Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 73 - 73 65 The Murderer Gu Wen Part 4

73: Chapter 65 The Murderer Gu Wen (Part 4) 73: Chapter 65 The Murderer Gu Wen (Part 4) The response to his attack was a spear Qi three feet long, and the White Lotus shattered with a sound.

Feng Baizhou spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his body flying backward.

At this moment of life and death, he clenched his teeth and no longer concealed his true strength.

Fourth Level Foundation Establishment, Fifth Level, Sixth Level!

All of his Fourth Realm great power tilted, and his backward-falling body momentarily halted, then he unexpectedly floated in midair, his hair wild in the dance of mana surrounding him.

Boom!

With a flick of his fingers, Feng Baizhou blocked Gu Wen’s strike, a White Lotus illusion appeared, saying, “I don’t know who you are, but merely a Third Level Foundation Establishment isn’t enough to defeat me, even with the military dharma form and the Holy Spirit Form, it’s far from sufficient.”

“I am but a humble person who once reached the ninth place on the Human List.”

Gu Wen paused slighty, feeling the opponent’s Sixth Level Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Finally interested, he smirked and said, “How do you know it’s not enough?”

The Flame Spear Qi rose ten feet high, the red dragon bowed its head, the dharma form enveloping everything.

In the Immortal Land, only the highest talents prevail.

Could he really kill a Sixth Level with a Third Level Foundation Establishment?

Feng Baizhou’s White Lotus dharma form unfolded, covering a thousand meters high, pressing down from above.

He had almost exhausted all his means, except burning his life.

He knew he could not hold back, otherwise, he might indeed die here.

Although the opponent was a genius, he inevitably had a limit.

Above the White Lotus, a red spot appeared, a flash of red light passing through, piercing Feng Baizhou’s body, leaving a fist-sized hole in his chest, perfectly framing the sun above.

“This…

impossible!

How could I be defeated by someone three realms below me!”

Feng Baizhou roared near madness, like a trapped beast in its dying throes, his aura surged wildly.

Gu Wen had already soared to the sky, sweeping him down with a spear, then stabbing into the body and smashing down to the ground with force.

Boom!

The ground shook slightly, dust filling the air.

As Feng Baizhou’s consciousness blurred, Gu Wen walked slowly towards him, stepping on his handsome face with one foot, dirt sullying it, while gradually pulling out the heavy spear with the other hand.

It was not an insult, just a good leverage.

“Impossible…

you are but Third Level Foundation Establishment…”

Gu Wen, towering above, spoke with a mix of disdain and as if it were only natural, calmly saying,

“You are nothing but a mediocrity.”

Although he had Sixth Level Foundation Establishment, not one level was fulfilled.

His talent supported him up to the Sixth Level Foundation Establishment but was insufficient to support even a single fulfilled level.

Therefore, Feng Baizhou was mediocre, a mediocre prodigy.

Gu Wen, on the other hand, had only Third Level Foundation Establishment, but one fulfilled level was worth two of his ordinary Foundation Establishments.

Additionally, his military dharma form was stronger than the White Lotus dharma form, and he had the top Five Elements Spirit Form, which gave him five more Spirit Forms than his opponent, thus making up for the gap of one level of Foundation Establishment.

In some sense, the two were on an equal footing, and under such circumstances, how could Feng Baizhou possibly win against Gu Wen.

Is this what it means to become an Immortal, a mediocrity dares to step into it?

Feng Baizhou froze, as if recalling a thousand years ago, when he was a spirited youth, also beaten to the ground in this manner.

That white robe, that cold sword light, that unsurpassed elegance.

His name, Sword Master.

With his last ounce of strength, he erupted into mad laughter: “Hahaha!

How unfair!

How utterly unfair, a thousand years of cultivation, and yet I’m no match for a mere servant of yours!”

As soon as he finished speaking, his head was crushed by the hundred-jin heavy spearhead, bones scattering three meters away, with red and white splattered all over the ground.

I gave you a comment, and you did catch your breath.

Gu Wen turned away, at the end of the street, countless armored soldiers surged forward.

On the street, one man with a spear, the commoners peeking through doors and windows, through the cracks in the alleys, countless eyes watched him.

Gu Wen charged into the midst of the army, a spear thrust skyward, blood scattering under the bright sun.

The road leading to Dragon Bridge was lined with imperial guards, a formidable barrier obstructing his advance.

Qin Mian, as a member of the imperial guard and staying within Gu Wen’s residence, suddenly stood among them.

