Chapter Sixty: Ancient Slaughter Gun Technique

  "What a powerful aura, could it be the Yi family's Thunderous Palm?" Feeling the intense aura, Gu Lin's face revealed a look of surprise, and then he said in a low voice: "It seems that the news of the Yi family's Thunderous Palm being perfected is not just a rumor."

  "Admit defeat now and spare your dog life." Yi Chen's serious face flashed with a cold light, saying a sentence without emotional fluctuations.

  "Take this move first and then talk."

  Gu Lin let out a low, menacing laugh, and then his toes tapped the ground as his body shot out like a cheetah, his hands emitting a red glow that was dazzling to behold.

  "Rank 5 Lower Class Soul Technique - Kishin Fist!"

  A furious roar burst from his mouth, Gu Lin's fists carrying a terrifying sonic boom, hurtling towards Yi Chen's forehead. If he was hit, his life would be in danger.

  "The fifth rank of the Lower Class Soul Skill, Heavenly Thunder Palm's Fifth Form!"

  A cold glint flashed through his eyes, and Yi Chen drew two strokes in the air with his palms, followed by a muffled thunder-like sound, as he fearlessly charged towards Gu Lin.

  Rumble.

  Under the gaze of the crowd, fists and palms intersected and collided, a dazzling red light burst forth from the collision, spreading in all directions, and a fierce gust of wind stirred up on the stage.

  "What a fierce impact." The people present couldn't help but close their eyes, waiting for the final outcome.

  "Hmm."

  The ripples gradually dissipated, and the crowd finally saw the situation at the center of the impact. The flat arena was blasted into a deep pit, while Yi Chen and Gu Lin flew out in opposite directions.

  "Peng." During the inverted flight, Yi Chen's waist suddenly twisted, his body rotated several times in mid-air, and landed steadily.

  At this time, Yi Chen's hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn in several places by the strong wind, and a thread of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

  "Peng." Gu Lin also landed steadily, his appearance was also quite disheveled, and he didn't look any better than Yi Chen.

  "Is it really the fifth layer of Thunderbolt Palm? According to reliable sources, wasn't the last three layers of the Yi family's Thunderbolt Palm burned?" Gu Lin's face was filled with shock and uncertainty.

  "It's no wonder it's one of the two ultimate skills of the Gu family, how impressive." Yi Chen shook off the numbness in his arm and looked up at Gu Lin, saying coldly: "What other skills do you have, bring them out together."

  "Seeking death with a guilty conscience, I'll fulfill your wish." Gu Lin put away the shock on his face, sneered, and took out a silver long gun from the storage ring on his finger.

  "Hmm."

  The long gun drew several dazzling sword flowers in the air, Gu Lin urged his soul power, a strong gust of wind stirred around his body, and sand and dust flew everywhere.

  "With such momentum, could it be that Gu's family has another great ultimate skill - the Ancient Slaughter Gun Technique?" Some cultivators who were more familiar with Gu's family began to discuss among themselves.

  "The old thing actually passed on this move to his own grandson, Chen Er is in trouble." Yi Si Qing's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, turning his head to gaze at Gu Hu with a cold glare.

  "Old man, I hope your grandson doesn't lose too badly." Gu Huo also happened to look over, with a smile on his face, and said a sentence full of disdain.

  "Don't be too confident, or you might bite your tongue." Yi Si Qing hummed and turned his head to look at Yi Chen, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

  "What's with the 'Gu Sha Gun Method'?" Yi Chen's face grew increasingly solemn, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared intently at Gu Lin.

  If he didn't remember wrongly, the Gu Cuo Gun Fa has a power of five middle grades, and is one of the two greatest skills of the Gu family. The Gu family became famous because of this move.

  "Hmm." As Yi Chen watched Gu Lin use his soul technique, the Tian Shu quietly stored in the storage ring suddenly trembled slightly, releasing a faint glow.

  The sudden situation made Yi Chen extremely surprised, and he secretly watched the storage ring. He found that the small golden man had appeared unknowingly.

  "What's going on?" Yi Chen was very puzzled. Fortunately, the small golden man appeared in the storage ring and produced a strange phenomenon, so no one discovered it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

  "Yi Jia Xiaozi, now kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, I can spare your life." A cold laugh came out of Gu Lin's mouth and entered Yi Chen's ears.

  "You're also worthy?" Regaining his composure, Yi Chen didn't pay attention to Tian Shu, and after withdrawing his gaze, he let out a soft snort.

  "Hmm."

  Immediately afterwards, Yi Chen lightly spat out a mouthful of turbid air and gently patted the storage ring. A heavy sword that was over three meters tall and weighed several thousand kilograms flew out.

  "Peng." The heavy sword slammed heavily onto the stage, a three-meter-long heavy sword, directly sank into one-third of it, and the stage also shook violently, showing how heavy it was.

  The Heaven-Descended Heavy Sword appeared, immediately attracting the attention of many, just because it was too heavy, too gigantic. Such a heavy sword, who could wield it?

  "Hiss." Ignoring the many astonished gazes, Yi Chen's body soared into the air, his hands grasping the thick hilt of a sword, and a sense of flesh-and-blood connection was transmitted.

  "Ah!" Yi Chen let out a loud roar, his soul power surging into the Tianyun Heavy Sword, his two arms bulging with veins as he lifted the sword up.

  The soul force wandered in the heavy sword's trajectory, like a meridian, a dazzling light seeped out from the heavy sword, the strong wind stirred, and the intense aura spread throughout the air.

  "What a powerful aura." Gu Lin's face showed a look of surprise, because that aura was not much weaker than his own.

  "Weren't you being very arrogant just now? Now bring your dogs over and let me see if you're really that strong." A loud shout came out of Yi Chen's mouth.

  I hope you won't regret it.

  Gu Lin let out a cold hum, his long spear flashing several dazzling spear flowers in the air, and then his body shook, the silver long spear seeming to rise like a dragon from the sea.

  "Wu Pin Zhong Deng Hun Ji - Gu Sha Qiang Fa!" A loud shout rang out, and the speed of Gu Lin's long spear increased by several degrees. With a "whooshing" sound like a dragon's hum, it pierced towards Yi Chen.

  A fierce gust of wind swept in, and Yi Chen's slightly narrowed eyes flashed with a fierce light as he poured the last bit of his soul power into the Tianyun Heavy Sword. A dazzling radiance seeped out from within it.

  "Rank 5 Intermediate Soul Skill - Solar Flare Slash First Form!"

  A furious roar burst out of Yi Chen's mouth, the hand holding the sword bulged with veins, and with a sudden surge of strength, the Heaven-Defying Heavy Sword swooped down towards Gu Lin with a force of ten thousand kilograms.

  "Peng." The long spear and the Heaven-Defying Heavy Sword clashed violently, producing a shocking and earth-shaking sound.

  "Huh." A strong gust of wind stirred, the intact arena suddenly collapsed with a loud crash, and dust and sand swirled in the air, obscuring the view.

  "What a powerful collision!" The crowd's eyes flashed with shock and amazement.

  "Judging from the battle just now, the two are evenly matched, and it's unclear who will be the final winner."

  "Although Yi Chen was also in the Soul Realm, he was only at the initial stage and was still far from being able to contend with Gu Lin."

  "This does make sense, I think Gulin will win in the end." The murmurs rose up in Central Square, everyone waiting for the final outcome.

  "Pffft." Under everyone's gaze, suddenly, a figure flew out of the sandstorm, and for a moment, everyone's eyes widened in shock.