Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 397: Chapter 187: A Heartfelt Sword, the Earthshaking Wager (Part 3)

"Let’s gamble then. As you say, the winner takes all, and the loser forfeits their life and fortune, all determined by one battle."

Cui Huchen spoke in a deep voice.

"Ancestor."

Cries of shock resounded from all directions.

Especially among the Innate Experts of the Cui Family, and those younger generation members who had narrowly escaped death and were still in shock. Their faces were all filled with disbelief.

Only Cui Boyu, deep in his eyes, was filled with pain.

He understood better than anyone the agony and frustration in their ancestor’s heart when agreeing to this gamble.

When had a thousand-year-old noble family ever needed to gamble on life and death with a young martial artist who had risen in just a few months?

Moreover, they were even wagering the thousand-year fortune of the Cui clan.

It was a sign of helplessness.

If not, it could very well lead to the destruction of the clan and the death of its members.

He was merely thinking of leaving a sliver of vitality for his clan members.

"Mr. Cui truly deserves to be a man of both pen and sword, a Prime Minister’s talent, indeed a hero of the world."

As the saying goes, a wise man knows how to adapt to the times.

Chen Ping’s words were not meant as mockery.

But were genuinely full of admiration.

Because he knew, with that single agreement, Mr. Cui might be losing the family’s reputation, but saving the lives of the entire clan.

If he hadn’t agreed.

Chen Ping had already broken through the array today, intending to kill the opposing ancestor, and neither of the two Grandmasters would escape. As for the remaining Innate Experts, to eliminate future troubles, they would be completely eradicated.

Having cleared the opposing experts, the tens of thousands of troops would certainly be absorbed under his command. To acquire the Cui family’s heritage and wealth, and to seize Hexi County’s two prefectures and eight cities, uprooting the Cui family completely.

Of course, this was just one way of handling it.

Without this, there could be no peace.

However, Cui Huchen offered another possibility.

"Come then, let me see, what is the true foundation of the Thirteen Noble Families?"

The words had been said, there was nothing left but battle.

Chen Ping no longer suppressed his aura.

At this time, concealing one’s skills, modesty, and humility would only be disrespectful to a thousand-year-old noble family.

Only by arriving with the strongest stance, engraving the image of invincibility into everyone’s heart, could he guarantee long-term peace and ensure that the other party would never dare to rebel, dedicating themselves fully to assisting him.

He unleashed all his Qi Mechanisms.

His body, as if ignited with thirty-six suns, surged with Essence Qi smoke, straight into the sky, stirring the celestial bodies, and the entire South City block began to hum and vibrate.

Rocks on the ground crazily jumped, winds howled around him, the sky’s clouds shifted wildly, and dark clouds were torn to shreds and dispersed.

A seven-foot Sword Gang shook the void, slicing and crushing the finest particles in the air from all directions, generating fine electric arcs, transforming into thunder dragons that crazily coiled around him.

"This..."

The members of the Cui family, and even all the upper-level figures of Xianggu County, upon seeing the anomalies around Chen Ping, had their cries of surprise stuck deep in their throats, unable to come out.

Prior it seemed like a person, but now, to describe him as a human was somewhat inappropriate.

The grandeur of life itself, like a top predator in the food chain, with Qi Mechanism spreading, pressed heavily on everyone’s hearts.

Makes one’s heart feel as if it has sunk to the deepest depths of the sea, their blood feels frozen.

The body’s becoming numb, unable to move.

This was intimidation, the stark intimidation of life, with higher rank suppressing lower rank.

"True Gang Glazed Body, now this is the true Invincible Golden Body."

Sun Yun had long lost his previous composure, his beard trembling wildly in excitement at this moment.

Back when the Fifth Generation Grandmaster traversed the world, it was no more than this.

Even though Chen Ping’s cultivation at this time was still somewhat insufficient, this kind of unparalleled spirit and mighty Qi and Blood were enough to sweep and suppress everything.

Han Wushang let out a long sigh.

Recalled when, in the deep mountains and wild lands, he somewhat looked down on this disciple.

Subsequent events proved, his judgment was not only inferior to his daughter’s but even to his own wife’s.

Being able to have such a disciple accept under Primordial Sect.

He wondered how many incense sticks were burned, how many times he had prayed to the Daoist Venerable to achieve such Fortune.

