron-forged. At this moment, a dark glow appeared on their bodies, each using their techniques to block Gu Chen's Condensing Pulse Sword Waves.

"Kill!"

The four assassins wearing black iron masks from the Blood Garb Tower had hoarse voices and no emotion in their eyes. Holding iron swords, they chopped at Gu Chen from different directions and angles, targeting all the vital points on his body.

Whoosh!

Meanwhile, the last assassin stood at a distance, wielding a hidden weapon from the Thousand Mechanism Sect, a cylindrical device. The sound of gears turning was heard, and a dazzling golden light shot out from within, incredibly fast, aiming for Gu Chen's chest.

The Thousand Mechanism Sect was a faction on the rivers and lakes that specialized in making hidden weapons. Although not as prominent as the Sunset Sword Sect or the Heavenly Saber Sect, its strength was not weak, and its wealth was astonishing.

Their hidden weapons were incredibly powerful enough to threaten Vajra Stage and even Gang Qi Stage martial artists.

However, the more powerful the hidden weapon, the more expensive its price and the lesser its quantity. For this assassination, the Blood Garb Tower had indeed spent a considerable amount.

Seeing this, Gu Chen's expression turned cold, his eyes sharp like the edge of a knife. He stood his ground as an immense inner strength of five hundred and six years surged through his limbs. The next moment, he raised both arms and then vigorously pushed them forward across his chest.

Boom!

Like a thunderous explosion in the dark night, echoing in everyone's ears as if thunder had descended, the surging inner strength resembled a violent storm. The assassins from the Blood Garb Tower, with just one encounter, were struck by such fierce inner strength and flung back even faster than they had come, spurting blood from their mouths non-stop.