"Ah..."
The five assassins from the Blood Garment Tower, wearing iron masks, screamed miserably as they were hurled away. Their internal organs were nearly dislocated, and their mouths spurted out blood uncontrollably.
Mo Zilin and others, who were watching from a distance outside the inn, also felt a fierce wind against their faces when Gu Chen unleashed that palm strike, causing a stinging pain on their cheeks.
Even those who were standing far away and watching felt this, it was imaginable what kind of fate befell those assassins of the Blood Garment Tower who were close at hand.
Among the crowd, the pupils of Mo Zilin and the elder of the Heavenly Saber Sect, Hu Wanyuan, suddenly constricted. Such terrifying cultivation shocked both of their hearts deeply.
To think that these were five Vajra Stage martial artists made from copper and iron, and yet they were injured to such an extent by just one palm strike from Gu Chen?
Especially Mo Zilin, who was originally full of confidence, believing Gu Chen could not possibly be his match and had not taken Gu Chen seriously. But after witnessing that scene, Gu Chen's status in his mind had skyrocketed.
In Mo Zilin's view, perhaps Gu Chen's physical body could not reach his level in the Vajra Stage, but in terms of cultivation, Gu Chen was already not much weaker than him.
At the same time, a question emerged in his mind. How could Gu Chen, who was only in his twenties and had just broken through to the Vajra Stage, possess such profound cultivation?
Meanwhile, in the crowd of the Canghai Sect, Yu Qiushi felt a sense of gloom after witnessing Gu Chen's strength.
Back at Phoenix Crying Mountain, he could still consider himself Gu Chen's opponent, exchanging a few moves, but to his surprise, only a few months had passed, and Gu Chen's progress had been so rapid that he could no longer even see his back.
However, Yu Qiushi had a resolute disposition and was not discouraged. Instead, a surge of motivation rose in his heart.
At this moment, inside the inn, the five assassins from the Blood Garment Tower lay scattered on the ground, and it took them a long while to stand back up.
Gu Chen stood still, his demeanor calm and indifferent, as if that palm strike had been a casual effort that did not deplete much of his internal energy.
With his current level of cultivation, even without using martial arts, merely relying on the profound and mighty internal energy within him, he was more than any Vajra Stage martial artist could withstand.
If Gu Chen were to exert his full strength, the entire inn would collapse in an instant, and even Mo Zilin and others watching from not far away would be greatly affected.
But these were no ordinary men - they were killers personally trained by the Blood Garment Tower. Despite some displacement in their internal organs and multiple bone fractures, they bit down on their teeth and stubbornly stood up.
The next moment, they flipped their palms, and five dark cylindrical hidden weapons appeared in their hands, all aimed at Gu Chen.
A faint sense of crisis surfaced in Gu Chen's heart, and the next moment, accompanied by a series of piercing sounds, silver light burst out from five directions, sealing off all possible escapes for Gu Chen.
Mo Zilin, standing in the distance, felt a chill run through his body. With so many Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles, even if he had reached the level of his body as sturdy as a wild dragon, he would have to be very careful and not take anything for granted.
Yang Mingyue stood next to Mo Zilin, her gaze venomous as she watched Gu Chen being besieged. She stared unwaveringly at Gu Chen, wishing nothing more than for him to be dismembered on the spot by those assassins from the Blood Garment Tower.
Hum!
A layer of golden light spread from Gu Chen's body. The protective Golden Bell Shield emerged once again, enveloping Gu Chen within it. The silver needles struck the Golden Bell Shield, and its surface rippled like water, withstanding wave after wave of the relentless Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles.
In the heart of it all, Gu Chen stood firm like a rock on the seashore, unmovable despite the fierce crashing of the waves.
The five cylinders ejected over a thousand Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles, the dazzling silver light making it nearly impossible to keep one's eyes open. Even a Vajra Stage martial artist with a body like a wild dragon standing there would be riddled through, yet Gu Chen, protected by the Golden Bell Shield chant, completely blocked them all.
After the battle, Gu Chen had no desire to stay there any longer. He didn't say a word, ignoring Mo Zilin and his group, and simply left the place.
If it weren't for the fact that Gu Chen wasn't completely confident in dealing with Hu Wanyuan, who had reached the Gang Qi Stage, he would have already made his move and left Mo Zilin and his group behind right there.
As he passed by the Canghai Sect, Gu Chen nodded at Yu Qiushi, who nodded back.
This time, Yu Qiushi had come to the Yao Platform gathering to broaden his horizons. The younger generation of the Canghai Sect truly had few outstanding individuals to offer, and they could only be onlookers at the Yao Platform gathering.
Seeing himself ignored by Gu Chen, a hint of irritation flashed in Mo Zilin's eyes. He felt that Gu Chen was really not very perceptive, but he still held it in, took a deep breath, and did not act out.
Everything would become clear at the Yao Platform gathering.
...
Quickly, another three days passed. Gu Chen had been traveling without rest, and on this day, he arrived at a place known as Cloud Smoke City.
Dozens of miles outside Cloud Smoke City was a lake, and beside the lake stood a mountain shrouded in mist—it was where the gates of the Yao Platform Sect were located.
However, since the Yao Platform gathering hadn't started yet, the Yao Platform Sect wasn't receiving visitors at this stage, so Gu Chen came to Cloud Smoke City to wait.
Today, Cloud Smoke City was bustling, with red lanterns hanging along the streets and people coming and going. Although it was night, it felt like day.
Walking down the street, following the crowd, Gu Chen was looking for an inn to stay in, but after inquiring at several places, all were already full with no rooms left to offer him.
This made Gu Chen somewhat puzzled. How had all the powers arrived so quickly? The Yao Platform gathering wouldn't start for another seven or eight days, yet they had all already arrived?
At that moment, as Gu Chen walked down the street, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. Turning around, he saw a young man with an unremarkable appearance and a smile on his face.
Gu Chen felt a sense of familiarity emanating from the man, but he was sure he had never seen this person before.
After all, Gu Chen's mental acuity was not weak; if he had seen someone before, he would certainly remember them.
This was quite strange then. Never having met, yet feeling familiar, a spark of insight suddenly flashed through Gu Chen's mind, and he instantly recognized the identity of the man before him.
"You are... Luo Feng?!"
Indeed, the person before him was "Grass on the Wind," Luo Feng, whom Gu Chen had encountered in Li Mountain County.
The young man smiled faintly, saying, "Brother Gu really has sharp eyes. After so long without seeing each other, you recognized me at a glance upon our meeting. I even start to wonder if you've drugged me, or if you have some personal designs on me, to remember me so vividly?"
Upon hearing this, several black lines appeared on Gu Chen's forehead, saying, "Are you really this thick-skinned?"
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"Thick-skinned? What do you mean by that?" Luo Feng looked puzzled.
Gu Chen shook his head, realizing that Luo Feng didn't understand this kind of "avant-garde" language from a previous life. He took another look at Luo Feng and said, "Never mind, it doesn't mean anything. What about you, how did you end up here?"
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