The Fifth Generation Grandmaster had various fortuitous encounters and opportunities, obtaining many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, finally breaking through to Grandmaster at the age of forty-three, and reaching the summit of the Celestial List at fifty-two.

This had already been a rare genius for centuries.

However, compared to the young disciple before his eyes, this one who was still a few months from turning eighteen, one wondered how far short he fell.

To think, at just eighteen years of age, he had reached such a level.

To reach the peak of Unity Realm, to ascend the Celestial List, and claim the first position, how many years would it take, five years, or three, perhaps just one.

Han Wushang didn’t dare to think too much about it.

He feared the more he thought, the more he felt useless, that this lifetime of his was practically living in vain.

Eight years of pursuit of the Dao seemed like nothing but a joke.

Yet Han Xiaoru, with radiant eyes full of brilliance, watched without blinking, entirely free of any negative emotion.

Besides being astonished and happy, she had no other thoughts.

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"Mr. Cui, please receive my sword."

Chen Ping, who always acted cautiously, liking to show thirty percent while hiding seventy.

Even knowing that this assassination attempt on Cui Huchen was of great significance.

Wanting to break through the opponent’s Eight Gates Golden Lock Array, he also hadn’t used all his abilities.

He brazenly struck with his sword, using his perfected Sword Technique, and fifteen to sixteen thousand pounds of True Dragon Power.

Had not used his strongest hidden trump card, the Sword Gang Stream.

Even so, he still cut down two Late-Stage Innate Experts with one sword, forcing back two Grandmasters, an unstoppable momentum.

Now, truly striking with full force, infusing all his Blood Gang Power into his Sword Qi, transforming it into Sword Gang.

With one stroke, it was as if a Divine Dragon was born.

The Black Sword was no longer black, bursting with blazing sunlight-like thousands of golden rays, melding with him, becoming a clawed, golden-scaled roaming dragon.

And around that dragon-shaped Sword Light.

Came thousands of densely packed blue electric arcs, numerous dull thunderclaps resounded in everyone’s hearts.

The buzzing shook the heart violently, rendering any other sound inaudible.

As the Golden Dragon danced in the sky.

The Heaven-Questioning Sword Domain Cui Huchen painstakingly set up was shattered open.

Like a colorful sparkling soap bubble bursting, just scattering strands of Vitality.

The preemptive strike, with Sword in Mind, never losing the first move, was indeed achieved.

Before Chen Ping made his move, he turned into a cold Sword Aura, and attacked first.

Only to open a few dragon scales, and then was engulfed by this golden dragon-like Sword Light.

Cui Huchen could still struggle a moment, but Cui Boyu was all the more helpless.

He was merely caught by the shockwave of this golden dragon Sword Light, blown thirty zhang away, crashing through three houses, bleeding profusely.

This was because Chen Ping’s main target was not him.

Otherwise, he would’ve been directly sliced and exploded into a sky full of blood mist by this Sword Light.

The thunderous sound stirred by the Sword Light destroyed all obstacles in its path; rock gardens, pavilions, screens, and corridors all dissolved like illusions under this majestic golden light, turning into smoke and dispersing.

Cui Huchen’s Sword Light of myriad forms, shooting out tens of thousands of white rays, creating fine black-red scars in space, was ground to powder by this golden dragon Sword Light.

The sharp Qi Mechanism smashed through everything, peerlessly swift and unfathomably heavy.

Leaving no escape, nowhere to hide.

It felt as if the opponent’s Sword Light had yet to reach, yet the heart had been pierced.

Soul and body alike were like candles in the wind, about to extinguish at any moment.

Hooh...

The Sword Light paused.

The golden dragon faded, revealing the man and his sword once again, the sword’s point at Cui Huchen’s brow, a drop of crimson blood falling.

Pfft...

The blood pearls spattered onto the ground.

Cui Huchen’s face ashen.

From all directions, the falling stones and trees rustled down.

The sword stopped, the wind ceased.

"I lost."

Cui Huchen sighed deeply, seeming to have aged ten years.

His heart a mix of relief and sorrow.

This time, it was not just his personal loss, but the loss for the entire Cui family.

Previous high spirits, confidence a hundredfold, now seemed especially laughable.

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