Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Zheng Yan looked at Gu Chen and Luo Feng with a relaxed demeanor and a casual tone, as if he were looking at two ants. He gave off the impression that he could squash them with a flip of his hand, showing complete disregard for their presence.

Whoosh!

With a swift movement, Zheng Yan had already advanced close to Gu Chen and Luo Feng. He swung both arms and simultaneously struck out with two palms, aiming for both of them.

Zheng Yan indeed did not take the two seriously and wanted to take them down with a single combined strike.

Seeing such disdain, Gu Chen's expression turned cold; however, instead of dodging, he countered with a palm strike towards Zheng Yan.

On the other side, Luo Feng flickered away, avoiding Zheng Yan's palm strike.

Bang!

The clash of palms between Gu Chen and Zheng Yan set off a gust of wind, sending tables and chairs around them flying.

At that moment, Luo Feng, who had dodged to the side, suddenly appeared behind Zheng Yan and pointed a finger towards his back.

"Trivial skills!"

Zheng Yan smiled indifferently, extremely confident and not even bothering to dodge, clearly believing that Luo Feng's strength was insufficient to breach his defenses.

Chit!

Luo Feng's finger made contact with Zheng Yan's back, sending back a shock, causing Luo Feng to tremble and feel as though he had jabbed a steel plate, his finger throbbing with pain.

Meanwhile, in the front, Gu Chen, who had struck Zheng Yan with a palm, drifted backward unharmed. Seeing this, Zheng Yan's eyes revealed a trace of surprise.

Sensing the tide turning against him, Luo Feng turned to flee.

"You won't escape!"

Emotionless, Zheng Yan flashed in front of Luo Feng and reached out, attempting to grab Luo Feng's neck and hold him in place.

Gu Chen frowned slightly and did not stand by idly. He too darted forward, delivering a palm filled with robust internal energy toward Zheng Yan's body.

Feeling the force of Gu Chen's palm, Zheng Yan's expression shifted slightly. This time he opted not to meet the attack head-on, countering with a palm aimed at Gu Chen, intent on trading blow for blow.

Bang!

Both attacks struck their targets at the same time. Their robes flared as they both shook with the impact: Gu Chen retreated three steps back, while Zheng Yan stepped back five steps.

At that moment, Luo Feng, seizing the opportunity, pointed another finger out, and with a hiss, it struck Zheng Yan's chest.

Just as Zheng Yan was about to mock Luo Feng, his face suddenly changed. He felt an insidious force penetrate his body's defenses and seep inside him.

"Hmph!"

Zheng Yan snorted coldly. His internal energy surged, swiftly neutralizing the invasive force, then he drew back, extricating himself from their encirclement.

Zheng Yan looked down at a hole in his chest; his typically easy-going expression darkened as he looked at Gu Chen and Luo Feng with brooding eyes and said, "You two little vermin have succeeded in infuriating me. You refused the toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

Boom!

A massive surge of internal energy burst forth from Zheng Yan, and both Gu Chen and Luo Feng immediately felt a pressure bearing down on them. Gu Chen was better off, with his profound cultivation mitigating much of the pressure, but it was different for Luo Feng; among the three, his cultivation was the weakest, and he naturally felt the greatest strain.

"I'll start with you!"

Zheng Yan's gaze shifted, focusing on Gu Chen. In his eyes, Luo Feng was most famous for his lightness skill and agility, which made it difficult for Zheng Yan to capture him quickly. Comparatively, Gu Chen seemed like an easier target to deal with.

Seeing this, Gu Chen's eyes narrowed coldly; he could clearly see that the opponent regarded him as an easy mark.

Swift!

Gu Chen proactively launched an attack, not one to sit idly by. He arrived in front of Zheng Yan, with muscles and bones in unison and his body's strength concentrated together, and threw a punch straight at Zheng Yan's face.

"How audacious!"

Zheng Yan let out a cold cry. Having gauged Gu Chen's strength from their previous clash, he didn't choose to counter the punch head-on this time but instead raised his hand to block the strike.

Bang!

Gu Chen's punch was heavy and forceful, shaking Zheng Yan to his core. The arm that took the punch felt numb, prompting a change in his expression.

Little did he know that gone by mere physical strength, Gu Chen possessed nearly thirty thousand pounds of force, augmented by internal energy that had been cultivated for one hundred and fifty-one years. Zheng Yan's decision to meet force with force was evidently unwise.

"You have some brute strength, but it's useless against me!"

Zheng Yan moved his tingling hand behind his back, allowing his internal energy to flow and alleviate the numbness, though it would still take a few seconds. At the same time, with his other hand, he pointed his fingers like a sword towards Gu Chen's chest.

"Shattered Gold Finger!"

Zheng Yan bellowed deeply. The Shattered Gold Finger was an intermediate skill of the Sunset Sword Sect. Once mastered, a single finger strike could easily penetrate gold and stone. Having perfected this skill and fortified by his profound internal energy, this strike was strong enough to pierce through Gu Chen, creating a bloody hole.

However, the next scene alarmed Zheng Yan. Gu Chen did not dodge; instead, he counterattacked with a palm strike, his hand seemingly enveloped in flames, the palm burning like a red-hot iron brand, radiating waves of scorching heat.

It was the perfected level of the Red Flame Palm!

Clang!

Zheng Yan's attack reached first, his Shattered Gold Finger striking Gu Chen's chest, but instead of the expected sound of piercing flesh, a clanging sound similar to metal striking metal resonated. Zheng Yan felt as though his own finger bones were about to shatter.

Bang!

Then came a muffled sound as Gu Chen's Red Flame Palm impacted Zheng Yan's body, the heat seeping into his flesh, causing Zheng Yan's face to redden and a charred palm print to appear on his chest.

Having received a direct hit from Gu Chen's Red Flame Palm, Zheng Yan felt a sweetness rise to his throat. He managed to stifle the urge to spit out blood, looking at Gu Chen incredulously. He couldn't believe that after taking a hit from his Shattered Gold Finger, Gu Chen was completely unscathed, while his own finger ached from the impact.

Was this truly a body of flesh and blood?

Zheng Yan even suspected that Gu Chen might be wearing a protective vest, but from their exchange, it seemed unlikely.

What he didn't realize was that Gu Chen had already reached an initial understanding of the superior martial skill Dragon Roar Tiger Howl Horizontal Training, which focused on strengthening the body. Even at this rudimentary stage, it had significantly enhanced the toughness of Gu Chen's body, surpassing ordinary metal and steel and no longer confined to the realm of mere flesh and blood.

Moreover, with one hundred and fifty-one years of internal energy protecting him, not even Zheng Yan's fingers—nor some of the finest mundane weapons—could inflict real harm. At the most, they could cause him a bit of pain.

Perhaps only a treasure weapon could truly harm the current Gu Chen.

At that moment, Luo Feng, seizing the chance during the exchange, once again fled through the window. Zheng Yan's face darkened with a change of expression.

Immediately after, Gu Chen's light laugh could be heard not far away, speaking indifferently, "The core disciple of the Sunset Sword Sect, ranked twelfth on the Meteoric Ranking, is only this much."

"You're courting death!"

At this moment, Zheng Yan's expression darkened fiercely, his eyes as cold as a slab of ice, filled with murderous intent as he looked at Gu Chen.