Chapter 122

Back then, even that fellow Kou Tongguang was no match for Gu Xingjian in a single exchange.

Let alone himself, who had yet to even grasp sword intent.

Thinking of this, Hu Long's face went flustered, and he hurriedly waved his hands: "How immensely powerful is your strength? I know full well I'm no match for you, so I won't come out and make a fool of myself. I think we can skip this sword match, yes?"

Gu Xingjian's expression did not change. He held his sword in one hand, suspended before his chest, the razor-sharp tip aimed straight at Hu Long.

"If you don't make a move, then it'll be my turn."

As the words fell, wisps of even more powerful sword-intent pressure spread out in all directions, pervading every inch of space, erupting with the utmost edge!

Sweat broke out on Hu Long's forehead, and he nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At this moment, he felt the icy chill seeping out from the other's sword intent.

He did not doubt for a second that if he truly refused to strike, the other party would not bother with so many considerations and would simply raise his sword and thrust.

Realizing this, Hu Long hurriedly pulled himself together and drew his sword from his Purple Mansion space.

Right after, he took a single arrow-step and in an instant arrived before Gu Xingjian. He channeled his primeval force to cling to the blade and, aiming at the chest area, cleaved out a slash!

At the sight of this, contempt surfaced on Gu Xingjian's face. His body stood ramrod straight; he did not even stir. He merely exerted force from his wrist and flicked upward—in an instant, he sent Hu Long's sword flying!

Immediately after, he used the flat of his blade to slap Hu Long across the face, sending him staggering back several steps, groaning in pain.

Gu Xingjian slung the sword in his hand behind his back and said disdainfully: "Weak, far too weak. With swordsmanship like yours, you don't even have the qualifications to make me use a new sword technique."

In the span of a mere breath, he had already thoroughly probed Hu Long's true strength.

Although the other party possessed the cultivation base of the third layer of the Primeval Sea Realm, he had not grasped sword intent, and his foundation was extremely shallow—his combat power was far weaker than he had imagined.

In short, this so-called Fallen Maple Sect Sect Master seemed to be nothing more than a watered-down Primeval Sea cultivator forcibly piled up with resources.

At this moment, as Gu Xingjian's taunting words fell—

Hu Long clenched both fists tightly, the veins on his forehead twitching wildly, his heart seething with fury.

He had just been about to find some excuse to argue back for his defeat.

But Gu Xingjian gave him no such chance.

Casually driving the sword in his hand point-first into the ground, his figure flashed and he arrived before Hu Long, punching out several fist-shadows with lightning speed!

Facing the fierce offensive unleashed by Gu Xingjian, this cultivator of the ninth layer of the Primeval Sea Realm—

Hu Long had absolutely no power to resist at all.

After taking dozens of blows head-on, his flesh split open all over—

He collapsed to the ground like a heap of dead mud, unable to move.

Seeing himself beaten for no reason at all, Hu Long was filled with grief and indignation.

With extreme difficulty, he raised his head to look at Gu Xingjian: "Gu Jianzong! I don't recall ever having offended you in the past. Why must you bully me with your cultivation base today?"

"Don't forget, this place is not the outside world—it is Cangwu Mountain! My visit to the Jiang family this trip can at least be counted as a guest of the Jiang family. If you act so wantonly, disregarding Jiang Jianzong's face and striking anyway, once word gets out, aren't you afraid it will damage the Jiang family's reputation and make everyone afraid to visit the Jiang family in the future?"

Hu Long understood that if the other party still intended to press the attack to the death, then today he was most likely going to be finished here for good.

To save his life, he had dragged out the Jiang family's banner, hoping to use Jiang Jianzong's prestige to make the other party wary and rein himself in somewhat.

However, the idea was beautiful, but reality was harsh.

He saw Gu Xingjian suddenly extend his left hand, grab Hu Long by the back of his collar in one grip, and with a slight exertion of force, instantly hoisted the other's gravely wounded body up.

Just as Hu Long was stunned, a slightly playful voice suddenly rang out beside his ear: "Oh? I am now a Jiang family retainer. Are you certain you want to use the Clan Leader my lord's name to pressure me?"