Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Chapter 270 One Man Holds a City (Further Updated Ten Thousand Words, Please Subscribe!)_2

At that moment, Gu Chen's golden hair was stained with blood, and his left palm glowed, continuously absorbing the essence and spirit from Nataru, the martial arts master.

Before long, Nataru was devoid of life, truly and utterly dead.

"Don't rush, your turn is coming," said Gu Chen, his eyes alight with a golden glow and blood in his hair, giving him a somewhat sinister look as he turned his gaze toward the last of the barbarian commanders in the distance.

Meanwhile, upon witnessing their leader slain so bloodily by Gu Chen, fear crept into the hearts of many barbarian soldiers. Even though their numbers were vast like the tide, none dared to advance any further, but instead kept retreating.

"Kill, charge, don't be afraid, he's just one person, he can't possibly overcome so many of us!"

The remaining barbarian martial arts master bellowed, "Think of your wives and children, do you want them to live forever in darkness within the boundless mountains?"

At these words, the barbarian soldiers, who had been fearful, suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Who are we? We are descendants of gods and demons, with incredibly powerful bloodlines. Our ancestors had once made the entire continent kneel before them, the Human Clan used to be our food. We must not forget the glory of our ancestors, how can you be so fearful?!"

With these words, the faltering fighting spirit of the barbarian soldiers began to reignite subtly.

Seeing this, the barbarian master took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and roared, "With an army of one hundred and twenty thousand, can't we crush a single Human Clan insect? Charge, tell this person we are descendants of gods and demons, without a single weakling amongst us.

Kill him, and whoever beheads this man, I shall make a commander of ten thousand, whoever severs his arm, a commander of a thousand!"

With just three sentences, this barbarian master managed to rally the fighting spirit of the barbarian soldiers back to its peak.

Where great rewards lie, fearless warriors gather. Moreover, with the blood of gods and demons within them, the barbarians were already impulsive and quick to anger. In an instant, emotions were stirred, morale surged.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The barbarian soldiers, including those at the Vajra Stage, Gang Qi Stage, and even the Returning to True Stage, attacked one after another, throwing themselves at Gu Chen as if their lives meant nothing.

"Kill him, charge, sever his arms, decapitate him, and your meritorious deeds will be remembered by the godly tribe for eternity. Your descendants, your offspring, will all be grateful for what you do today!"

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"Kill!"

"Crush Da Xia, charge!"

An endless tide of barbarian soldiers came forward, nearly a hundred thousand strong. Originally, Yanrong and the others were exhilarated to see Gu Chen cutting down two barbarian martial masters among the army, thinking that victory was within grasp.

But at that moment, their expressions changed drastically, and they called out loudly, "Gu Chen, come back!"

There are limits to human strength, and even a martial master would tire against tens of thousands, reaching a point of exhaustion eventually.

Only when one reaches the Innate Stage, and is able to draw upon the Heavenly Earth Essence Qi, does one truly transcend the mundane. With countless enemies, those without combatants of the same tier wouldn't be able to touch them.

It is for this reason that those in the Innate Stage, so detached, are reverently called grandmasters by all martial artists throughout the lands.

Even if Gu Chen was extraordinary, he was still far from reaching the Innate Stage, and thus Yanrong and the others did not believe he could face a hundred thousand enemies alone.

At that moment, the black press of people was like a tidal wave, squeezing towards Gu Chen. Thousands of troops came together with one goal: to kill one man.

A martial master not yet in his twenties!

A single man combatting an army of a hundred and twenty thousand barbarians—no matter the outcome for Gu Chen today, this scene would certainly be recorded in the annals of history.

"Gu Chen, come back now, this isn't the time to show off!"

"Brother Gu, come back, we will make a long-term plan!"

It wasn't just Yanrong calling. Wang Shuyu and his brothers, as well as LiuLuo and Zi Qing from the Yao Platform Sect, were all calling out to Gu Chen.

Gu Chen stood tall and upright, clad in black robes, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, arrogantly standing outside Yulong City, and said softly, "So be it, today, I shall indeed unleash a massacre!"

Whir!

As Gu Chen decided to unleash the massacre, the gauntlet segment embedded in the flesh of his left hand seemed to resonate, trembling slightly.

"Truly a malevolent weapon!"

Gu Chen gave a carefree smile; if it could kill, then it was a good weapon, even if it was malevolent.

With a clap, Gu Chen brought his palms together, and the Great Sun Divine Gangqi within him, lasting six hundred and thirty years, also boiled to an extreme at this moment, causing the temperature in the air to begin rising sharply.

"Eight Desolations Azure Dragon!"

Accompanied by Gu Chen's light shout, suddenly, eight mighty dragon shadows, long and sinewy, rose from behind him, and at the same time, a high-pitched dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and earth.

"Roar!"

With just that dragon's roar, hundreds of barbarian soldiers at the forefront burst open, dead on the spot.

The hot blood that gushed out splashed on the faces of the soldiers behind them.

The next moment, as Gu Chen punched out, those eight intimidating dragon shadows also burst forth aggressively.

"Ahhh..."

As the eight dragons roamed through the battlefield, countless barbarian soldiers died at every turn.

The eight dragons were like eight meat grinders, and as long as the Great Sun Divine Gangqi within Gu Chen was inexhaustible, they would never vanish.

However, since the Great Sun Divine Illumination True Classic was an Earthly Martial Skill with incredibly fast recovery rates, Gu Chen could easily sustain this consumption for a short duration.

"Blood Shadow!"

With a shout from Gu Chen, the Blood Shadow Sword that had always hung at his waist finally found its use in combat, automatically unsheathing with a clang, it plunged into the crowd to begin its massacre.

Gu Chen himself also took large strides, and with each punch, he felled dozens or hundreds of barbarian soldiers.

Occasionally, Gu Chen would also use the Superior Martial Skill called True Yang Sword Finger, shooting out thick sword energies, which sliced countless barbarian soldiers in half.

At that moment, Gu Chen was like a demonic slaughterer, mercilessly killing the lives of barbarian soldiers, no matter how many of them surged forward—one came, he killed one; two came, he killed a pair. Soon, his body, gleaming with golden radiance, became drenched in fresh blood, including even his hair—both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

He was like an indefatigable perpetual motion machine, throwing punch after punch, with ripples of golden light emanating from his body. Within a ten-foot radius, all the barbarian soldiers were frozen in place, only able to watch themselves being slaughtered by Gu Chen.

"No... do not!"

"Ahhh..."

"Devil, he's a devil!"

At a certain point, it was not Gu Chen who exhausted his strength, but the barbarian soldiers who first collapsed. They panicked to the extreme, fleeing in a disorganized frenzy. Seeing the figure before them stained red with blood, they felt an unprecedented fear.

Not just them, even the last martial arts master of the barbarians, along with Yanrong of Yulong City and others, were left with dry mouths and speechless, staring agape at the scene.

The corpse army of the Holy Shadows Sect also stood still, because their manipulators, the dozens of sect's martial artists, were all dumbfounded as well.

Gu Chen alone defended the city, facing an army of one hundred and twenty thousand barbarians, killing alone, instilling a bone-chilling fear in the crowd of enemies!

At this moment, the whole world fell into a profound silence, with not a bird or insect to be heard.