Chen Ping's Sword
Chapter 351 - 174: Blood Dance Radiant Sun, Hexi Tiger General_2
The blood vortex appeared extremely powerful and formidable, yet before the fist peak glowing with golden flame, it couldn’t withstand even a blink of an eye, and was directly shattered into nothingness.
The youth in the azure robe with a jade crown stood amidst the ruins of the courtyard, surrounded by dragon-like spirals of golden flame, almost like a deity.
"With such strength, how could I have underestimated him and even targeted his junior disciple?"
Tong Yanqiu spat blood and regretted deeply.
He now understood clearly.
His earlier speculations were not wrong at all.
With such body technique and cultivation, how could the opponent fail to catch up with him?
From the start, the opponent hadn’t gone all out, merely keeping a distant pursuit.
Every time he thought he had shaken him off, he was actually firmly within the opponent’s grasp.
"However, fortunately, Master Yun Qi isn’t that weak either. Every Cloud Pattern Assassin is capable of contending with a Grandmaster, not as simple as they seem."
Feeling his own injuries, Zang Yanqiu screamed inwardly, hoping his superior had more lethal methods, "Who could believe an attack would turn him into a pulp?"
"You’re the one who forced me..."
Sure enough, as Master Yun Qi’s massive form was shattered into countless pieces splattering backward, a furious roar shook the surrounding pavilions and houses, making them tremble.
Amidst the panicked cries and running of hundreds of servants, the dispersing blood mist abruptly halted, congregating in mid-air, forming a human shape.
Countless strands of black and red blood threads surged from the ground like tides, converging.
Simultaneously, blood threads were extracted from the bodies of the frantically running men and women, and in just two blinks, the blood shadow took form in mid-air, becoming a blood-colored figure with dagger-like brows and fierce eyes.
In Chen Ping’s mind’s eye, this person was not a real person, but a gathering of grievances and Blood Qi.
Countless thoughts split into hundreds of points scattered across the vast mansion grounds.
This was his true form.
"So it’s the Blood Shadow Divine Skill of the Blood Shadow Sect, truly mysterious and bizarre."
Chen Ping looked around and saw that the hundreds of men and women running chaotically all turned into a streak of blood light, from the Baihui acupoint on their heads, a spot of blood light ascended, converging towards the blood shadow in mid-air like lightning.
He knew that attacking now, even scattering the blood shadow before him, would be useless. He couldn’t save the hundreds of unfortunate people in this mansion.
Because this Blood Shadow Sect member or the Wind and Cloud Pavilion’s mastermind had long set traps, refining hundreds of servants in the mansion into Blood Shadow Puppets.
Now, to meet the ’great enemy,’ he had no choice but to reclaim all the power by gathering all the split Divine Thoughts and carrying a body full of Blood Qi.
’Not until every single Divine Thought of the Sub-God is eradicated will this person be truly vanquished.’
A realization rose in Chen Ping’s heart.
After reaching the Unity Realm, his spirit could merge with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism at any time, perceiving many things clearly.
Yet the more transparently he saw, the colder his intent to kill became.
Not only did he see the hundreds of servants in the courtyard had long been turned into Blood Shadow Puppets,
but he also saw the piles of white skeletal remains in the subterranean storeroom of the backyard.
’Shihai Trading Company has been stationed in Xingqing Prefecture for nearly two years. Who knows how many lives this person has claimed in secret, how many refugee civilians have died in this colorful courtyard...’
Compared to the Blood Shadow Sect disciples he encountered during his escape from Youx Mountain, this person before him is infinitely stronger.
Even he, now in the Grandmaster Realm with the True Gang Glazed Body, felt a slight threat.
Chen Ping said nothing, only ice and snow flickered in his eyes as he slowly drew his sword.
The scene before him transformed into a colossal net composed of countless black and white threads, completely covering the sky. At the intersections of the fine mesh, dots of thoughts rose like evil spirits and demons.
He knew the Blood Shadow Sect’s Cultivation Techniques were extremely deceptive, notoriously difficult to kill.
Even if one is a level higher than them,
an unguarded moment might allow a small blood shadow or fragment of thought to escape.
Then they could recover by absorbing blood, starting anew.
Therefore, he had only one chance to strike.
Strike once, completely annihilate...
Chen Ping stood in the courtyard. By the time the Black Dragon Sword was fully unsheathed, his eyes already slowly closed.
His thought transcended boundlessly, enveloping the entire Fan family mansion, leaving no vitality, no spot of blood light overlooked.
"Hahaha..."
Who knew what went wrong with the blood shadow, but as it gathered infinite blood light, a crown seemed to form on his head, and a blood-red robe appeared on his body. Reaching for his back, he slowly drew an eerie red long blade from his spine.
He laughed maniacally, swinging the blade.
Like a paper blown by the wind, the attack had already reached Chen Ping, the blade’s momentum transformed into a roaring river, swirling and raging, crashing down on Chen Ping.
"Is that all? Didn’t you eat?"
Chen Ping didn’t open his eyes, mockingly retorted.
The blood-red river-like blade wave struck his body, splattering the Glazed Blood Gang ablaze, split in half and closing again, only for strands of blood thread to pierce into his skin and muscles, being completely extinguished by the sweeping Blood Gang.
Though seemingly unscathed, not only Master Yun Qi, who transformed into the blood shadow could see, after taking this blow, his aura waned a bit; even Zang Qiuyan struggling for life in the distance could discern that Chen Ping’s oppressive presence suddenly weakened a little.
"What a True Gang Glazed Body, said to withstand countless tribulations, able to fight and endure. I refuse to believe you are truly indestructible."