Chapter 5: The Mighty Old Man (Part 2)
Nan Ming and Nan Zhi Chun were extremely nervous, as both of them were on Guo Shier’s altar. If Guo Shier turned against them, they would have no chance of resisting at all.
Guo Shier sneered, “Do you really think I’ll believe you? Getting tricked last time was normal—twice before that… were you idiots, or was I?”
Jin Longqing knew the other party would never trust him again. His murderous intent surged, and he said, “It’s a shame. I hope you’ll remember—it’s Jin Longqing from the Gu Jin family who killed you! If you have a next life, better not mess with our Gu Jin family!”
Guo Shier looked at him speechlessly, thinking, “I not only have a next life, but also an even next one.” He laughed and said, “Oh? You’re so confident you can kill me? Then go ahead and try!” Then he sent a soul signal: “Elder Hero, I can’t block his attack. If you don’t step in, we’re both dead! Don’t worry, I definitely won’t resist—just kill me!”
The Elder Hero cursed loudly, “You little scumbag, wretch… How can there be someone like you… You’re absolutely despicable! Ugh, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I’m so unlucky… to run into such a heartless guy.”
Guo Shier laughed heartily, arms crossed, ready to be killed. He really had no intention of fighting, knowing that even if he did, it would be useless—the gap in strength was too great. There was a limit to challenging someone beyond one’s level. His abilities and the level of his sacrificial artifact were insufficient; there was no way he could win.
The Elder Hero frantically prepared. Through his soul, he knew Guo Shier truly refused to fight anymore. Once the altar shattered, Guo Shier might not die, but he would surely be killed.
A golden spear appeared—The Soul-Annihilating Spear, the Elder Hero’s sacrificial artifact, ranking at the sixth level. Since Guo Shier refused to fight, the Elder Hero had no choice but to step in. This heartless master left him with no options.
Jin Longqing was a bit overconfident. He said, “There’s no rush. Take your time preparing. Hehe, if you can withstand my attack… I won’t kill you.” He spoke in a tone as if a cat was playing with a mouse. His sacrificial artifact was at the fourth level, and with more refinement, it could reach the fifth level.
Using a sacrificial treasure close to the fifth rank to bully the opponent, Jin Longqing was fully confident that he could shatter the opponent’s altar with just one strike. The opponent only had a two-layer altar, meaning they could at most possess a sacrificial treasure of the third rank. Generally, for professionals with altars, their sacrificial treasures rarely advance in rank alongside the altar; there is usually a difference of one level. So it would be normal for Guo Shier to have a first- or second-rank sacrificial treasure, but having a third-rank one would be unusual.
Jin Daya knew Guo Shier’s sacrificial treasure was of the third rank, but he refused to tell Jin Longqing, even though he hated Guo Shier deeply as well.
The Soul-Annihilating Spear floated above Guo Shier’s head, rotating slowly like a pointer. In truth, this had nothing to do with Guo Shier; it was all controlled secretly by the Old Handsome Guy, but outsiders couldn’t detect it.
Jin Longqing sneered, “Are you ready?” He appeared magnanimous, but in reality, it was already excessive for a master with a four-layer altar to confront someone with a two-layer altar.
Guo Shier smiled shyly and said, “Just wait a bit longer…”
Jin Longqing said, “I’ll give you a fair chance to fight. Just say so when you’re ready!”
Even the disciples of the Gu Jin family felt embarrassed—Jin Longqing was truly shameless to claim it was a fair fight. Many disciples were also extremely excited; seeing the patriarch kill a master with an altar wasn’t an easy feat.
Guo Shier was filled with anticipation. He wanted to see just how powerful the opponent’s wooden needle was, capable of competing with the sixth-rank Soul-Annihilating Spear. The Old Handsome Guy was indeed remarkable—any sacrificial treasure he picked was of the sixth rank.
At this point, Jin Longqing actually felt a bit uneasy, as Guo Shier seemed too calm, showing no awareness of being killed, as if he cared nothing about life or death.
Guo Shier crossed his arms and firmly refused to intervene. His soul fluctuated: “Old Handsome Guy, it’s almost time to act.”
The Old Handsome Guy cursed, “You little bastard!” He hid inside the altar and cast a series of spells. The golden spear gradually extended, changing from a foot-long weapon to a three-meter-long spear that didn’t seem particularly impressive.
Guo Shier pretended indifferently, “Just wait a bit longer… It’ll be done soon.”
Jin Longqing couldn’t help but laugh. He said, “With that sacrificial treasure of yours? Fine, I’ll wait a bit longer, but hurry up—the sooner you die, the sooner it’s over…”
Before he could finish speaking, he heard Guo Shier shout angrily, “Attack!”
In an instant, the Old Handsome Guy cast thousands of spells, and the golden spear shot forward with a howl.
The Soul-Annihilating Gun remained still, and Jin Longqing couldn’t detect anything amiss. But as soon as the gun moved, he immediately sensed an overwhelming soul pressure pressing down like a mountain. How could a professional with a two-tier altar emit such soul pressure?
Jin Longqing was terrified and broke into a cold sweat. He quickly cast a spell, sending giant wooden needles flying forward. In a flurry, he tapped the wooden rings, and in an instant, seven rings formed seven defensive barriers that enveloped the altar. Then, he witnessed something unbelievable.
Before the wooden needles could change, the Soul-Annihilating Gun had already countered them.
Sssh…
With a strange sound, the three-meter-long shaft of the Soul-Annihilating Gun pierced through the wooden needles and emerged from the other end. Countless tiny cracks appeared on the giant wooden needle, with cracks popping everywhere.
