Chapter 285: Old Dog, How Many Chamber Pots Is Your Head Worth?

"Whoever wants to be the first to stick their neck out, step right up and meet your death!"

Gu Lan gripped the soul-devouring sword, his black-and-gold robes snapping in the night wind rushing into the hall.

In those deep eyes, an unmasked, violent killing intent danced.

Inside Senluo Hall, there was a deathly silence.

The Grand Elder and the group of powerful Elders who were preparing to swear a blood oath were completely stunned by the sudden sound of the door being kicked open.

They never expected that just as they had started a mobilization meeting to plot a rebellion, the main target would directly kick the door to pieces with one kick and swagger in carrying a sword!

"Gu Lan?!"

After a brief moment of shock, the bald hall master of the Blood Fiend Hall was the first to react.

He rubbed his slick, shiny bald head, his fierce flesh instantly bunching up as an extremely cruel and vicious light burst from his eyes.

"Hahaha! This daddy thought you brought how many troops over, and after all this commotion, you only brought a woman?"

The bald hall master glanced at Saintess Ji Wushuang standing behind Gu Lan, holding the soul-locking whip, laughing so hard tears were almost coming out.

"Truly, there's a path to Heaven that you refuse to take, yet you crash straight into Hell where there are no doors! This daddy was just worrying about having to go through some trouble to kill you at the Hidden Sword Pavilion, but you actually delivered yourself to your death!"

"Grand Elder! Brothers! What are you waiting for?!"

The bald hall master abruptly drew the serrated sabre from his back, the violent spiritual power of the Mid Golden Core Stage erupting with a boom.

"Slaughter this pretty boy! Tonight, right here in Senluo Hall, we'll use his head as a chamber pot to piss in!"

"Blood Fiend Thirteen Sabres! Shatter for this daddy!"

Before his voice fell, the bald hall master, like a wild boar coming down the mountain, carrying a thick, fishy wind, chopped fiercely straight toward Gu Lan's face!

This sabre strike had an immensely terrifying Aura, with countless wronged souls' wails even entwined around the blade; clearly, he had practiced an extremely sinister Demonic Technique.

"Seeking death!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's pretty eyes turned cold, and she was just about to flick out the soul-locking whip.

"Just watch from the side; don't dirty your hands."

Gu Lan pulled Saintess Ji Wushuang behind him with a single grab. Not only did he not pull out the soul-devouring sword stuck in the ground, but instead, facing the serrated sabre crashing down overhead, he directly stretched out his right hand!

"Has he gone mad?! He dares to catch the Blood Fiend hall master's sabre barehanded?!"

The surrounding Elders let out a series of exclamations, as if they had already seen the miserable scene of Gu Lan's arm being chopped off and flesh and blood flying everywhere.

A flash of immensely gratifying malice crossed its single eye.

However.

"Clang—!!!"

A tooth-aching clashing sound of metal rang out explosively within the spacious hall!

There was no flying flesh and blood, nor any fractured arm.

In everyone's terrified and appalled gazes, the bald hall master's full-strength sabre strike—one capable of splitting a small mountain—was actually pinched dead in midair by Gu Lan's seemingly fair and slender right hand!

The blade was less than half an inch away from Gu Lan's palm, yet it could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch!

"What?!"

The bald hall master's eyeballs were practically popping out; he felt as though his sabre hadn't chopped into a person's hand, but rather into an iron mountain forged from ten-thousand-year mysterious iron!

No matter how frantically he urged the Golden Core spiritual power within his body, straining until his face and neck turned red, that serrated sabre remained completely motionless!

"With just this bit of strength, you still want to use this daddy's head as a chamber pot?"

Gu Lan slowly raised his head, a wisp of eerie purple light flickering within those peach-blossom eyes.

"Are you deficient in kidney Qi, old trash?"

The corners of Gu Lan's mouth curved into a cruel sneer, and the five fingers of his right hand abruptly exerted force!

"Crack—!!!"

