The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 422: The Death of Gu Daofeng

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: The Death of Gu Daofeng

Gu Daofeng looked at Fang Lin calmly and indifferently, as if he were gazing at a dead man.

“Is this your last word?” Gu Daofeng asked. Then, he quickly made his move against Fang Lin.

Despair flashed across Fang Lin’s face. Gu Daofeng was a master of the Heavenly Origin level, and he was severely wounded. Fighting against him was like a fool’s dream.

However, even faced with such a significant gap, Fang Lin would not sit still and wait for his death, so he resolutely fired the Boundless Stone.

With an emotionless face, Gu Daofeng easily dodged the Boundless Stone through a slight movement of his body and simultaneously struck a palm at Fang Lin.

This palm strike was full-powered without any reservation, an attempt to kill Fang Lin in the manner of a lion hunting a rabbit.

Fang Lin was retreating, implementing the Nine Heavens Step Skill. The palm of Gu Daofeng was coming at him like it was blotting out the sun, an irresistible force, grinding towards him.

The palm strike hadn’t even landed, but the terrifying aura alone made Fang Lin spew fresh blood, feeling as though his body was being crushed.

“No!” Fang Lin roared in his heart, his eyes bloodshot. He didn’t want to die, especially not at the hands of Gu Daofeng.

However, facing the absolute disparity in strength, Fang Lin couldn’t escape or block it. His current situation allowed for only one outcome – death.

Just as a trace of pleasure crossed Gu Daofeng’s face, his facial expression suddenly froze.

The hand he had launched out stiffly stopped in mid-air. Not only that, his entire body seemed to turn into stone, unable to move, maintaining the posture of his palm strike at Fang Lin.

At that moment, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent, all sounds disappeared in an instant.

Fang Lin collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. He stared in shock at Gu Daofeng, who looked visibly sick but was unable to move. For a moment, Fang Lin couldn’t figure out what had just happened.

Suddenly, a withered arm extended from Fang Lin’s Nine Palace Bag, carrying a strong scent of death, and slowly reached out towards Gu Daofeng.

Fang Lin’s face changed dramatically. He recognized the owner of the withered arm.

It was indeed the arm of the Old Dried Corpse Demon Saint, who had been sealed by Fang Lin in the Extreme Sea Tripod.

At this moment, this withered arm stretched out from the Nine Palace Bag towards Gu Daofeng. Although the movement was slow, it carried an oppressive and eerie pervading atmosphere.

Gu Daofeng’s pupils dilated in disbelief as he watched the withered arm reaching towards him. He wanted to move, but his body was bound by an unknown force, making even a single finger difficult to move.

At this moment, the person facing despair changed from Fang Lin to Gu Daofeng.

The withered arm continually extended. Under Gu Daofeng’s horrified gaze, it slowly grabbed the top of his head.

As that hand touched Gu Daofeng’s body, he felt as though he had sunk into an ice pit, his body instantly losing its temperature.

The withered palm grabbed Gu Daofeng’s skull, and an intangible force surged, causing Gu Daofeng’s vitality to stream towards the withered arm.

It was visible to the naked eye that Gu Daofeng’s cheek started to lose its vitality, his body became weak, his eyes bulged, expressing absolute despair.

Fang Lin shivered at the sight. This Old Dried Corpse Demon Saint seemed to be draining Gu Daofeng’s life force.

Suddenly, Fang Lin thought of a terrifying scenario. If the Old Dried Corpse absorbed Gu Daofeng’s life force and woke up, could he also suck Fang Lin himself dry?

Upon this thought, Fang Lin immediately panicked. He could barely deal with Gu Daofeng, a Heavenly Origin level expert. If the Old Dried Corpse revived, then Fang Lin could truly end his own life.

The absorption process wasn’t speedy nor slow, but the feeling of one’s life force dwindling was terrifying beyond imagination.

Fang Lin knew that if he were the one being drained at this moment, he would rather kill himself instantly than endure such torture.

It was too terrifying!

After about the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Gu Daofeng became a dried corpse. He was not dead yet, but all his lifeblood had been drained away, leaving him hanging by a thin thread of life.

His once refined face was now shriveled and ugly, carrying a strong scent of death. His bulging eyes were filled with regret and despair.

Gu Daofeng stared intently at Fang Lin, unwilling to accept his fate. He had come here to kill Fang Lin and saw no reason for failure. But he had encountered such a strange incident.

At this moment, Gu Daofeng knew he was on his deathbed, but he was unwilling to accept it. He had not yet killed Fang Lin nor reunited with his son.

As his life was ebbing away, Gu Daofeng began to harbor some regrets. He was regretful for suppressing Fang Lin in the past, for being overly obsessed. If he had let go of everything, would he have ended up so tragically?

Unfortunately, despite his deep regret, Gu Daofeng was already a dying man, destined not to survive much longer.

Looking at Gu Daofeng who was gasping for his last breath, Fang Lin did not feel much joy. Instead, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Perhaps the conflict between Gu Daofeng and himself was merely because his presence threatened Gu Hanshan, Gu Daofeng’s son’s status.

Having thought about it, Gu Daofeng was not an entirely wicked person. He just loved his son too much.

Gu Daofeng looked at Fang Lin, perhaps pondering something. The light in his eyes gradually faded, and the little breath he had left completely dispersed.

Gu Daofeng was dead.

The head of the Purple Mist Pill Sect, Gu Daofeng, died in this desolate, uninhabited place, and his death was extremely miserable.

The withered arm that had absorbed Gu Daofeng’s vitality slowly withdrew back into the Nine Palace Bag. Afterward, it became silent, as if it had never made an appearance.

Gasping for breath, Fang Lin pulled himself together and realized his safety wasn’t guaranteed yet. He was very close to the forest, so the people from the Hidden Kill Hall could arrive at any moment.

Immediately, Fang Lin struggled to his feet, chewed another piece of Starlight Grass to alleviate his injuries, took Gu Daofeng’s Nine Palace Bag, and fled in a random direction.

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Half an hour later, Gu Hanshan, a woman in green, and a few men in black robes arrived at the scene. Gu Hanshan’s eyes immediately fell on Gu Daofeng’s body, lying on the ground, turned into a dried corpse and long dead. He spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes nearly bursting.

“Father!!!!!” Gu Hanshan cried out in anguish and fell onto the body of Gu Daofeng, his whole being on the verge of collapse.

Gu Hanshan never expected it would come to this. He had initially believed that he could witness Fang Lin’s dead body and see his father.

Now, the only thing left was his father’s cold body lying there, in such a tragic state.

“Fang Lin! I swear you won’t die a peaceful death!” Gu Hanshan pounded his clenched fists on the ground, his eyes full of fresh blood. The human part of his body got swallowed by the beast body just a little more.

Back to Fang Lin, who managed to stagger away, he finally reached the border of Qian Country, but he found himself in a peculiar place.