Chapter 170: Chapter 120: The Revealed Blade—Backstab and Counterattack

Chen Ping handed the great sword back to Han Xiaoru.

This sword, how should I put it?

It’s somewhat heavy.

But it really doesn’t fit well.

After all, since he began practicing swordplay, he has always used a standard sword... No matter how much he trains the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword to the Perfection Realm, it’s always about speed and technique.

Using this palm-wide great sword, while it’s certainly more powerful, it inevitably limits his speed a bit.

When dealing with Tong Biao, using only pure speed and weight was enough to finish him off, it also vented Han Xiaoru’s anger.

But against the Lifeless Sword Slave Sword Elder, it’s somewhat awkward.

"Make your move, there’s no need to put on airs of the Seven-Star Sword, just show your Lifeless Sword Intent.

Let me see, as a dog for the Hu People, how much Sword Intent can a Ten Thousand Swords Manor Sword Slave still muster?"

Chen Ping drew his sword and stood silently in the martial arena, his Qi Mechanism calm, his expression indifferent, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about? Young man, don’t think that just because you’re strong and fast, you can conquer the world. Swords aren’t used that way."

Opposite stood the "Eighteen Disciples’ Hidden Sword," though his mouth said he didn’t understand, he was nonetheless locked in by a faintly murderous intent, unwittingly using his naturally aged voice.

His Inner Qi flowed through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, causing the light around him to warp...

From afar, one could faintly hear the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves.

A cold chill climbed stealthily into the heart, feeling that this world is filthy, and everyone is worth killing.

"Back off quickly, this is truly the Lifeless Sword Intent, this man has understood at least thirty percent of the Sword Intent, could he be Innate?"

"He’s a Ten Thousand Swords Manor Sword Slave, rumored to be just a step away from breaking into the Innate stage. However, he has already reached the Lifeless Swordsmanship Perfection Realm and can basically be considered an Innate Expert."

"Changkong Martial Arts Hall is really pulling a fast one, bringing in such an old guy to pose as a disciple—have they decided to shamelessly tear off their mask?"

"Look at how formidable Brother Chen is, could they really defeat him without inviting famous experts from Jianghu?

Changkong Martial Arts Hall probably didn’t intend to play these tricks originally, they were forced to this point, unwilling to lose."

"Teaming up with the Hu People to scheme against Primordial Martial Arts Hall... This won’t end well; something major is bound to happen in today’s duel, we’d better leave."

The astute ones were already quietly planning to make a quick escape.

Currently, in Xingqing Prefecture, it’s not surprising for anyone to collude with Hu People.

But no one has blatantly positioned themselves on the side of the Hu People.

After all, the northern situation is complex; although the Beizhou army has the upper hand, having captured many cities, Great Li is losing battle after battle and is akin to a candle in the wind...

Yet amid the various Rebel Army factions, some powerful forces are relentlessly resisting...

Until the final moment, no one knows if the Beizhou Barbarians will have the last laugh.

Some have already taken sides early; this matter is ultimately disgraceful and doesn’t earn a righteous reputation.

Once exposed, they’re sure to be condemned behind their backs.

If Changkong Martial Arts Hall no longer hides its allegiance to the Beizhou Barbarians, will they also attempt to capture the Jianghu People here for a spectacle?

A wise man does not stand beside a danger wall.

If you can leave, do so.

Before all the Jianghu witnesses could completely withdraw, the "Eighteen Disciples in Grey Robes" had already ceased to conceal themselves.

He raised the sword to his eyebrows, without any flashy stance, the sword edge subtly moved, stepped forward, and with a thrust the sword was already at Chen Ping’s chest.

Initially, the move seemed ordinary.

Midway through the strike, the air around boiled, eerie wails deafening one’s ears...

The air was visibly turbulent, sucked onto the sword tip.

Even though it was a clear sky, where the sword pointed, it seemed to turn into a deep, dark night.

This is an illusion.

The last time Chen Ping received a strike at Youx Mountain.

However, at the time, the opponent only struck hastily, and he also blocked hastily, failing to fully grasp the sword’s intricacies.

Now, he realized, the opponent, with merely a First-Class Peak Level cultivation, has gained a reputation even greater than that of ordinary Innate experts, and rightly so.

He even felt, apart from cultivation and the quality of Inner Qi, the Sword Elder’s Lifeless Sword Intent attack was nearly as formidable as when facing the Black Soul.

Confusing the mind and spirit, Soul Slash and Soul Cutting.

Where the sword strikes, there is no life.

Every sword technique, when it reaches the Perfection Level, cannot be underestimated.

No wonder, after a previous battle, even with his formidable physique, it took him three days to fully expel the residual sword power.

"Unfortunately, the me now is no longer the me of yesterday."

Not only did Chen Ping not retreat, but his lips even held a faint smile.

Under the dark Lifeless Sword Light, it appeared particularly eerie.

Then, everyone was surprised to see the unmasked Sword Elder’s strike, where the Sword Qi exploded outwards with a mere light crackling sound, lacking any sensation of the sword edge piercing flesh.

Chen Ping stood there as the breeze amongst the mountains, the moonlight beneath the water.

Reflecting inwardly, seems near but actually far.

"That’s not right..."

At this moment, even the Jianghu individuals who intended to leave couldn’t help but pause and watch this strange scene.

Watching the Ninth Disciple in green clothes, seemingly a shadow, slowly raise his hand, slowly thrust his sword, piercing the Sword Elder’s throat, then sheath the sword.

It seemed slow to describe and not fast to watch.

Yet, as he thrust his sword, everyone seemed trapped in a dream, their thoughts seemingly paused, only watching the blood drip from the back of the Sword Elder’s neck, observing his eyes reveal a look of disbelief.