He watched as severed limbs and body parts flew through the distance, the intense smell of blood filling his nostrils, they numbly moved forward as if walking towards an inevitable death.

A shadowy figure, profound and demonic, gradually emerged into his sight, and the number of his comrades ahead began to dwindle.

That figure was once under his protection, constantly monitored by the order of the royal house, often surreptitiously aiding the common people at Dragon Bridge, and also the person who would greet the guards with cordiality in the early mornings, approachable and generous, Mr.

Wen.

Swords and spears pelted his body, thousands eyed him with fear and anger.

He laughed lightly amidst the slaughter, strolling through puddles of blood.

The former tranquility was utterly vanished, leaving only an unparalleled might, a courage to face thousands alone!

Everyone in front of Qin Mian had perished, and he stood in the front row.

The long spears of the surrounding soldiers thrust forward, followed by myriad spears shattering their bodies, clearing the area within ten steps.

He did not make a move, simply standing there dumbfounded, and because of that, he survived.

Thump.

Qin Mian slumped to the ground, a voice as tranquil as the early mornings reaching his ear.

“Qin Mian.”

Gu Wen placed a hand on his shoulder, the blood on it quickly staining the armor on his shoulder red.

Facing the guard who once ran errands for him now crossed in arms, he harbored no blame, duty bound, compelled by circumstance.

Understanding the ordinariness of others, accepting their mediocrity—a quality he ought to possess.

“Are you alright?”

Qin Mian, looking up, said bitterly, “Mr.

Wen, are you an Immortal?”

Gu Wen nodded slightly, amidst idle conversation his sword qi was refined and his killing intent turned sharp; in an instant, heads fell like fruit.

“Go to Nanshui.

The boat leaves today.”

Before Qin Mian could reply, he was flung away, thrown heavily onto the roof of a wayside shelter, then crashing into a pile of baskets.

Struggling to his feet, he heard Gu Wen’s voice from afar.

“The one killing you…”

Gu Wen, standing tall with his spear among the corpses,

“Gu Wen, a commoner without a surname, remember that well on your journey to the Yellow Springs!”

Without a name known in the world of the living, the one killing today was Gu Wen, and only he, Gu Wen, dared kill.

He could have bypassed the imperial guard, but he chose to kill his way through, forging a path through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Eventually, with less than a third of the imperial guard dead or wounded, they began to flee.

Gu Wen did not pursue those who escaped; dragging the body of Daqian’s second-in-command, he headed towards Dragon Bridge.

—————–

Atop Dragon Bridge, the ceremonial procession unfurled from both sides.

On the left and right, ranked the armored guards, the bearers of the yellow standards and spears, and the cavalry guard—all positioned according to rank.

At the forefront, Zhao Feng rode a white horse, clad in a python robe, bearing the dignified aura of the royal family, his head held high and chest puffed out.

He had fully recovered and through medicinal pills reached the Second Level of Foundation Establishment, almost a leap to the heavens.

His previously strict father, the Emperor, suddenly allowed him substantial usage of pills that could accelerate his cultivation and even actively helped him concoct a pill even better than the Condensing Dao Pill.

Now he did not only repair his foundation but also reached the Second Level of Foundation Establishment in one step.

From the lavishly decorated jade buildings on both sides of Dragon Bridge, thanks to his foundation, he could sense countless gazes converging on him, filled with scrutiny.

These were representatives from the major Immortal Sects, who had gathered in Bianjing during this time, as well as a group of treacherous officials and rebels, plaguing the Zhao family’s realm.

As Zhao Feng passed Qianfeng Tower, he tightened the silk and jade reins, and the white horse, along with the entire procession, came to a halt.

He looked up towards the highest point of Dragon Bridge and said, “I have heard the Fox Fairy resides here, may I have the honor of meeting her?”

The surrounding crowd fell silent, the representatives of the Immortal Sects had not expected Zhao Feng to dare to provoke Lu Chan directly, the Mirror Fox Fairy from the Earth Rankings’ sixth position.

Even though she had recently been overtaken by a prodigy named Red Dust and fallen to sixth, it wasn’t due to weakness on Lu Chan’s part; she simply stepped down a rank, pressing the ninety-three below her even further down, with the unlucky ones even falling off the list.

But that person named Red Dust was too powerful; even Zhao Feng hadn’t the caliber to challenge Lu Chan.

Yet, on second thought, this was Bianjing, and his father was the Lord Emperor; indeed, he could afford to be a bit arrogant.

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