Chen Ping's Sword

This comes from the soul level, erasing the spirit of the Nether Insect from the heart.

Indeed it’s the Sword Intent Spirit Communication, nothing it cannot cut.

"The one who injured the Little Commandery Princess is Elder Xuan Bing, and the one chasing at the forefront is also him."

At this moment, Mingyu could no longer care about saving face, deflecting blame desperately while running.

"So, he died."

Chen Ping sighed softly.

Finally seeing King Jinghai, imposing and full of murderous intent, riding a tall white horse, majestic and solemn, making people dare not act rashly.

"Indeed, he somewhat possesses the aura of a king, but it’s merely superficial, as he’s still a coward with short-sighted views at heart."

Thinking back to when he had escorted the Little Commandery Princess on that perilous journey thousands of miles, Chen Ping couldn’t help but sigh to himself, this was a different time.

If King Jinghai wasn’t such a person.

Perhaps, his path ahead might have been completely different.

The world is like a chess game, a single wrong move can bring the entire game to a loss.

The opponent holds two hundred thousand troops, their soldiers are strong and food plentiful, with advisors as numerous as clouds and war generals as plentiful as rain, yet they cower on the side, allowing themselves to be confronted at their doorstep.

"Prince, save me."

Elder Mingyu was already being crushed by the overwhelming, fierce aura behind him, to the point of being unable to breathe.

He could no longer bear it.

He cried out loudly for help.

Others didn’t know why this grandmaster, who had reached the second level of the Unity Realm, with True Qi Spirit Communication, had cast aside his dignity.

Only he understood.

That sharp and vast Qi Mechanism, constantly locked onto his spiritual podium, gave a frenzied warning of inevitable death every time he attempted to counterattack.

He would die, for sure he would die.

This intuition had saved him countless times in his life as Elder Mingyu.

From an Outer Disciple, enduring hardship in the Extreme Yin Sect, defeating numerous rivals, eventually becoming a real power elder, he didn’t know how many times he had found himself in a life-threatening situation.

This feeling could not be wrong.

Thus, he didn’t even consider turning back to test it.

He just fled like mad.

Because he knew, nowhere was safe, only beside King Jinghai was the final haven.

"Activate the formation, save Elder Mingyu."

King Jinghai’s eyes remained indifferent, his expression unchanged, coldly ordering.

Eight generals leapt out simultaneously.

From all directions, the military Qi surged like blood, soaring into the sky, transforming into a vast, immense Essence Qi Blood Jiao.

This giant Jiao shook its head and wagged its tail, roaring furiously, with two hundred thousand troops shouting in unison.

At that moment, the eight charging generals, all had Essence Qi soaring into the sky, forming eight towering pillars of light, with blood flames surging around them, raising massive waves and tides, the saber winds and spear auras slashed dozens of zhang forth, cutting the air into black ripples.

In an instant, the space dozens of zhang ahead was turned into nothingness.

And that King Jinghai, the figure on the white horse, seemed like a majestic deity, his silhouette behind him growing larger, enveloping Heaven and Earth.

"Indeed, worthy of the famous general of the Southeast, the name Jinghai is indeed quite intimidating."

Chen Ping chuckled lightly.

His charging form suddenly exploded, nine shadows striking simultaneously.

He drew his sword for a cut.

The sky seemed to suddenly have nine blazing suns.

The golden light, akin to fiery suns, flickered and had already cleaved at the eight generals and Elder Mingyu.

The eight fiercely charging generals all froze, as if encountering a lifelong enemy, blocking the blinding golden sword aura that slashed bodies and spirits.

Yet Elder Mingyu’s face showed joy.

Around him, dark clouds swirled wildly, his form shrunk nearly in half, darting through gaps amidst the Qi Force clash, without even attempting to block the chasing sword aura.

He knew, he couldn’t block it.

Indeed, the eight generals with Military Qi infusing them roared simultaneously, their forms flying backward, revealing a long pathway through the middle.

