The Third Hall Master was startled at the sight. His arms instinctively pushed forward, assuming a defensive stance.
Boom!
As that sword slashed down, the Third Hall Master was once again shaken back.
This time, he retreated fully several hundred zhang before stopping. Although he was not injured, his arms ached faintly and kept trembling.
“With just these skills, you dare to call yourself the Third Hall Master of the temple? Today, I will remove you from that position.”
Chen Ping said with a cold laugh.
“What are you to revoke my position as Third Hall Master?”
The Third Hall Master roared in anger. The aura around his body swelled continuously.
Chen Ping just gave a cold smile. His body vanished in an instant. Then, in the void, bursts of sword cries rang out. Countless powerful sword intents directly twisted and tore at the void.
The Third Hall Master gritted his teeth. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He too leaped up and disappeared from the spot. Next, he smashed a fist towards Chen Ping.
Today, no matter what, he could not lose to Chen Ping.
After all, the Witch Prince and the Great Elder were watching. If he lost, the Evil Path Temple might reconsider their cooperation.
If he could not even handle a small cultivator at the Earth Immortal Realm, then as Third Hall Master, he would have no authority left in front of his own subordinates.
Boom!
The sword intent and fist wind collided fiercely. The entire void exploded directly. Terrifying waves of power shot out in all directions like ripples.
The crowd hurriedly circulated their spiritual energy to block them. Meanwhile, Chen Ping and the Third Hall Master had already clashed in full battle.
The two fought intensely. The entire void began to burn.
The disciples of the Third Hall grew paler and paler. If even their Third Hall Master could not handle Chen Ping, then they stood no chance at all.
Chen Ping seemed to be only at the Earth Immortal Realm. How could he have such strength?
A sense of confusion lingered in everyone’s heart!
The Fourth Hall Master, Ling Xi, saw this scene and smiled. The way she looked at Chen Ping became much gentler.
Chen Ping’s strength had grown too quickly, so fast it baffled everyone!
Boom!
At that moment, a huge bang sounded. Chen Ping and the Third Hall Master’s figures separated. But they soon collided again.
Chen Ping’s intent sword in his hand kept swinging out brilliant sword lights.
The Third Hall Master dodged repeatedly. He dared not block the sword in Chen Ping’s hand directly anymore.
Chen Ping grew more excited as he fought. He felt his sword intent becoming purer and sharper in this fierce clash.
Each collision with the Third Hall Master was like sculpting a peerless work of art. His sword intent served as the finest carving knife.
The intent sword in his hand flickered with a cold, eerie light. The sword intent flowing over the blade seemed alive. With his swings, it traced dazzling yet deadly paths in the void.
Chen Ping’s figure moved like a ghost, flickering and shifting in the void. At times, he appeared on the Third Hall Master’s left and unleashed a sharp horizontal slash.
At other times, he popped up on the right and thrust a tricky straight stab.
The Third Hall Master grew more alarmed as the fight went on. He had originally thought Chen Ping was just a minor Earth Immortal cultivator. Even with some tricks, he should not be able to match him.
Yet reality slapped him hard in the face. Chen Ping’s sword intent felt endless. Every sword carried immense power, and the angles were so tricky that he could barely defend against them.
“How can this kid have such strength?”
The Third Hall Master was secretly shocked. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. The sweat slid down his cheeks and soaked his clothes.
His breathing grew rapid. Every punch felt a bit weak now.
Looking at Chen Ping’s relaxed and composed expression, a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.
The people in the arena were also stunned by this intense battle.
