Certain Death

Some disciples standing too close were directly sent flying by the force, coughing up blood. Among them were even core disciples at the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Hahaha! You? And you dare claim you'll hold up the sky if it falls? What laughable overconfidence!" Venerable King Qiankun laughed as he pointed at Gu Sheng, his face full of mockery.

The surrounding disciples began whispering among themselves.

An older core disciple had deep fear in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Venerable King Qiankun's strength is simply terrifying. I can sense a lethal threat in his laughter. If he truly attacks us, I'm afraid no one here will be able to stop him."

Ju Jiarong, another former strong contender for the position of Holy Son, nodded as well and said helplessly, "That's right. Though I consider myself fairly strong, before Venerable King Qiankun, I have no choice but to admit that I am far from his match.

He is far too powerful. We simply cannot contend against him."

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and their fear of Venerable King Qiankun's strength deepened.

Hearing their discussion, Venerable King Qiankun became even more pleased with himself.

He sneered, then reached out and grabbed. The Primordial Life-Death Sword appeared in his hand.

Holding the longsword, he pointed its tip directly at Gu Sheng and said viciously, "Gu Sheng, if you hand your fiancé over to me today, I will spare your sister's life. Otherwise, I'll make her wish she were dead!"

Hearing Venerable King Qiankun's words, Gu Sheng's fury surged. His eyes turned crimson, and the power within him began to rise wildly.

"Venerable King Qiankun, don't push me too far!"

Gu Sheng roared, and his aura rose with it.

Venerable King Qiankun sensed that Gu Sheng's physical body seemed to have grown much