Behind Elder Mingyu, sword light transformed, pulling a silhouette, Essence Qi surging behind it, suddenly appearing as a six-zhang tall, indifferent-eyed humanoid shadow.

The silhouette swung its sword.

The shadow behind it also swung its sword.

The surrounding air solidified, the mind locked.

"No..."

Elder Mingyu looked back in horror, reaching out with a finger, as the dark cloud screeched softly, transforming into a huge, dark insect shadow for a devour.

Chen Ping remained unmoved, not even glancing at the howling insect shadow.

He slashed the sword light.

The air Essence Qi dozens of zhang ahead dissipated into nothing, revealing a long black scar.

The ground silently and without trace split into two, revealing a thirty-zhang long gap, ten-zhang deep.

Elder Mingyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.

His entire body, like a ragged doll, shattered into a skyful of powdery fluff.

"You pursued the Little Commandery Princess."

Chen Ping raised his head, looking at the airborne fragments, smiling: "No one can save you."

Behind him, eight shadows dissipated in unison.

The eight fierce generals were swept by the strong wind, their forms fluttering like paper pieces, crashing to the ground.

Surrounding was a chorus of exclamations.

King Jinghai Ji Changlie could no longer maintain his calm facade, deep within his eyes finally exposed a deeply hidden fear.

The two hundred thousand troops’ Military Qi cover didn’t bring him the slightest sense of safety.

He found that all the previous information and judgments were quite inaccurate.

Could this be the kind of opportunist relying on the Azure Dragon Seal to succeed due to someone else’s benefit?

One person charging at two hundred thousand troops without losing a bit of momentum, if he truly led his army to attack, could he withstand it?

Ji Changlie’s heart was void of assurance, indeed, at this moment, he didn’t even want to speak, feeling that anything said would be wrong.

Deep within, he faintly recalled, a few months ago, that destitute little beggar who had nowhere else to go, treacherously stepping onto his territory.

Back then, he almost didn’t bother to meet him.

Thinking it might be a talent, but with numerous talents in the world, it was merely a slightly bigger ant, not worth another glance.

And now?

"What do you intend to do?"

The murderous intent in Ji Changlie’s heart grew intensely, he wished to cross his army directly and slash the young man who gave no face into pulp, but he didn’t know why, the scolding that should have erupted turned into a query.

It was so weak and powerless.

"Hehe, hehe haha..."

Chen Ping grinned and chuckled, then burst into laughter towards the sky, the laughter grew louder and louder, until it echoed across two hundred thousand troops.

Once his laughter ceased, he said coldly: "Seeing Beizhou Hu Cavalry’s strong势, you retreated a hundred li, cowardly selling daughters for glory... Ji Changlie, I look down upon you."

Clearly, he’s just one person, yet his opponent, that Grandmaster Unity Realm aura, was extremely strong. Moreover, having the robust Heroic Military Qi of two hundred thousand attached, truly speaking of energy strength, far beyond his lone self.

But he dared not fight.

Even after slaughtering so many of his men and wiping his face.

Of course, fighting was useless.

He couldn’t match, he’d leave at any instant.

Even marching to surround, had to capture first.

"Father King." Ji Xuanhe was furious to madness, yet dared not approach either.

The manner in which those eight fierce generals charged just moments before, was furious, yet how laughable their forms flew away.

The scene where Elder Mingyu was sliced into minced meat by a single sword was too shocking, too terrifying, he didn’t want to experience that.

Just a powerless roar.

"Prince."

All around resounded countless cries of outrage, longing for Ji Changlie to order for an encirclement attack, fighting until strength exhausted.

Yet Ji Changlie remained silent, coldly watching.

Those with keen eyes could notice, his hands clenched so tightly that his bones deformed, yet he ultimately didn’t refute a word, watching Chen Ping turn and carry his sword, taking steps of ten zhang, gradually receding into the distance.

In the air, a sentence lingered: "One person and two hundred thousand kneeling, not a single man among them."

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