Chapter 205: Chapter 130: The Road to Heaven, No Door to Hell_3

But why is that young disciple from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall so strong?

Just the pressure of his sword wind made it hard for me to breathe.

It felt as if I were facing those Earth List experts I know.

Perhaps even more so...

’If I truly took a blow from his sword, breaking this Element Locking Hook would be insignificant; my whole body might shatter.’

Unlike Shang Zheng, who felt a mix of shock and relief, the Blood Eye Assassin’s Illusory Heart Sword, behind the Blood Eye Mask, gleamed even redder, with eyes flickering madly, anger rising from within, and malice emerging with courage.

Struck by the pressure of Chen Ping’s sword, he knew he couldn’t block it, so he didn’t even try.

Taking a deep breath, his body reeled back like a puppet on a string.

In a flash, he dashed along the ground back to the study.

The situation twisted and turned, coming back full circle.

This time, his target wasn’t just the Fake Prefect; his murderous intent was extreme, and his main focus was Han Xiaoru.

"Primordial Martial Arts Hall, ha, who do they think they’re underestimating, daring to leave their protective target? Then I’ll show them by killing."

A long sword whistle rose again; the study filled with countless sword shadows, jade light flashing intensely, as he thrust countless swords in an instant.

He was about to slay both Han Xiaoru, who held the Broken Sword with a stern face, and the Fake Prefect.

"There’s a path to heaven you won’t take; no door to hell, yet you insist on barging in."

Chen Ping was furious too.

Charging in swiftly, his toes touched the ground, and the slashing long sword, akin to light smoke and a cold moon, transformed into dozens of afterimages.

The direction of the sword’s point was accompanied by a roaring image of the Greed Wolf, seeming almost tangible.

In an instant, he pursued back to the study.

His speed was more than double that of the Blood Eye Assassin.

Chen Ping’s mind was incredibly clear. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Every move had deep meaning.

Zhuo Yunfei’s whispered secrets at the beginning were not forgotten by him.

He knew this assassin from the Wind and Cloud Pavilion was like a hornet’s nest.

Best not to provoke.

If there ever was a chance to kill, best not to.

Otherwise, it might trigger the Wind and Cloud Pavilion’s Soul-Seeking Order.

Chen Ping hadn’t heard about what the Soul-Seeking Order was.

But from the name, he could roughly guess it was a retaliatory pursuit mission.

His was simply an escort mission for a rewarding payment, nothing more.

With already too many enemies, he just couldn’t afford to make any more.

He suppressed his heartache for losing some Tribulation Points, deciding not to kill this incredibly talented Blood Eye Assassin.

As long as he could force the opponent back, he would have achieved his goal.

Thus, he saved Shang Yinzhang by the skin of his teeth, his Sword Intent gently affecting both, mainly aiming to separate them.

With the weighty Primordial Sword Form, he wanted the Blood Eye Assassin to understand... it was advisable to leave early from an untenable situation.

Chen Ping asked himself, had he not made his Sword Language clear?

Not only did the assassin get it, even the wounded Pei Zixing and Shang Yinzhang watching did too.

Yet this assassin from the Wind and Cloud Pavilion, pretended not to understand, suddenly releasing a fierce rage, turned back into the study to attack Han Xiaoru.

Still insisting on killing the "target" he was protecting to achieve Perfection.

This was simply outrageous.

Letting you off, but you don’t know how to cherish it.

The Blood Eye Assassin’s wrist quivered the sword, yet halfway through, his body felt a chill, his back as if pricked by needles, making his heart race.

Without looking back, he staggered aside, steps blurred...

His body spun, changing from forward thrust to backward defense.

Clang...

A soft sound chimed.

The sword whistle had just arisen.

He felt as if his Jade Wave Sword was pressed by ten thousand tons of seawater, unable to move, with a myriad of stars before his eyes.

Completely unable to see where the opponent’s sword was, only seeing a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.

Thunk...

A coolness at the throat.

"What a fast sword..."

The Blood Eye Assassin’s head flew skyward, just managing a gasp of astonishment, with a trace of despair and regret lingering in his eyes.

The headless body paused briefly, then crumbled with a "thud," stirring up a few specks of dust.

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