Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 377: Chapter 181: Fire in the Rear Courtyard, the Death Star Decides Fate (Part 3)

Some time ago, during that battle on the mountain, there were too many casualties. Now among the Seven of the Primordial, with Zhuo Yunfei, there are only four left, which is quite regretful.

From afar, one could see the smoke rising from Xingqing Prefecture, with flames faintly visible.

The sound of killing and shouting could be clearly heard even from ten miles away.

Chen Ping’s expression changed slightly, his thoughts moved, and he released the Little Cyan Bird to scout further for enemy intelligence. He said in a deep voice, "Ancestral Master and Uncle Master, you all lead the troops and follow me. I’ll go ahead."

Rescuing people now was like putting out a fire.

He was rather fast, and this time he didn’t even ride a horse. His figure soared into the sky, leaping dozens of feet, landing lightly on the grass leaves, turning into a faint green smoke, he had already gone far away.

As a Grandmaster, he could manipulate the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within dozens of feet around him, reducing air resistance, plus his stamina was long-lasting, and his energy was inexhaustible, much faster than the finest horse.

Even in this world, where the Man and Horse Unity technique existed, capable of enhancing the speed of a good horse to nearly reach the level of a demon beast, it still couldn’t surpass a Grandmaster.

Especially since Chen Ping had cultivated the True Gang Glazed Body, his strength was extremely dominant. When he stomped the ground with a single leg, the earth buzzed, and a giant pit of ten feet in diameter appeared, propelling him forward like a hurricane, so fast that even his shadow couldn’t be seen.

Ten miles wasn’t far. Under his feet, it took merely a dozen breaths.

With one step, he passed over the city wall and landed within the city.

Chen Ping let out a long howl.

The sound shook the city.

Along with this long howl.

The morale of the soldiers within the city simultaneously rose.

At the government office, sweat beads flashed and disappeared from Han Wushang’s forehead, a glint of sharpness shone in his eyes, the broadsword swung, golden light flourished, unexpectedly pressing Lih Yuandong down.

He bellowed loudly: "The Mansion Lord has returned, the army will immediately return, all generals, hear the order, annihilate the bandits."

"Kill..."

Responses echoed all around.

Chen Ping had long since understood the battle situations around.

His heart was burning with anger.

At the Xingqing Prefecture Government Office, the Innate Experts were fighting and that was fine.

Although they were fighting fiercely with sparks flying and Qi Mechanism wavering like waves, they had smashed the entire government office into pieces.

But fortunately, the five Innate Experts were well-matched, neither Han Wushang nor Sima Rou and Cheng Wuduan were in any life-threatening danger.

It’s just that the scene was difficult to watch.

As for the fires everywhere, taking advantage of the chaos, with the water bandits being fierce, the situation was tense, and there was no decisive conclusion for a short while.

The most critical was that a little distance ahead, the long street was pitch-black, countless civilians were moaning miserably as Vitality was sucked away by the dark True Qi, turning into dry bones, falling one after another, this was the most unbearable sight.

Although Chen Ping was angered, his figure shot like lightning straight into the dark street, the long sword suddenly unsheathed.

Clang...

He moved with the sword, and the sword brought wind and thunder.

In front, Yin and Yang were transforming, the two principles were rotating, a sharpness as fast and incisive as possible, had already reached the black-clothed, white-haired old man’s front.

This person, feasting on blood, was just in joy, having just seen a figure glimpse from outside the city, not yet having declared his pride, when a chilling light appeared before his eyes, transforming into a roaring black dragon, charging like thunder with open jaws and claws.

He sneered coldly, thinking, good thing it’s coming.

The chest expelled a mouthful of Five Yin Nether Qi, and frantically operated, grabbing with one hand.

The black Qi surged like a tide, transformed into a giant claw over a square yard, like a terrifying ghost claw, about to seize the sword light dragon shadow.

The Five Yin Grand Seizing Hand, refining with endless Blood Qi, also possessed the destructive power of death upon vitality.

No matter if the opponent’s attack came from True Essence or Blood Flame, once it touched this waning Five Yin Nether Qi, it would immediately disperse entirely.

Thus, the aged Dry Wood never feared hard fights with others.

He wished someone were foolish enough to hit him directly.

Perhaps even without waiting for the old tiger from the Cui Family to take advantage, he could handle the notorious Lord of Xingqing all by himself.

