Chapter 624: Chapter 336: The End of Zhao Honglie Gu Sheng quickly activated the Ancient Sacred Body to defend his body, simultaneously striking out with a golden fist to clash against Zhao Honglie’s punch. "Bang!" The moment their fists collided, Gu Sheng felt an immense force surge toward him, forcing him to retreat several steps involuntarily. Meanwhile, Zhao Honglie stood rooted in place, unmoving, a mocking smile on his face: "Gu Sheng, is that all you’ve got?" Gu Sheng did not respond. Instead, he took a deep breath and unleashed the Grass Vine Demon Soul, launching a ferocious attack on Zhao Honglie. Vines shot forward like towering dragons, aiming to entangle Zhao Honglie. Yet Zhao Honglie’s Holy Demon Body seemed to possess boundless magic power, effortlessly shattering the vines one by one. Gu Sheng’s heart sank at the sight—this approach was futile. He knew he must find a way to break Zhao Honglie’s Holy Demon Body. He inhaled deeply and then fused the Gale Nine Swords, Shadow Concealment Skill, and Carefree Ascension Step cultivation techniques to deliver his strongest strike! "Swoosh!" A golden streak of sword light flashed by, and Zhao Honglie’s vision was dazzled. In that instant, Gu Sheng appeared in front of him, his sword thrusting straight toward Zhao Honglie’s heart! The speed of the strike was so swift that Zhao Honglie had no chance to evade! "Pfft!" The Seven-colored Jade Maiden Sword pierced through Zhao Honglie’s chest, blood spurting forth, dyeing the sky in red. Disbelief filled Zhao Honglie’s face as he gazed at the wound in his chest, his body slowly collapsing to the ground. At this moment, the magic power of his Holy Demon Body seemed to evaporate entirely, leaving him inexplicably fragile. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 Seeing this, Gu Sheng swiftly withdrew the Seven-colored Jade Maiden Sword and planted his foot onto Zhao Honglie’s chest, his voice icy: "You lost!" With Zhao Honglie’s fall, the crisis in Gu Wancheng came to an end. The city’s residents erupted in cheers—they knew Gu Sheng had saved them! At that moment, Gu Sheng exhaled deeply as he glanced at the smoke-filled sky. He understood that, though this battle had been arduous, victory was finally his! The outcome seemed settled, but a sudden twist occurred! From where Zhao Honglie lay on the ground, his eyes abruptly shot open, radiating two piercingly cold rays of light—like sharp blades aimed directly at Gu Sheng’s heart. With an audible "swoosh," he leaped up with unimaginable speed, instantly grabbing Gu Sheng’s ankle. "Ah!" Gu Sheng cried out, feeling an overwhelming force surging from Zhao Honglie’s grip. His entire body spun uncontrollably before being hammered heavily into the ground. Zhao Honglie allowed no room for Gu Sheng to recover; he sprung upright and hurled a vicious punch toward Gu Sheng’s head. "Bang!" A dull explosion echoed as Gu Sheng’s head was struck violently; although he managed a slight tilt to lessen the impact, he still suffered severe trauma. Dizziness overwhelmed him, and his vision went dark—Gu Sheng lost consciousness... When Gu Sheng awoke again, he found himself tightly bound to a massive stone pillar by thick iron chains, utterly immobilized. His head throbbed painfully, his vision was blurred, and a wave of dread swept over him as Zhao Honglie’s sinister face loomed terrifyingly close. "Hahaha! Gu Sheng, you thought you’d won? How laughable! Let me tell you—I’m still alive!" Zhao Honglie laughed maniacally, exuding the aura of absolute dominance. Step by step, he approached Gu Sheng and pressed his palm heavily against Gu Sheng’s dantian. "Now, I’ll show you what true despair means!" As Zhao Honglie’s palm descended, Gu Sheng felt his spiritual power being siphoned away by an enormous pulling force. Terror gripped him as he realized he was unable to resist—he could only watch in horror as his spiritual power drained away. A profound sense of fear and despair enveloped him... Was this the end? "Hahaha!" Zhao Honglie’s laughter grew even more frenzied. "Gu Sheng, what’s your Ancient Sacred Body worth? In front of my Holy Demon Body, you’re nothing but an insect!" Gu Sheng’s heart surged with defiance and fury. He struggled desperately, but the iron chains held him relentlessly. Just when all seemed lost, a clear and resolute feminine voice echoed beside his ear: "Gu Sheng, hold on! I’m here to save you!" In an instant, with a brilliant "swoosh," a radiant sword light tore through the sky, slicing incredulously toward Zhao Honglie’s arm. "Ah!" Zhao Honglie let out a bloodcurdling scream, his arm severed in an instant as blood sprayed out. He stumbled back several steps before regaining his footing, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Gu Sheng finally saw the face of his savior—it was none other than Linghu Qingwan! She wielded a dazzling sword radiating seven-colored light—the Dugu Nine Swords—her gaze icy as she stared down Zhao Honglie. "You think you’ve won? Let me tell you—the battle’s far from over!" Though missing an arm, Zhao Honglie refused to yield. Summoning his magic power, black mist manifested around him. A pair of black wings unfurled from his back, covered in dark scales shimmering with a chilling light. "Hahaha! Linghu Qingwan, you think you can save him? Today, both of you will die here!" Zhao Honglie snarled, his figure flickering as he transformed into a shadow lunging toward Linghu Qingwan. Linghu Qingwan responded decisively, turning into a streak of seven-colored light as she charged forward. The Dugu Nine Swords in her grasp seemed to come alive, unleashing a storm of dazzling sword movements, each strike imbued with immense power. This was the unparalleled might of a mid-grade Earth-level treasure, fully unleashed in Linghu Qingwan’s hands. "Clang! Clang! Clang!" The sword light clashed with the black mist, erupting into dazzling sparks. The entire battlefield became engulfed in a maelstrom of energy, teetering on the brink of collapse.