Jin Longqing was heartbroken and waved his hand to recall the wooden needle. He had refined this needle for over ninety years; its quality had reached level four, and with more refinement, it could have been upgraded to a level-five sacrificial treasure. Yet it was pierced in one strike by the opponent’s golden gun. As soon as he cast the spell to recall it, there was a loud “bang.”
The giant wooden needle shattered into countless wooden splinters that drifted down. The Soul-Annihilating Gun had destroyed the opponent’s sacrificial treasure with a single strike.
Jin Longqing shouted, “My sacrificial treasure…”
Jin Daya sneered maliciously, “Hehe, that’s what happens for being arrogant! You’re so strong… but still, you’re completely ruined!”
Furious, Jin Longqing roared, “Go!” The golden mace above his head met the Soul-Annihilating Gun.
The handsome old man sneered, “This idiot actually used his life sacrificial treasure to confront my Soul-Annihilating Gun. Hehe, let me show you what real power is like!” He cast over a dozen spells: “Heavenly Strike Pierces… Thousand Pierces in a Row!”
The Soul-Annihilating Gun transformed into countless beams of golden light, meeting the golden mace.
Clang! Clang! Clang…
It was a barrage of piercing attacks. Heavenly Strike Pierces was the most basic attack method of the Soul-Annihilating Gun. It was also the old man’s last resort—after all, he was a spirit worshipper, not a true altar master. He could only control a portion of the gun’s power. In simple terms, he could command the gun to deliver physical attacks but not attribute attacks.
Guo Shier crossed his arms and watched the attacks of the Soul-Annihilating Gun with a smile. As for Nan Ming and Nan Zhi Chun, they were utterly stunned, unable to believe their eyes. A professional with a two-tier altar was defeating a master with a four-tier altar without any chance to fight back—it was simply absurd.
Jin Longqing was confused, his mind in chaos. Instinctively, he ordered the altar to retreat.
The Golden Hammer was his life-blessing sacrificial artifact, and under the storm-like attacks of the Soul-Annihilating Gun, cracks appeared all over it. He suddenly realized that if the attacks continued, the Golden Hammer would be completely destroyed. Letting out a loud roar, he desperately cast spells in an attempt to resist. But the sixth-grade Soul-Annihilating Gun wasn’t something so easy to deal with.
At first, Jin Daya mocked Jin Longqing, but when he saw Jin Longqing utterly unable to fight back, he became panicked too. Shouting, “Back off! Damn it… how is he so strong… Back off! Back off!” he didn’t dare charge forward anymore. His own sacrificial artifact was almost ruined, and part of the altar had also shattered—how could he dare advance further?
Jin Longqing didn’t spare him, shouting angrily, “Daya, go!” He wanted to seize any chance. He had been too careless earlier, not only losing the initiative but also unable to withstand the opponent’s attacks. Especially since the altar was under the opponent’s control, leaving him no chance to dodge.
The old man’s attacks were completely different from Guo Shier’s. This guy had been a supreme expert in his lifetime and once possessed a seven-layer altar. He always locked onto his opponent first, preventing them from teleporting, then kept attacking relentlessly, leaving no chance for the opponent to catch their breath.
Guo Shier was greatly impressed. Only then did he realize the vast gap between himself and the old man—completely incomparable. He couldn’t help but exclaim in awe, “The old man is amazing! The old man is mighty!”
Jin Daya was furious. What did “Daya… go?” mean? He immediately retreated backward. Only a fool would charge forward. They were all ancestors; even if someone was one rank lower, it wasn’t his place to give orders.
Jin Longqing was frantic, shouting, “Daya… damn it… go on!”
Jin Daya replied coldly, “Go to hell… I have to protect my disciple!” Then he added, “Tsk tsk, someone with a two-layer altar dares to challenge someone of a higher rank, forcing this guy to scream in pain. And that birdman still only has a four-layer altar, getting beaten into a mess and begging for help. Hmph, what a shame!”
The Golden Hammer had already been retracted. Jin Longqing didn’t dare continue fighting. If he used it to block again, his life-blessing sacrificial artifact would be completely destroyed. He had never seen such a ferocious golden gun—it had nearly made him spit blood. Coupled with Jin Daya’s mocking remarks, repeating the insults he had said, he was on the verge of going crazy.
Puh! Puh!
The two-layer wooden rings shattered. Jin Longqing panicked and retreated desperately, but the altar couldn’t keep up with the Soul-Annihilating Gun.
Puh! Puh! Puh!
Another three layers of wooden rings shattered. Out of a total of seven layers of defensive rings, five had broken at once, leaving only two. If they continued fighting, their attacks would reach the altar. His face turned deathly pale, his facial muscles trembling violently, as he regretted it deeply: If only he had known this guy was so powerful, why had he provoked him?
A burst of cold flame erupted, leaving behind a long trail of white smoke. Jin Longqing was at a loss—he no longer had even the sacrificial treasure to rely on and could only use the cold flame for defense. Yet the cold flame wasn’t suitable for defense. He could only hope it would hold off the attacks long enough for him to activate the altar’s own defenses. So far, he hadn’t even had time to activate the altar’s defenses, which showed just how skillful Old Shuai’s attack methods were.
As soon as Old Shuai’s Soul-Annihilating Gun made contact with the cold flame, he exclaimed in surprise, “Huh? There’s actually such a treasure… Oh no, this fool… actually refined it into a sacrificial treasure… How stupid…”
Guo Shier didn’t understand. “What is this thing?” Something that could surprise Old Shuai surely wasn’t an ordinary item—this old man had excellent taste.