An extremely crisp snapping sound rang out.

That top-grade Magical Artifact sabre, mixed with countless Heaven And Earth Treasures and regarded by the bald hall master as his life, was actually pinched raw into flying pieces of scrap metal across the sky right between Gu Lan's five fingers!

"My sabre!!!"

The bald hall master let out a wretched, shrill scream; with his Lifebound Treasure destroyed, he instantly suffered a severe backlash, violently spewing out a large mouthful of black blood.

But before he even had time to retreat.

Gu Lan's left hand had already lunged out lightning-fast, tightly clasping onto his slick, shiny bald head in a dead grip!

"Bang!"

Gu Lan exerted force with his arm, lifting up this Mid Golden Core Stage hall master the way one would dangle a dead dog, and then fiercely and mercilessly slammed him against the hard obsidian floor!

"Rumble!"

The entire Senluo Hall trembled violently.

The hard obsidian ground was directly smashed into a human-shaped deep pit, and dense cracks spread wildly in all directions like a spider web!

"Puwah—!"

The bald hall master only felt seven or eighty percent of the bones in his entire body snap in that single instant, his internal organs feeling as though they had shifted places. Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs continuously gushed from his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to scream anymore, rolling his eyes back on the spot like a dead fish.

One-hit kill!

A thorough, unflashy, purely Physical Body suppression!

The entire audience fell dead silent.

Only the howling sound of the wind blowing past the eaves outside the grand hall remained, along with the sound of those Demonic Path Elders frantically swallowing their saliva.

"This… How is this possible?!"

The Grand Elder was scared into taking two steps back, its single eye filled with ghost-seeing terror.

He knew the bald hall master's strength best; that was a genuine Mid Golden Core Stage Body Cultivator! In front of this pretty boy, it couldn't even survive a single Move and was directly smashed into the ground like a punching bag?!

Just what kind of freakish entity was this brat's Physical Body?!

"The first."

Gu Lan pulled out a snow-white handkerchief, unhurriedly wiping away the blood stains on his hands, and casually tossed it onto the bald hall master's bloody, mangled face.

He raised his head, those bottomless purple eyes carrying a type of unbridled arrogance that looked down upon the world, slowly sweeping across the entire hall.

"Next, who's coming?"

"Or are you all coming up together?"

Gulp.

The twenty-some powerful Elders in the hall uniformly took a step back in unison.

Although there were many of them, in a place like the demonic cult where the strong preyed on the weak, what they feared most were unreasonable, hardcore tough guys.

Gu Lan's earlier stunt of crushing a top-grade Magical Artifact barehanded had already scared half their guts out.

"What are you panicking for?! Keep yourselves steady for this old man!"

After all, the Grand Elder was someone who had seen great winds and waves; it knew that if they retreated today, they would never have a foothold in the Heavenly Demon Palace ever again!

"No matter how strong his Physical Body is, he is still just a Half-step Golden Core!"

"We have three hall masters and eighteen Elders here! Everyone spitting a mouthful of saliva could drown him to death!"

The Grand Elder violently waved its remaining left hand, roaring hysterically:

"Form the 'Myriad Manifestations of Senluo Formation'! Grind him to death for me right here in this hall! Whoever dares to cower, this old man will hack them to pieces first!"

Hearing the Grand Elder's angry roar, those Elders finally snapped back to their senses.

That's right! Two fists are no match for four hands! No matter how well this brat could fight, could he possibly withstand the Formation encirclement of over twenty peers of the same stage?!

"Kill!"

"Slaughter this arrogant brat!"

"Swish, swish, swish—!"

Over twenty figures instantly dispersed, standing in accordance with some extremely profound positions, each sacrificing their own Magic Treasures.

For a time, Devilish Qi rolled through the entire hall, and chilling winds gusted.

Countless wretched wails and ghost cries echoed in the air, and a massive black skeleton net rapidly took shape in midair, carrying a terrifying might capable of corroding the Divine Soul, descending head-on over Gu Lan and Saintess Ji Wushuang!

