Chapter 267: Chapter 148: Bloodshed Erupts, 100,000 Households
The hand seal had not yet completely pressed down.
The ground had already been compressed, as hard as Vajra Rock.
Unmatched power gathered with a rumbling from all directions, vibrating, tearing, and squeezing, as if to crush and shatter this Primordial Golden Body.
"What an excellent Palm Technique."
Chen Ping’s eyes flashed slightly, expressing admiration.
Doroghi truly deserved to be ranked seventeenth on the Earth List, achieving Martial Intent Perfection, effortlessly sensing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, using True Words as a guide, and hand seals as an aid, with every move bearing the power to shake heaven and earth.
Man’s strength has its limits, but the Power of Heaven and Earth is infinite.
Hence, his hand seal did not simply contain his own Innate True Qi Energy, nor was it merely the strength of his flesh; with the augmentation of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, it multiplied countless times.
If left unchecked, Chen Ping might not be able to withstand such a move with just his physique.
Even if he could rely on the Energy Absorption and Destruction Technique of the Golden Body Technique to resist, injury would be inevitable.
Chen Ping sighed slightly.
No longer fixating on chasing the huge rat, he opened his mouth and shouted loudly.
"Break..."
The sword edge that swiftly slashed at the neck of the big rat transitioned from a slash to a stab, seemingly with no inertia.
The Heart Technique changed, pointing a sword at the palm center on the top of its head.
Countless black and white grids appeared in his eyes... solid and firm, the enormous palm pressing down with great might exploded with a snap.
The palm, initially solid like a giant mountain, shattered into countless small and large fragments, then disintegrated into swirling Vitality, transforming into a fierce wind assault.
Chen Ping’s body trembled slightly, his bones and muscles simultaneously exerting force, absorbing and dispelling the final aftershocks.
Only his five internal organs trembled briefly, his chest faintly suffocated, then no further reaction.
"How is this possible?"
Doroghi’s flowing white beard fluttered, his descending figure being pushed back by the powerful force from the sword, causing him to exclaim in surprise as he flew backward.
It was the first time he had seen someone casually negate his Wisdom Fist Seal and Tathagata’s Spell so completely.
Thinking that, relying on years of diligent study of Buddhist Technique, his hand seals were flawless, even against the top ten on the Earth List, before the Nine Seals were exhausted, he could still match them evenly.
Despite the lack of Long Force, by the end, his spirit would be fatigued.
But, during his ultimate move, while attacking, he wouldn’t be overpowered.
Yet this seal fell, and he couldn’t even injure the opponent, let alone shake their physique.
What kind of Ghost Sword Technique is this?
A swordsmanship name flashed through his brain, but his heart was chilled.
If it’s just as he suspected, relying on the opponent’s sword technique of Breaking and Cutting Qi, along with Unrivaled Power and Golden Body Dominator, further protected by Five Thousand Military Qi, capable of both offense and defense...
In a direct confrontation, let alone one person, even more couldn’t try.
Forcing a hard clash would lead to many deaths.
"Do not attack forcefully, Anman, break his Military Array..."
The old monk’s insight was clear, his thoughts shifted, adjusting his strategy.
Since the opponent couldn’t be slain quickly, entangle him for a drawn-out battle.
First kill those around him, then prolong the confrontation, wait for the army’s arrival, and unite everyone’s strength to besiege...
However strong the opponent’s body is, how long can he attack?
A person’s spirit and Qi and Blood have their limits.
Even if reputed for eternal stamina and body strength, if every attack is put forth with full effort, he can’t sustain for long.
This, predecessors have long set a precedent.
Not lacking instances where Ten Thousand List Grandmasters, known for splitting mountains and cutting currents, were surrounded and killed by formidable Military Arrays.
Therefore, with a bit of patience, slowly grind him down.
As the monk voiced this, his figure flickered, staying far away, his hand seal transformed, and another palm was imprinted down.
Shifting between left and right, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi roared like smoke, paired with True Words, transforming into shapes like lions, treasure bottles, and jade bowls, falling in a thunderous downpour.
Since he discerned Chen Ping’s strengths and weaknesses, he absolutely did not want to approach within ten paces, only engaging with ranged attacks, retreating instantly if Chen Ping showed signs of forcefully breaking the hand seal to counter-attack.
Meanwhile, the golden-haired giant rat that had narrowly escaped having its head severed by a sword, showed a flicker of apprehension in its eyes.
No longer daring to engage closely.
Surviving the ordeal, seeing the old monk speak, it wished to remain far away from Chen Ping.
Its body flashed with gold, sinking into the earth, the ground bulged with a subtle raised line, within moments reaching the front of the Military Array.
With minor negligence, one wouldn’t realize its ambush direction.
"What a strategy to force the enemy to rescue!"
Chen Ping’s eyes glinted coldly, a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
His figure flickered, avoiding the descending treasure bottle hand seal, he braced and swung his sword horizontally.
[Pacifying the Realm]
Every move of the Primordial Swordsmanship is incredibly ordinary, yet its unique trait lies in the fact the higher the Cultivation, the greater the strength, the more powerful it becomes.
Especially after Chen Ping incorporated three top-level Perfection Swordsmanship techniques, the power when executing it was majestic and grandiose.
One horizontal slash, the sword light rippled and spread out like a fan.
The force surged, the paths, mounds, grass, branches, short trees, rocks all shattered to dust under the sweep of this wave.
Where the sword edge directed, within a range of several dozen paces, in the fan-shaped area, everything fragmented, the ground mirrored a crystallized state, settling half a foot down.
This sword wave swept toward the Military Array, toward the toes of Han Xiaoru, Han Wushang, Sima Rou, and Cheng Wuduan, no more or less.
’You burrow, let me allow you to burrow.’
The golden-haired rat let out a harsh screech, its head swelling, ready to spring from the soil layer and devour.
Its golden shimmering body just barely emerged from the ground, precisely struck by the sweeping sword wave, its body cracked continuously, and its robust buffalo-like form instantly segmented into one man and one rat.
