Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 388: Chapter 184: Fragrant Valley’s Grasses, the Great Desert Golden Eagle (Part 4)

However, that ultimate move is likely only to be used as a last resort, as it pertains to growth potential. Every use may damage the foundation or something of that nature.

Little Cyan Bird doesn’t use it, and Chen Ping doesn’t force it.

At this moment, his mind is in harmony, and he clearly understands the signal Little Cyan is conveying.

Which is, "I will lure the enemy, and you attack."

Little Cyan Bird, like a beam of light, shoots straight up to the sky, then folds its wings and dives like an arrow into the forest, performing this maneuver repeatedly to manipulate the enormous Golden Eagle.

A golden light shadowing it, closely following, nearing only to be pulled away again.

The Golden Eagle screeches loudly, evidently anxious.

Suddenly, it accelerates forward.

Whoosh...

A fierce wind sweeps, getting within forty yards ahead.

"Now’s the time."

Chen Ping retrieves an exquisite short bow from the pouch at his waist, and without even taking aim, as soon as the bow is in hand, the arrow is strung.

No need to aim, where the heart directs, the arrow goes.

Twang...

The bowstring sounds.

The arrow leaves the bowstring, first transforming into a scorching sun, then turning from extreme yang to yin, becoming a cold hilly light gleaming with blue lightning.

"Sun-Shooting Bow, Godslaying Arrow."

This arrow, swift and intense, with limitless power.

Just as the arrow leaves the string.

The Golden Eagle vigorously flaps its wings, its eyes revealing a look of unexpected fear, shrilling with cries that carry a hint of weeping.

Its wings tremble, bringing forth the sound of wind thunder, as Primordial Qi within a twenty-yard radius forms into waves, shaping a thick barrier, while its body slides seven to eight yards horizontally like teleportation.

"Pop..."

The icy blue lightning pierces the Primordial Qi barrier as if through paper.

A streak of coldness forms a mysterious light, shooting towards the Golden Eagle.

Crack...

On the chest and abdomen of the golden bird, a transparent hole suddenly appears, and it erupts with a splash of blood.

Even as the blood begins to splatter, it transforms into countless ice shards shooting in all directions.

Seeing the big bird about to explode into fragments of ice, killed instantly by Chen Ping’s Sun-Shooting Divine Arrow learned through Trace Origin and Steal Fortune.

Even Little Cyan Bird chirps happily.

Seeming to cheer, "Well shot, well killed! For daring to chase me."

However, unexpectedly, from an anklet on the bird’s leg, a small bamboo ring suddenly bursts forth with thick green light, exploding open.

The green light rises, vaguely forming a human face, roaring, "Dare to harm my Spirit Bird, die."

The sound resonates in the minds of several people.

From their standing position, the surrounding trees and vines suddenly come to life, swirling with fierce winds, like a myriad of serpents charging forth with an urgent roar.

Under some mysterious Qi Mechanism, these plants not only come alive but become as hard as steel, with immense power.

Within a mile radius, Primordial Qi swirls in a vortex, drawn and absorbed, transformed into the Source Power of the attack.

"Get a little closer."

Chen Ping lightly commands, a flash of gold in his eyes, as the Black Dragon Sword leaps from its sheath, slashing in a circle around him.

A golden Sword Ring flashes around the four, slashing outward.

"Crash..."

Hundreds of trees and countless withered grass vines turn to dust simultaneously, their Source Power destroyed by this sword, severing their Vitality.

Chen Ping’s body quivers, one side slightly numb, drawing a deep breath, his blood boiling fiercely before he steadies.

"What a formidable technique."

He realizes that just in that telekinetic exchange, with the forest assaulting, it felt as though the entire Heaven and Earth were crushing him, suppressing him.

If not for the Sword Gang Stream, sharp and peerless, along with his incredible strength, blocking this move might not have been so straightforward.

If Jiang Wuji were present, he likely would have been crushed to pieces at the first instance.

In mid-air, the illusory face has already vanished, the Golden Eagle long transformed into a golden light, screeching away, too fast to catch.

The arrows can’t reach either.

The four collectively turn their heads to find the wound on the Golden Eagle’s chest slowly closing.

It revives amazingly.

"Who is this person? Such a formidable technique." Han Xiaoru glances at the sky, takes a deep breath, and then looks around at the wood chips and withered grass, exclaiming.

She’s strong-hearted; although she has just unexpectedly gone through a crisis, she is not the least bit afraid.

"Celestial Witchcraft Sect’s technique of the Spirits of All Things. At this time, if I haven’t mistaken, it should be one of the three Divine Masters of the Celestial Witchcraft Sect, Divine Master Duran."

"It’s actually him? If so, the Golden Eagle is likely his Spirit Pet. I see the Golden Eagle’s strength is actually, actually..."

At this point, Han Wushang feels too embarrassed to continue.

He hears that Divine Master Duran might be one of the Celestial List, which means he is a master at the Late-Stage Unity Realm pinnacle level.

This person has been famous for countless years, and even the Wind and Cloud List doesn’t dare to register him, relying only on word of mouth among the Jianghu People. That his strength is beyond his reach is understandable, after all, he is a predecessor. However, it’s infuriating that even a bird under his command is much stronger than himself, easily manipulating tens of yards of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to blend into the Heaven and Earth. How is anyone supposed to survive?

"That’s right, this bird is also at the Unity Realm, and it has protective abilities from the Celestial Witchcraft Sect, making it difficult to kill."

Chen Ping raises an eyebrow, signalling to Little Cyan Bird to come over.

He wants to ask how the Golden Eagle was provoked and whether there is any movement from the north’s Rushing Wolf Cavalry.

Logically, the Celestial Gate Pass and Xingqing Prefecture are over two thousand miles apart, with three prefectures in between. Even if advancing like a hot knife through butter, they couldn’t have arrived so quickly.

But if their bird is already here, how far behind could the people be?

At this thought, Chen Ping can’t help but feel a growing sense of urgency in his heart.

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