Chen Ping's Sword

The "Life and Death Domain" descends.

Boundless Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi gathers, first transforming into a vast vitality, falling upon Chen Ping unimpeded, and in an instant, spirituality is born, turning into a surging deathly aura.

This deathly aura penetrates everywhere, infiltrating every crevice.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Ping feels surrounded by fierce ghosts and phantom spirits, howling as if he has entered the Infinite Hell.

The True Qi is suppressed, Qi and Blood flow poorly, fear, cowardice, and surrender—all kinds of negative emotions arise from nowhere in his mind.

It seems that all this persistence is, in fact, meaningless.

People always have to die.

Talking about great ambitions, discussing royal power and wealth—one day, they will all wither and age, becoming a mound of barren earth in the mountains.

If the end of striving is death, then what use are endless efforts and countless ideals?

After my death, who cares if the floods are overwhelming.

Why not, while alive, enjoy life, for however many decades or a hundred years pass, no matter how much is done, it’s all futile, not worth it, not worth it.

"What a powerful Life and Death Domain, confronting life’s greatest problem, questioning life and death; if there’s any doubt, the mind is unsteady, the hand wavers, and you’re already three parts lost before the fight even starts."

The moment the domain presses down on him, Chen Ping feels his bones, meridians, muscles, and blood all groaning in agony.

The last time he fought fiercely with Divine Master Duran for dozens of rounds, both sides were severely injured, he had had enough of the domain’s torment.

In battle, he was restrained, unable to exert half of his skills.

If not for the True Dragon Blood consistently stabilizing his strength, increasing threefold with each Realm, he might have been worn down by the opponent, let alone resisting the domain’s oppression and launching a strong counterattack to injure the opponent.

A familiar feeling surged to his heart.

Chen Ping’s gaze turned cold.

This time, it’s very different.

Above his head, a crescent moon suddenly rose among the starlight...

As soon as the crescent moon appeared, within the deep and dark Domain of Decay, the aura of decay vanished, and a beam of moonlight heavily pressed on Divine Master Duran.

Crack.

Like steel scraping across a glass mirror, the two domains entangled, emitting a sharp, piercing sound.

Duran’s vision blurred, as if he had left the battlefield and returned to the plains, back to the city-state.

That year, he carried a scimitar in his hand, slaughtering all his compatriots in the city just for a chance to advance.

Lying in the pool of blood were all his family, clan, and countrymen.

He seemed to see hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of clansmen, faces stained with blood, loudly accusing him.

"With bloody hands, selling out for glory, is this truly living, even if alive? As we become fierce ghosts, we’ll wait for you in hell."

The scene changed again, back to his childhood, where Duran, holding his father’s hand with his left and his mother’s with his right, laughed joyfully.

Before him were mountains and rivers, fertile fields, cyan grass, mist like smoke.

Duran seemed to forget everything, only wishing to remain forever in this most beautiful time, never to wake again.

Suddenly, the two hands released him, and his parents, faces smeared with blood, bodies broken, pointed at him, "With such a heart like a scorpion and snake, killing so ruthlessly, why don’t you die, die, die..."

"What a Realm of All Living Beings—to see all living beings means certain death."

Duran sighed.

Forcibly embracing the Origin and guarding the One, concentrating Spirit and returning to the Origin, he retracted the domain to protect his mind and spirit.

He kept the luminous illusion domain at bay.

Of course, attacking was out of the question.

Unable to attack but still able to defend.

Their domains canceled each other out; mutually, it was truly a case of killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred themselves. The opponent could endure, but he might not.

Each held their domain, and with mutual influence, not only did they fail to gain a boost in combat power, but also hallucinations surged.

Just having collected the [Life and Death Domain], another illusion appeared before his eyes—thunder roared, and a Sword Gang appeared, slashing through dark crevices in the sky, his body trembling before the sword light reached him.

Every strand of hair, every inch of skin tingled as if electrified, True Qi mildly obstructed, and acupoints throughout his body faintly ached.

Duran took half a deep breath, his scimitar turning from snow bright to pitch black, transforming into a giant wheel mid-stroke, absorbing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, his skin covered in countless mysterious patterns.

[Reincarnation Slash]

Soul Slash, Soul Cutting, Life and Death Reincarnation.

Chen Ping swung his sword down.

Crack.

A force of over four hundred thousand jin formed an invincible Sword Gang, ready to shatter Divine Master Duran’s scimitar and his body adorned with black patterns in the next moment.

Suddenly, he felt his True Gang Glazed Body beginning to crumble from the tiniest level.

A deathly aura was born from the particles of flesh.

"Goodness, this is what Life and Death Reincarnation means, it’s dragging me into a battle of blood."

Chen Ping reacted at lightning speed.

At this moment, he focused all his attention, even ignoring the elite cavalry that had just broken through the Ten Thousand Beasts Devouring Heaven Array, all his mind centered on Divine Master Duran.

This Celestial List expert from the Celestial Witchcraft Sect, truly, when pushed to the brink, revealed his true colors.

The opponent’s exquisite application of domains proved to be a valuable lesson for him.

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