"But Gu Sheng must die!"
"Grandfather means—"
"I have already uncovered his background."
Killing intent blazed in the old ancestor's eyes.
"The Nine Grotto-Heavens are indeed formidable, but he is only in the Earth Martial Realm. Once we return to Great Desolation City, I will ask several old friends to act and make sure he is utterly eradicated!"
Meng Xiao hesitated.
"But what if Gu Sheng has some great power behind him?"
"Fool!"
The old ancestor roared sternly.
"Since we have already become enemies, we must pull out the roots! Otherwise, once he grows stronger, it will be the day our Meng Family is wiped out! Remember, in the cultivation world, it is either you die or I die. There is no room for the slightest soft-heartedness!"
Meng Xiao shuddered all over before solemnly replying.
"This grandson will remember Grandfather's teachings!"
The old ancestor said no more and urged his escape light to its limit.
He appeared calm on the surface, but stormy waves churned in his heart.
Gu Sheng was merely in the Earth Martial Realm, yet he had taken his Myriad Thunder Heart-Piercing Palm head-on and had nearly beheaded him with a single sword strike! If this boy was not eliminated, he would surely become a grave threat in the future!
Inside the Divine Craftsman's Maze Hall, time seemed to stand still.
Gu Sheng sat cross-legged, a faint golden glow surrounding him. After over a dozen hours of meditation, more than half of his injuries had recovered.
He slowly opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed through them before vanishing, while his blood and qi surged through his body with a low rumble.
"My physical body still isn't strong enough."
Gu Sheng examined himself internally, his brow slightly furrowed. Though he had won his battle against the Meng