Zi Yuan’s face darkened. Chen Ping’s sword just now was simply too fast, she had no way to stop it.
The surrounding divine clan students were already scared pale. At this moment, they all fell silent as cicadas in winter, subconsciously shrinking back.
They had grown up in the divine kingdom from a young age, accustomed to sparring among fellow clansmen, yet they had never seen such ruthless action. Without half a sentence of nonsense, without half a bit of hesitation, just one sword, it severed the arm of a seventh-grade Earth Immortal realm cultivator.
That Dragon-Slaying Sword, emitting cold light, clearly looked ordinary. But in the moment of swinging the sword just now, they actually did not see Chen Ping’s movements clearly. They only felt a silver gleam flash before their eyes, immediately followed by blood splattering.
A first-grade Earth Immortal easily severing the arm of a seventh-grade Earth Immortal. If not seen with their own eyes, none of them would believe such a thing.
Zi Yuan’s pupils also contracted sharply. She had always thought Chen Ping was just a pawn pushed out by forces behind him, with a low realm, relying entirely on others’ support to dare escort the princess back.
But that scene just now completely overturned her understanding. A first-grade Earth Immortal severing the arm of a seventh-grade. This absolutely could not be explained by good luck or a strong weapon.
The control of spiritual power when swinging the sword, the grasp of timing, as well as that absolute control over the situation. These were fundamentally not things an ordinary first-grade Earth Immortal cultivator could possess.
“We’ve already agreed not to settle scores afterwards. Are the words of you divine clan cultivators all like farts?”
Chen Ping slowly retracted the Dragon-Slaying Sword. The bloodstains on the sword body flowed away along the sword patterns like living things, instantly restoring its snow-bright original colour.
Moreover, these words made everyone present flush red in the face!
Just now, they had heard it. Chen Ping had agreed with Wei Feng, even if injured, no settling scores afterwards.
Now Wei Feng actually brought out his own identity to pressure people, clearly not keeping his word.
Chen Ping raised his eyes to sweep over the divine clan students present. Wherever his gaze reached, all the students subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
The youths who just now had faces full of disdain, at this moment only felt that gaze piercing like cold ice. It was as if just one more look would lead them to the same fate as Wei Feng.
“We cultivators of the divine kingdom emphasise ‘convincing with reason’. How can you injure people at every turn?”
From the crowd, a middle-aged cultivator wearing a green Confucian robe stepped out. He was a mentor of the academy, with cultivation at eighth-grade Earth Immortal. At this moment, he stared at Chen Ping with a livid face.
“Fellow Daoist Chen, this is the divine kingdom academy, not a place for you to run wild! Why not quickly apologise, follow me to see Lord Wei Lieutenant, and explain this matter clearly!” That middle-aged cultivator said!
“Convincing with reason?”
Chen Ping sneered, his eyes full of mockery. “Just now your student, relying on his high realm, insulted me in every way. He said I ‘not having read books am a barbarian’, said I ‘first-grade Earth Immortal not worthy to step into the academy’. How come you did not come out to ‘convince with reason’? Now he made a move but got injured instead, and you jump out to talk about rules?”
He stepped forward one step. An invisible pressure suddenly spread out. That mentor was actually forced back half a step by this pressure, shocked in his heart.
This aura was clearly only first-grade Earth Immortal, yet it carried a crushing dominance. It was as if he was facing not a low-tier cultivator, but a venerable powerhouse long in a high position.
“Isn’t the divine kingdom said to ‘cultivate both inside and outside’?”
Chen Ping’s voice was not loud, yet it clearly transmitted to everyone’s ears. “In the books you read, did they not teach ‘do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself’? Did they not teach ‘not to bully with power’? Or is it that your divine kingdom’s ‘etiquette’ only applies to those weaker than you?”
That mentor was rendered speechless by the questions. He opened his mouth, but could not find words to refute.
Just now when Wei Feng provoked, he was indeed present. He even felt in his heart that Chen Ping, a human clan cultivator daring to be insolent in the divine kingdom academy, deserved to be taught a lesson. But now Chen Ping used their own boasted ‘etiquette’ to question back, and he actually had no way to argue.
