Chen Ping's Sword

"Where forgiveness is possible, let there be forgiveness."

A gray shadow flashed, and someone blocked the horse’s path.

Chen Ping struck Ji Changlie away with his halberd, his momentum like a rainbow, man and horse as one. A blazing gold flame ignited around him, the Qi mechanism linked, starlight descended from the sky, transforming into a shimmering curtain of light, connecting him and his thirty thousand cavalry, hearts as one.

As they charged forward, like a raging sea tide, advancing fiercely, a mighty and peculiar pressure was formed.

For those without firm minds, even standing before him, let alone fighting, they would immediately feel their hearts and spirits shattered, unable to even lift their weapons.

However, charging towards his combat halberd, there was someone who, against all odds, remained unfazed, and stood firmly in front of his horse.

It was an elderly man in gray robes, his face haggard, his thin frame with long brows hanging down, making it impossible to discern his true age.

Yet, one could see that his mindset must have been steeped in considerable change.

His eyes were murky and without waves, like a pool of dead water.

Even facing this fierce cavalcade, and Chen Ping’s unrivaled divine power, he displayed not the slightest hint of fear.

It was unclear whether he did not understand fear, or simply did not fear death.

Chen Ping felt neither of these seemed likely.

But rather, that he had immense confidence in his own abilities.

Confidence in having the means to turn the tide against the wind.

"Although this old man may not be able to defeat you, truth be told, I can’t even beat Divine Master Duran. However, trying to break through this Purple Sky Divine Thunder Domain, while King Ping might remain unharmed, how many of your cavalry will really survive?"

Having many people sometimes is not always good; sometimes it’s bad.

Just like the first time they met, Chen Ping, all alone, charged the formation, and the opponent couldn’t stop him. They ended up being slaughtered, and he retreated unscathed.

As the old man raised his eyes, his frail and lean frame suddenly expanded.

From a height of six feet, his body instantly grew to over nine feet, muscles knotting, lightning flickering, and around his body emanated a purple glow, transforming into a sea of thunder stretching a hundred feet.

In this sea of thunder, countless electric serpents weaved through, just watching them made one’s hair stand on end, and a faint smell of scorched air permeated.

The old man, no, the now imposing elder with long brows, chuckled, drawing a purple ancient-looking longsword from his shoulder. Pointing the sword tip to the ground, he said calmly, "Today’s victor is already decided. Why not cease the battle here? What do you think?"

"I think not."

Chen Ping laughed.

Just as Ji Changlie thought, today, at this moment, it was indeed a decisive battle for half of Jiangnan.

If Ji Changlie’s army were allowed to leave and be secretly spied upon by this ambitious and unscrupulous King Jinghai, then not to mention the distant future, the Three Prefectures would certainly face instability.

Moreover, this elder standing before him, whose relationship with Ji Changlie was unknown, did not have the qualification to negotiate with him.

"Just relying on your Purple Sky Divine Thunder Domain, it still lacks a bit of fire control, old sir. Do you believe, among my thirty thousand one hundred and ninety-two men, you can’t harm a single one?"

The moment Chen Ping finished speaking, without urging his horse forward, he swiftly reached for his waist, drawing the Black Dragon Sword, slicing into the void.

The sword light was like tearing silk, cleaving through space, cutting through yin and yang, displaying the myriad phenomena of the human world, the brocade mountains and rivers.

"Arrogant!"

The imposing elder’s eyes surged with heavy thunder fire, shouting in anger, his purple longsword moved simultaneously.

He lifted the sword skyward.

Within the hundred-foot domain, countless bright blue-purple lightning gathered onto the sword body.

In an instant, wind and thunder erupted, and the entire sky darkened to a deep gloom, only the dragon-like lightning flying in all directions, as if Heaven itself was angry, about to strike down furiously.

The existence of the domain not only represents one’s own path, enhancing one’s own knowledge.

But also to seize the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi where they stand.

Whoever has a deeper enlightenment of this world, with a stronger spiritual will, will gain the advantage.

Accumulating small victories into big ones, transforming the guest ground into home ground, then when striking, can achieve a lethal blow.

This is the combat mode of the Unity Grandmaster Realm.

The gray-clothed elder, self-assured after entering the Grandmaster realm for forty years, having a profound understanding of this Purple Sky Divine Thunder Domain, though limited by talent, could not elevate this domain to the Yang Essence Realm, Transforming Void into Reality, becoming true Purple Sky Thunder.

However, simulating it with vitality, in the same realm, he did not believe anyone could surpass him.

In his view, the phantasmagorical manifestations of the worldly phenomena in the opposite sword light domain were unnecessary.

Using that idle effort to manifest myriad phenomena, it would be better to focus on enhancing the power of the sword light.

Therefore, the gray-clothed elder’s move was not aimed at Chen Ping alone but at his over thirty thousand cavalry.

Didn’t you boast that you could protect your soldiers under your command?

Let’s see how you protect them.

And how you withstand an attribute attack that is arguably the strongest, the all-encompassing thunderstorm?

...

The two stood in fierce opposition, almost simultaneously drawing their swords, their domains unfolding.

The boundless sea of thunder crashed down, surging into that smoky human world brocade rivers and mountains, only creating heavy ripples.

The scene changed, mountains and rivers altered courses, human calamities, and in the illusion, humanity rushed to aid, united in purpose, rebuilding their homes.

A glance like a thousand years.

No matter how densely the sky thunder fell like rain.

Crashing into Chen Ping’s domain, those seemingly insignificant, ant-like humans always had countless ways to resist such natural disasters, crafting a beautiful human world.

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