“Boom!!!”
An extremely muffled explosion resounded.
Under the incredulous, almost stupefied gazes of everyone, that aggressive General Mo Yan, resembling a humanoid ferocious beast, met his end.
His heavy sword, capable of cleaving mountains, when still ten zhang away from Chen Ping, seemed to crash into an invisible wall more solid than the stars themselves.
The heavy sword, along with the arm holding it, burst apart first.
Immediately after, his massive body covered in rock-like keratin layers, as if struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer, screamed as it flew back faster than it had come.
He tumbled and twisted in the air. The incredibly hard keratin layers shattered inch by inch. Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed wildly from his mouth and nose.
He traced a tragic bloody parabola, finally crashing heavily like a broken sack into the midst of the fused beast army below.
He smashed several fused beast warriors who could not dodge into meat paste. As for himself, he twitched twice, then breathed no more. His aura completely vanished.
A peak fifth-grade Heavenly Immortal realm powerhouse, a fierce general renowned for strength in the Beast Fusion Holy Sect, was casually flicked away by Chen Ping with a sleeve swipe and instantly killed.
Deathly silence.
Even the wind seemed to stop flowing.
Whether from the demonic sect, the fused beasts, or the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, everyone stood frozen as if under a binding spell. Their minds went blank.
What… just happened?
An illusion?
That was a peak fifth-grade Heavenly Immortal realm expert!
Not some common cabbage in the field!
Even if outmatched, there should have been fierce clashes, bombardments of spells, right?
How could it be… how could he be swatted away like a fly, with a casual flick, and just… gone?!
The ferocious grin on Hun Sha’s face froze. Zhan Gu’s bronze-bell-like eyes bulged almost to splitting.
Ling Yunzi and the elders and disciples of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect were shocked beyond words.
They knew Chen Ping was strong. He had once repelled Hun Sha in the Crimson Blood Plain, but… strong to this extent?!
This completely exceeded their comprehension!
How could a Human Immortal realm possess such terrifying power?!
Chen Ping acted as if he had done something trivial. He did not even glance in the direction where General Mo Yan had fallen.
His gaze remained calm on Hun Sha and Zhan Gu. His tone carried a faint trace of impatience.
“Ants are ants. They do not even qualify for me to draw my sword.”
“Is there anyone else who wants to come up and try?”
These plain words, at this moment, sounded to the demonic sect and fused beast crowds more piercing than the most vicious curse, colder than the sharpest sword edge.
After a brief dead silence came complete uproar and commotion.
“No… impossible!”
“General Mo Yan… just died like that?”
“What… what kind of monster is he?!”
Panic, like a plague, began spreading in the hearts of some lower-tier demonic sect disciples and fused beast warriors.
“Bastards! Do not be arrogant!”
Hun Sha’s face turned ashen. He shouted sternly, forcibly suppressing the shock and unease in his heart.
He absolutely refused to believe Chen Ping truly possessed strength to overwhelm them. It must have been some诡异 secret technique or treasure that allowed him to instantly kill Mo Yan with one strike.
Yes, it had to be that!
“Form the array! Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Immortal Grand Array! Trap him to death for this seat!” Hun Sha roared hoarsely.
“Fused beast battle formation! Blood Fury Charge! Exhaust him to death!”
Zhan Gu also reacted, bellowing orders.
However, Chen Ping seemed to have lost his patience.
“Noisy.”
He uttered two words. Finally, for the first time, he gripped the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand tightly.
There was no earth-shattering preparatory stance, no buildup, no shout.
He simply swung the Dragon Slaying Sword forward in a flat, ordinary slash.
A chaotic-coloured, thin-as-cicada-wing, nearly transparent arc-shaped sword qi silently detached from the sword edge and slowly flew forward.
This sword qi appeared so “slow”, so “gentle”, with hardly any detectable energy fluctuations.
However, after it travelled ten zhang, a sudden change occurred.
That thin arc-shaped sword qi abruptly expanded and divided.
One became two, two became four, four became eight… In an instant, it transformed into hundreds upon thousands of even finer, sharper sword qi threads, all bearing the same chaotic hue.
These sword qi threads seemed alive, like countless chaotic venomous snakes seeking prey. They blanketed the sky.
They enveloped the area below where the core deacons and leaders of the demonic sect and fused beast army, those with auras between the fourth and fifth grades of Earth Immortal realm, were forming arrays or preparing to charge.
Fast!
Utterly fast!
Beyond the limit of divine sense capture!
“Puff puff puff puff puff puff…!!!!!!!”
A series of dense, scalp-numbing light sounds like bursting bubbles suddenly rang out.
Below, over three hundred demonic sect deacons and fused beast leaders who were forming arrays or roaring as they charged froze abruptly in motion.
Their facial expressions remained fixed in ferocity, fanaticism, or shock. The light in their eyes, however, instantly extinguished.
The next moment, their bodies, along with their armour and weapons, like weathered sand sculptures, silently turned into puffs of fine, grey-white dust.
A gentle breeze blew past. The dust rose and scattered into the air. Not a drop of blood, not a fragment of bone remained.
In their places, only hundreds of empty spots remained, along with… scattered storage bags, storage rings, and other items intact on the ground.
One sword, reduced to ashes!
Over three hundred core forces at the fourth and fifth grades of Earth Immortal realm evaporated instantly!
