Chapter 277: Chapter 151: The Fate of the World Hinges on a Single Move (Part 2)
He carefully recalled the experiences and knowledge of his previous life.
Chen Ping knew that at this moment, since Xingqing Prefecture no longer had any formidable forces, after he had defeated them one by one, it was an excellent beginning to occupy such a fertile region.
"Xingqing Prefecture must not be lost, and we must do everything possible to form alliances, recruit allies, and resist the Hu, or the great situation will be lost."
...
He was just contemplating a few things, merely a few thoughts passing through his mind.
Chen Ping brushed away the rotten grass leaves, looking at a dark hole exposed on the ground with footprints scattered around, his gaze turned cold.
’Shooting a bunch of poisonous needles, then hiding in the underground passage, what is this?
This Youx Mountain Moon Sect, ranked within the Seven Demonic Sects, truly acts in a Demonic Sect manner.’
Chen Ping let out a mirthless laugh, considering his current status and the critical moment at hand, where would he find time to specifically target some Demon Sect brats for a fight on the road?
Since the enemy was hiding underground and refused to come out, clearly out of fear, he wouldn’t bother to pursue them inside.
He decided to be magnanimous.
Thinking this, Chen Ping prepared to leave. Naturally, he wouldn’t admit that the underground tunnels were complex, and he was worried about the potential dangers inside.
Suddenly, a sound as faint as a mosquito entered his ears...
Chen Ping’s senses were extremely keen. Upon hearing it clearly, he stopped in his tracks. After thinking for a moment, he took out the treasured bow he had just seized, and held an arrow ready.
’Even if it’s a mouse, sometimes it needs to be stomped.’
...
"Ping San, what are you up to? Those two, chasing and fleeing, are formidable experts. Instead of hiding, you attacked from the side?
Miss’s matter is at a critical point, yet you rashly made enemies, it’s truly infuriating!"
"Fourth Miss, don’t take trivial things as commands. I refuse to believe you can’t see that the one in front is the Celestial Witch Divine Envoy, Jade Spirit Snake Princess.
She has already used the Sacrificial Spirit Burning Skill to protect that person to escape. It doesn’t take a genius to guess, it must be a Beizhou noble.
Our Youx Mountain Moon Sect is in turbulent times and needs support.
Encountering a noble at such a time, and when they are in peril, forming a good bond by holding back their enemy, why not?
In the future, we might receive abundant rewards, all thanks to today’s efforts."
"Foolish! No matter how much you want to curry favor with nobles, you shouldn’t act recklessly and drag us into it, much less use the dastardly weapon like the Soul-Devouring Needle.
You only know the one escaping is a Beizhou noble, but didn’t you stop to think? What kind of person could force the Celestial Witch Divine Envoy to use the Self-Sacrifice Burning Spirit Technique?"
"Whoever it is, can they control the disciples of our Youx Mountain Moon Sect? Isn’t that right?" Ping San turned to look at the surrounding disciples.
Five or six people voiced their agreement, "Right, although that person is formidable with excellent Hard Skills, we do not compete with him, merely striking and retreating without causing harm.
Moreover, the dispute with the Beizhou noble is just with the Xingqing Prefecture army.
It’s said nowadays the Heir of Jinghai gathers Cui Family’s forces, and is interacting with Beizhou amicably, surely not as enemies. The origins of that person are clear, he should be disciple Chen Ping of the Primordial Sword Sect, one of the Four Daoist Sects."
That person controls the Xuanwu Guard now, constantly opposing Beizhou. A few days ago, I went into the city once, and sensed something amiss, with a major confrontation about to erupt... earlier, when golden light flashed from that person, it must have been him."
"The Primordial Sect, haha..."
"Then there’s nothing to worry about, merely Chen Ping, no matter how well he can fight, what can he do to us?
It’s just unfortunate that the Beizhou noble was unworthy, couldn’t hold on for long, and perished along with the Celestial Witch Divine Envoy, wasting my good intentions."
Ping San sighed.
The few around were somewhat disappointed as well.
"Watch out..."
Before they could finish sighing, a disciple suddenly shouted.
"Thud..."
In the dim firelight.
They saw Ping San’s body shudder, an arrowhead pierced out from one side of his neck.
Blood splattered.
"An arrow... where did the arrow come from?"
Ping San turned his head to look back, only to see the deep passageway behind him, so twisted and convoluted that the entrance was invisible.
From the corner of his eye, he saw arrows, like phantoms, glide out from the twisting corners.
Each one seemed aimed precisely...
Those who had spoken earlier, except for Fourth Miss, had all been shot in the throat without exception.
The arrows were vicious.
After piercing the neck, boundless shockwaves emerged, shattering Qi and blood, locking the soul and spirit.
Once hit by these arrows, their cultivation dissolved into nothing, their souls steadily melting away, life force vanishing completely...
Originally, Ping San and others practiced the Three Souls Extreme Intent Skill; as long as the spirit remained intact, physical injuries were of little concern.
However, hit by a single arrow, their spirit shattered, rendering all skills useless.
In that moment, they could only let out blood-curdling screams, slowly dying.
It was unimaginably tragic.
Fourth Miss, witnessing this scene, almost turned to flee into the depths of the tunnel.
After thinking, she did not escape, but instead forced herself to control her trembling voice: "Regarding the previous offense to General Chen, please forgive me. Today, General’s magnanimity, by sparing us, I, Tong the Fourth, am endlessly grateful. In the future, our Moon Sect will certainly repay you."
She bowed deeply to the ground, and the few disciples behind her who hadn’t spoken quickly followed suit, faces full of fear, hurriedly bowing down.
After a while, seeing no more arrows from the passage, Tong the Fourth wiped the cold sweat off her forehead.
Glancing around, she saw over a dozen scattered corpses lying around, forcibly suppressing her fear, she signaled, leading the way deeper into the passage.
