Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 379: Chapter 182: Turning the Tide and Seizing the Initiative (Part 2)

Cui Hao’s eyes flickered with a trace of cold gleam. He also knew about this scheme and forcibly contained the delight in his heart at this moment.

Soon, he’ll see his enemy defeated.

On that day, outside Xingqing Prefecture City, he fled in disgrace, his brother Cui Yun died with a broken sword, and the three top talents of the Cui Family perished in the Yellow Springs. Even Ji Xuange, the figurehead chosen to intervene in the disputes of the world, was beheaded.

It can be said that over the years, the Cui Family has never suffered such a humiliating and tragic defeat.

This time, he wants to carefully watch this great enemy die a death where both spirit and soul are annihilated.

Just as they expected, the massive and grand Yin Sha Qi suddenly surged, transforming into a sky-covering giant hand that slammed down, ready to grab the lightning-fast figure charging forward.

Then...

There was no then.

Blood flashed suddenly.

Amidst the spiritual sense detection, the Heaven and Earth of that street turned upside down, and black and white rays of light spiraled like fish chasing their tails, covering an area of hundreds of feet. The dual fish twisted once, and the majestic Yin Sha Qi mechanism shattered and disappeared.

Disappeared alongside was the powerful vitality that struck fear into the hearts.

Vitality scattered, countless brilliant starlight illuminated the surroundings, as if numerous souls were singing joyously.

"Dead..."

"In just one encounter, he was killed, utterly obliterated."

"That was a Grandmaster of the Thousand Bone Forest, the top-tier existence fierce to the extreme with the Five Yin Profound Nether Technique, dead so stealthily and silently..."

Lih Yuandong and Cui Hao were waiting for a good show but almost choked on their breath, their Qi mechanism in chaos, quickly retreating.

In their hearts, there was no surprise as to why Cui Bowen, one of the two tigers of the Cui Family with the Gengxin Divine Sword, didn’t coordinate in the ambush.

Because no one, regardless of who they were, could have imagined that Elder Kumu would be so vulnerable.

Nor could anyone have anticipated that Chen Ping, equally at the early-stage of the Grandmaster Unity Realm, would be so incredibly strong.

Pause.

At the place where Elder Kumu fell, a thunderous tiger roar suddenly erupted.

"Go..."

Following this loud shout, a gigantic bright blade light surged, sweeping horizontally.

The blade light stretched dozens of yards.

Buildings and houses along the way were all sliced in half.

The further it extended forward, the sharper and more majestic it became, the blade light shining ever brighter, absorbing the surrounding vitality, growing larger and transforming into a huge blade light covering three streets.

Most fearsome was the way this blade light seemed to have eyes, encompassing the entire Government Office, even locking onto Han Wushang and Sima Rou.

As the blade light sliced out, a figure rushed out from the rooftop of Wangjiang Tower, exploding wood debris and tiles, riding the fierce wind.

In his wild retreat, Lih Yuandong’s eyes bulged.

Just a moment ago, as he saw Elder Kumu’s vitality dissipate, his heart grew cold to the extreme, and then he saw this blade light.

And he saw the figure escaping wildly on the wind.

As the gigantic blade light swept over, he no longer had the mind to curse.

"He’s escaped, he actually escaped, not attacking Chen Ping, not even swinging a blade at the opponent, instead striking at us..."

"That’s right, this too is to attack where the enemy must save... Cui Bowen not only dared not attack the opponent, he didn’t even have the assurance to escape, could only use this desperate tactic to hinder the opponent’s pursuit, such a ruthless method, swift decision, truly worthy to be called one of the two tigers of the Cui Family, the literati with countless cunning schemes, I am really not as good."

This time, it was Lih Yuandong’s turn to despair.

Cui Bowen, relying on his Grandmaster-level cultivation, could escape by any means.

What about himself?

He could only wait for death where he stood.

He didn’t even have a thought to dodge.

In fact, facing a Grandmaster-level ultimate skill attack, he couldn’t dodge.

Cui Hao was also unable to dodge.

This elder first showed a trace of astonishment on his face, then sadness, turning to relief.

He was abandoned, likewise enveloped within the invincible White Tiger Geng-Xin Blade Light, but he bore no resentment.

For the Cui Family, escaping a Grandmaster outweighs preserving ten of him.

He regretted only that this time the great vengeance remained unavenged, unable to witness the day the Old Master led troops to break through Xingqing Prefecture.

"Supremely resilient and sharp, White Tiger takes form."

The blade light was about to land when it exploded with maximized slicing and splitting attack, dazzling everyone’s eyes, and a golden light appeared.

No.

It was a person.

Chen Ping was seen slicing a black long sword in front.

Drawing a circular arc.

Surrounding the area, fierce winds gusted and roared, vaguely with mighty blade light embedded with a white tiger’s form, growing smaller and brighter like a whale drinking water.

Until it fell into the sword circle, transformed into a tiny translucent white tiger.

"Amazing saber technique."

Chen Ping praised, the momentum of the Black Dragon Sword exhausted, his wrist slightly turned, and the translucent phantom tiger became a thin, long blade light again, sweeping across the Government Office.

This time the blade light was much more typical, appearing genuinely blade-shaped, bright enough that one couldn’t open their eyes, fast enough that no one could react.

Just a slight pivot around the bodies of Lih Jiudong and Cui Hao, their bodies slid askew, sliced into two from the waist.

They couldn’t even raise their hands.

Clearly feeling the imminent threat, yet unable to move.

The blade light swept past, plunged downward, piercing into the ground, rumbling deeply, and disappeared.

Disappearing alongside the blade light was Chen Ping’s figure.

The sharp-eyed Sima Rou had long noticed Chen Ping’s form turning into dozens, perhaps hundreds of overlapping afterimages, already soaring into the sky.

Once the myriad afterimages dissipated, upon looking again, he had already reached the city wall, catching up with that whirlwind.