"Let this old man see, how did you earn such fame? You dare to seize Xingqing Prefecture by force?"

Just as Dry Wood reached out his claw, he felt the heavens and earth upside down, himself unexpectedly with head down and feet up, Yin Yang indistinguishable, seasons unclear, even estimating the opponent’s distance became somewhat muddled.

"What is this Sword Technique?"

Poof...

He hadn’t yet been able to discern why the surrounding environment changed suddenly.

The Five Yin Capturing Hand reaching out abruptly vibrated.

Exploded into scattered flurries.

The reversal of True Qi was like thousand-foot waves, the right arm from fingers to wrist to shoulder simultaneously shattered.

"Help me."

Dry Wood was startled to his core.

Quickly he cried for help.

All previous plans and hundreds of schemes were all forgotten at this moment.

He only felt an endless, crazy killing intent, surging like waves, heavily pressing on his mind, the sky’s three rounds of blazing suns rotating, the black Qi on his body was melting away like melting snow beneath the scorching sun.

While calling for help, his left arm trembled violently, ten fingers flew off, packed with dense dark Qi akin to a black sun, suddenly shot out.

[Blood Bone Spirit Seal]

With just one fierce encounter, Dry Wood immediately realized why this young man, despite being under twenty, earned such a grand reputation, even daring to seize Xingqing Prefecture, resisting Hexi Cui Family on one side, rejecting East Sea Jiang Family on the other, without falling behind.

The reason was simple.

The opponent was indeed formidable beneath his hands, and his moves were ferocious.

Despite being at the early-stage Unity Realm like him, he wasn’t even a match for the opponent in one clash.

Thud thud thud thud thud...

Five muffled sounds echoed beside his ears.

Just as Dry Wood cried out, he discovered that he had lost sensation in his lower body.

He had been directly severed by the sword light of the previously executed Yin Yang Inversion of the Two Principles.

At the wound, it was smooth and even, even his Spiritual Power had been reduced to nothingness, his Thousand Bone Forest’s "Gathering and Separation as Desired" Heart Technique hadn’t worked.

Those five sealing spirit fingers, black as crystal, struck the opponent’s skin blazing with golden light three feet through, only penetrating halfway, and couldn’t go further.

Then, his vision blurred, a golden giant hand had reached his front, so fast it was indescribable, grabbed at his skull.

"No... this old man can surrender and fight for you east and west!"

Dry Wood felt death imminent, entirely incapable of any solution, he howled pleadingly.

He found that as the opponent’s palm fell.

His own Spiritual Power was akin to a rat facing a cat, shrunk deep within his knowledge sea, under the burning of three flaming suns, he couldn’t muster any strength.

"I can’t use such a cannibal like you, disgusting."

"Snap..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dry Wood’s head exploded into a mass of dark crystal powder, rising with the wind.

With this explosive sound, all of his fallen black bones on the ground were invaded by sword light, withered into ash, leaving only a black long robe dropping to the ground, along with gold, silver, and shattered jade powder crushed into dust.

A cool breeze blew, and black smoke scattered.

The fleeing crowds had already stopped, all looking over with great relief.

"The demon is dead, the Mansion Lord is back, we are safe now."

Countless people wept loudly.

More knelt and worshiped.

Some sneaky ones hid the stolen gold and silver jewelry behind them, but they were caught by the civilians beside them, and dared not resist anymore, just knelt on the ground, constantly begging for mercy.

Chen Ping looked at the gold, silver, and jade colors emerging from the black bone powder, sighed: "The blow was too heavy, I must hold back a little in the future, otherwise if anything good is amidst, it will be shattered into pieces, this isn’t good."

He muttered to himself and turned his head to look at the high building beside him, puzzled: "I just don’t understand why you neither attacked nor preemptively escaped, hesitatingly thinking you can save your own life?"

Neither Dry Wood nor Cui Bowen understood, Chen Ping’s strongest ability actually wasn’t True Qi or Qi Blood Power, but Spiritual Power.

With more than fifty people helping him refine his heart simultaneously, at this time his Spiritual Power truly was like the blazing sun shining, no evil entities or demons could hide.

Not to mention Cui Bowen relied on the conflict noise in the city to conceal his form and aura.

Even if his Jade Planting Celestial Inquiry Technique and Hidden Jade Technique were a bit stronger, it couldn’t hide either.

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