Shadowless Sword Gu

Zhou Feng felt not the slightest fear toward the side effects of the Demonic Blade Golden Cicada Gu. If anything, he sensed that it suited him rather well.

The backlash and depletion others feared as they would a tiger meant nothing to him.

His physical foundation was incomparably formidable, and his self-healing and recovery abilities far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators. On top of that, the Sky Swallowing Gu constantly devoured vital essence to nourish him. A mere offering of flesh and blood, a backlash upon the soul—he could easily smooth it all away.

He had always followed the path of forcibly pressing forward against the current, trading bodily depletion for ultimate combat strength. He even wished to use external forces to squeeze his body to its limits and shatter his own shackles. The price of the Demonic Blade Golden Cicada Gu happened to tread right along the limit of what he could bear.

Yet after pondering it carefully for a moment, Zhou Feng slowly shook his head and directly gave up on this peerless vicious Gu artifact.

It was too flamboyant, too domineering.

The moment the Demonic Blade Golden Cicada Gu moved, its edge was laid bare. Golden light tore through the air, and its killing power shook heaven and earth. Its style was far too similar to his own brute-force approach of breaking ten thousand laws with a single strength.

Tonight, he was here to plunder the Qian Household Treasury—to act in the shadows and fish in troubled waters—not to engage in a frontal slaughter or show off in high profile.

Such a violent, eye-catching Gu artifact would not only fail to conceal traces of his battle; it would instead draw even more eyes to him.

What he wanted was not a weapon of slaughter that opened and