Is this the Gu God?
Ning Qi raised an eyebrow.
Looking at the face that closely resembled Lan Yiyi’s, he knew his previous speculation was correct, and the words of the Gu God further confird it.
However, what Ning Qi was most concerned about was the faint golden light emanating from the Gu God’s body.
It was precisely this golden light that blocked the giant Celestial Sword.
"This golden light seems to emit from within the body, possessing an extraordinary hardness, sowhat restraining the sharpness of the Sword Qi?" Ning Qi utilized the Golden Pupil of Illusion-breaking, already seeing through a few aspects of the truth.
Perhaps this is the Gu God’s confidence.
Lan Yiyi listened to the words of the Gu God, her body trembling uncontrollably, and she scread angrily:
"Get out! I’m not your daughter, get out of here!"
She was unable to accept it.
Qin Yun, tornted inside, wished he could take her place. He held onto Lan Yiyi’s frail body, glaring angrily at the Gu God:
"Scum like you don’t deserve to be a father!"
The Gu God was not angry, simply looking leisurely at Qin Yun and Lan Yiyi, he laughed and said:
"I wondered where that half of your Life Essence went, turns out you found yourself a suitable lover. However, your choice is not as good as your mother’s. But it’s just as well; you both ca here together, saving the trouble of finding you myself."
Though he laughed, his eyes remained utterly indifferent, even when looking at his own daughter.
Lan Yiyi’s eyes turned red.
The person before her treated her as a tool; from birth to growth, her entire life had been manipulated, and much of it was false.
If she could, she’d tear off the head of the person in front of her with her own hands.
Qin Yun held her hand, coldly staring at the Gu God:
"Arrogant words, give so ti, and you’ll know what despair is."
The Gu God sneered, now uninterested in conversing with these two pests; he knew the key today was not these two, but rather the silent young Taoist boy, the terrifying Sword Qi from his recent slumber still made him cautious. Although he had blocked it, it was enough to demonstrate the boy’s extraordinariness.
"You must be the Ancient Saint Tianjian?" the Gu God smiled, "Shall we make a deal?"
Ning Qi said nothing, his Golden Pupil scanning, attempting to pierce through the essence of the golden light, seeking his opponent’s flaws.
Through the flow of aura on the golden light’s surface, he made so guesses.
It seed to be a golden skeleton.
Seeing Ning Qi remain silent, the Gu God continued:
"Give these two people to , and I owe you a favor. In the future, I’ll assist you unconditionally once, how about that?"
He was very confident.
Once he stepped into the Martial Saint Realm, he would be among the few at the pinnacle of existence. Such a favor would be invaluable; at their level, desires were clear, nothing more than pursuing higher and farther paths.
He anticipated Ning Qi’s response.
Yet Ning Qi smiled.
"Not interested."
The Gu God frowned.
"You can’t do anything to . Rather than anger a strong enemy, why not turn enemies into friends, and you don’t have to pay any price."
As he spoke.
The golden light on his body suddenly surged, as if forming a golden Spirit Armor on his surface, showcasing strong defense.
He was demonstrating his power.
Ning Qi said calmly:
"Instead of that, I’m more interested in the skeleton inside your body."
The Gu God was both shocked and angry, angered by Ning Qi’s domineering deanor, surprised that Ning Qi saw through his reality. However, he quickly cald his emotions:
"So be it, if that’s the case, let us fight."
His gaze was indifferent, if the other side is unwilling to negotiate, then he shall battle. Even if it is an Ancient Saint, so what? He feared nothing!
As his words fell.
The golden light on his body suddenly radiated, a torrent of Spiritual Power burst from within him, mixing with that golden light to transform into a golden Fist Seal, pressing down like an ancient mountain, full of weightiness, freezing the entire space.
But Ning Qi moved faster.
The White Dragon roared to the sky, enveloped in mist, the dragon revealed its tail, then the True Dragon extended its claws, grabbing towards the Gu God, space twisting under the dragon claw. With a simple wave, Ning Qi whisked Qin Yun and Lan Yiyi into the White Mist at the back; such a high-level battle was better not to be too close, to prevent Ning Qi from having to expend effort to care for them.
Dragon claw and golden fist clashed violently.
The terrifying explosion resounded through the sky, waves of shock spread outward from the impact center, the Ancestral Land, already ruins, was ravaged once more.
The Gu God shouted:
"So the so-called Ancient Saint is nothing special!"
He laughed skyward, his figure soaring up, golden light mixed with Spiritual Power swirling around him, brimming with an explosive montum.
Ning Qi raised an eyebrow slightly.
He understood.
The Spiritual Power controlled by the Gu God was vast, but his thod of utilizing it was very crude.
"Is this Blood Emperor Gu so useful?"
Ning Qi recalled the origins of cultivating the Blood Emperor Gu, initially ford by extracting human blood essence and various precious herbs into Blood King Gu, then through battles among many Blood King Gus, eventually achieving the Blood Emperor Gu. Could it actually cultivate such dense Spirit through this thod?
He was a bit amazed.
"It seems there might be extrely thin Spirit within the human body, the mont one’s Root Bone forms, perhaps due to resonance with the world."
While pondering, his actions did not slow.
The White Dragon unleashed its power, spewing out bright white light, if observed closely, resembled drizzle with a bone-eroding might. The Gu God condensed another giant golden palm, but in an instant, it was pierced through with holes by the bright white drizzle.
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