Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start-Chapter 400 - 310: The Transformation of Ethereal Dragon, Combat Power Surges_1

A highly concentrated finger force streaked across the void, thundering loudly and heavily, aiming straight for Gu Chen’s heart.

This was a strike intended to kill with one blow!

Someone hid in the shadows, becoming the proverbial sparrow lying in wait behind the praying mantis, launching a long-prepared ambush against Gu Chen at the most critical moment.

The warriors who had yet to leave all looked on with astonished eyes, wondering if Gu Chen, the Marquis of Wu’an from Da Xia, was going to die?!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, at this critical juncture, Gu Chen clenched his fist into a seal, and instantly, a cyan dragon rose from his back and rushed out with speed, narrowly deflecting the lethal attack for Gu Chen.

"Eh?"

A light exclamation rang out, clearly, the attacker was surprised that Gu Chen was able to fend off what was thought to be an inevitable strike.

The person who held their breath with such skill had nearly gone undetected even by Gu Chen, whose gaze shifted swiftly toward a certain area within the dense forest.

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"Indeed, youth is to be feared."

A sighing voice emerged, and seeing that Gu Chen had already spotted him, the person no longer bothered hiding and stepped out from the concealed spot, revealing their form.

"The Sect Master of Ben Lei Sect?!"

At this moment, some sharp-eyed warriors recognized the person’s identity; it was Mo Lei, the Sect Master of Ben Lei Sect, a first-rate power in East Province.

Rumor had it that Mo Lei’s cultivation was extraordinary, having opened sixty of his body’s orifices and reached the late phase of the Hundred Orifices Stage.

In his early years in East Province, Mo Lei was also a renowned genius, even ranking among the top ten on the Star Ranking of Diancang Pavilion during his Channel Opening Stage and was as powerful as a wild dragon during his Vajra Stage. His journey had been no weaker than the heirs of top forces.

Moreover, being a rogue cultivator, he founded the Ben Lei Sect when he was thirty, and over the past ten years, as his cultivation soared, the fame of Ben Lei Sect grew in parallel.

Now, including Mo Lei, Ben Lei Sect boasted three martial arts grandmasters among their ranks and had hundreds of disciples. Even among the first-rate powers of East Province, its reputation was formidable.

Many in East Province believed that within ten years, Mo Lei might very well become another innate master of East Province.

And the Ben Lei Sect he had founded might become another top-force of East Province.

Mo Lei was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark cyan robe, with thick stubble on his lower jaw, well-defined features, and fierce tiger-like eyes.

He sized up Gu Chen with a few glances, a hint of regret in his voice, "I originally thought I could kill you with one hit. I didn’t expect that you were already on guard."

Someone as experienced in battle as Mo Lei could naturally tell that Gu Chen had been aware of his presence all along and had thus been vigilant against him.

Upon entering the mystic realm, the identity of Gu Chen from the Jing Tian Department was of no use anymore. Any warrior would not hesitate to seize the opportunity and show no mercy.

Moreover, if done discreetly, no one would notice, which was why Mo Lei dared to make his move.

At worst, after killing Gu Chen, he would simply kill all the other warriors who had witnessed everything.

As a rogue cultivator, Mo Lei didn’t reach where he was today by being soft-hearted or lenient.

"You’ve been hiding in the dark all this time, haven’t you?" Gu Chen asked coldly.

"Indeed."

Mo Lei nodded frankly; there was nothing to hide. His original intention was to spring a surprise attack, as the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Furthermore, he had no intention of letting anyone here live.

"In my lifetime, I never expected to enter this ancient secret realm that exists only in legends. Everyone here is my enemy, and you are no exception, so sorry, but hand over the Spirit Gathering Flower," Mo Lei said in a deep voice.

"Pretentious!" Gu Chen’s eyes were cold.

In his eyes, Mo Lei was a classic example of someone playing the good guy after benefiting from the situation, portraying an image of helplessness and frankness while harboring deep cunning.

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"In this life, I live for the martial path, and I am willing to do anything to break through to the innate level. I do not wish to kill you, so hand over the Spirit Gathering Flower!" Mo Lei said seriously.

His reasons for saying this were out of concern that Gu Chen, in a moment of desperation, might destroy the Spirit Gathering Flower, so he chose his words to confuse Gu Chen.

Feeling the surge of energy within Mo Lei, as powerful as thunder, Gu Chen’s expression grew progressively grimmer.

Although he had reached the extreme state of ten blood exchanges, Mo Lei was a renowned grandmaster who had been famous for many years. With a cultivation level in the late phase of the Hundred Orifices Stage, and sixty opened orifices in his body, his strength was indeed extraordinary. Gu Chen did not have absolute confidence that he could overcome his opponent.

Sssst!

Suddenly, a warrior tried to escape while Mo Lei was confronting Gu Chen and was spotted. With a flick of his finger, a bolt of lightning shot out, and the warrior, at the stage of rebirth, was instantly turned into charred ashes.

Seeing this, Gu Chen’s brows furrowed instantly. Mo Lei was indeed cruel and ruthless enough to kill even the innocent.

As if perceiving Gu Chen’s thoughts, Mo Lei spoke softly, "The path of martial arts is such; you must be prepared to take risks. Everyone here is my rival, and their deaths are not undeserved."

"Do you know the saying, ’He who kills shall be killed in turn’?" Gu Chen asked coldly.

"Of course, I know," Mo Lei nodded, smiling nonchalantly. "In the world of martial arts, whoever has the stronger fist has the rationale, just like Da Xia and the Six Great Holy Lands. Without strength, how can they suppress the world?"