"Myriad Manifestations of Senluo Formation? Just this?"

Facing this overwhelming, murderous Formation closing in from all directions, Gu Lan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He even yawned somewhat boredly.

"Since you all like playing group fights, then this daddy will fulfill your wishes."

Gu Lan abruptly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers extremely crisply in midair.

"Snap!"

"Yingsha, stop watching the show."

"Close the door and beat the dogs. Not a single living soul is to be left behind."

As soon as his words fell.

"Hum—!!!"

All the candle flames in the originally brightly lit Senluo Hall collectively turned an eerie ghost-green in that single instant!

Following closely.

Behind those Elders who were fully urging the Formation, and within every inconspicuous shady corner of the hall, hundreds of formless black shadows surfaced without any warning!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

There was no unnecessary nonsense, nor any flashy Moves.

It was just like the Grim Reaper swinging his sickle.

Those hundreds of Heavenly Demon Shadow Guards hidden in the dark, led by Yingsha, were like the most precision-crafted killing machines as they instantly drilled out from the Elders' shadows, their pitch-black daggers viciously slitting the throats of the seven or eight closest Elders!

"Urgh…"

Those few Elders who were frantically transmitting spiritual power didn't even have time to let out a scream before their eyes bulged fiercely, their hands clutching tightly at their wildly bleeding necks as they fell straight back.

The core nodes of the Formation collapsed instantly!

The massive black skeleton net that had just condensed into shape in midair emitted a desperate, mournful cry, completely dissipating like bubbles!

"Heaven… Heavenly Demon Shadow Guards?!!"

"How is this possible?! Don't the Shadow Guards only take orders from the sect master?! Why are they obeying this brat's dispatch?!"

The remaining dozen-odd Elders and hall masters were completely scared out of their minds!

Never in their dreams did they expect that Gu Lan not only possessed freakishly extreme solo combat capabilities, but also held the Heavenly Demon Palace's most terrifying assassination unit in his hands!

What the Hell is there even to fight about anymore! This is clearly a unilateral massacre!

"Escape! Run!"

Scared out of its wits, the Grand Elder no longer cared about any grand cause of rebellion; it directly bit the tip of its tongue, executing the blood-escape grand technique that cost the most Lifespan, turning itself into a streak of blood light and frantically fleeing toward a window at the top of the hall!

"Want to run?"

The corners of Gu Lan's mouth curved into a sarcastic sneer.

"Did this daddy tell you that you could leave?!"

His right foot slammed a kick onto the hilt of the soul-devouring sword stuck in the ground.

"Zheng—!!!"

The soul-devouring demon sword let out an extremely excited, bloodthirsty roar, transforming into a terrifying purple-black lightning bolt that instantly tore through the Void Realm, arriving first despite starting last!

"Pfft!"

"Ahhhhh—!!!"

In midair, the Grand Elder emitted a heart-rending, unimaginably tragic scream.

The soul-devouring sword pierced precisely through its only remaining left shoulder, carrying its entire person like a cannonball flying toward the end of the hall, and then with a "boom", pinned it tightly against that massive coiled-dragon pillar!

Fresh blood flowed wildly down the pillar.

Gu Lan walked with his hands tucked in his sleeves, strolling leisurely as if walking through his own back garden past the rebellious Elders wailing and begging for mercy all over the ground.

He walked up to the coiled-dragon pillar, looking down condescendingly at the Grand Elder pinned upon it, twitching all over in agony.

"Old dog."

Gu Lan raised his foot, his large boot clad in black and gold unceremoniously stepping onto the Grand Elder's old face, which was covered in wrinkles and terror, grinding down forcefully.

"You said just now that you wanted to use my head as a chamber pot?"

Gu Lan's gaze was as cold as a blade, carrying a Demonic Path violence leaking straight from his bones.

"Now, how many chamber pots do you think your head is enough to make for me?"