He had fought Chen Ping before and could be certain that Chen Ping’s strength was utterly incapable of killing a Heavenly Venerable, not even the Great Elder.
This indicated that Chen Ping definitely had a powerful backer supporting him.
However, who exactly was the strong person behind Chen Ping, and what their strength truly was, remained a complete mystery.
But it was certain that if Mu Dharma King encountered the strong person behind Chen Ping, it would only lead to his death.
What they needed now was investigation, to probe the person behind Chen Ping.
Not to directly clash with Chen Ping.
Yet Mu Dharma King would not listen and insisted on seeking trouble with Chen Ping. In that case, he could not be bothered to interfere.
After all, his position was not as high as a Dharma King’s; he was merely a lackey running errands.
…
At this moment, Chen Ping stood quietly in that slightly desolate space and time, surrounded by a deathly silence. Only the occasional breeze blowing past caused a faint flutter of his clothing hem.
He gripped the Dragon Slaying Sword tightly in his hand, his eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings, waiting for the people from Yan Luo Heavenly Sect to come and escort him.
However, fate always seemed to love playing jokes at unexpected moments.
Just as he waited patiently, a powerful aura swept in like a gale.
Chen Ping frowned and instantly became alert. He sensed that this aura carried intense hostility.
Anyone who harboured such strong hostility towards him must be from the Evil Path Hall.
Soon, Mu Dharma King appeared in his field of vision like a ghost, accompanied by his four subordinates.
Mu Dharma King stood tall and straight, the long sword on his back emitting a cold, eerie glow, as if whispering of its sharpness and peril.
The four black-clothed men behind him were shrouded entirely in black cloaks, revealing only pairs of cold, sharp eyes, like hunters in the dark night, ready at any moment to deliver a fatal strike to their enemies.
“You are Chen Ping?”
Mu Dharma King spoke coldly, his voice emerging as if from an ice cellar, carrying a bone-chilling intent.
Chen Ping’s heart tightened. He knew the visitors meant no good, but he showed no trace of fear on his face. He raised his head proudly and said: “Indeed. Your Evil Path Hall’s people have come to trouble me time and again. What do you want today?”
The corners of Mu Dharma King’s mouth curved up slightly, revealing a mocking smile: “What do we want? Naturally, to take your life and avenge the Great Elder and the Heavenly Venerable!”
With that, he swung the long sword in his hand, and a sharp sword qi shot towards Chen Ping like lightning.
Chen Ping reacted swiftly. He dodged to the side quickly, the sword qi grazing past his clothing hem and leaving a deep mark in the void behind him.
Chen Ping was secretly alarmed in his heart. Mu Dharma King’s strength was indeed not to be underestimated; just this one sword had made him feel immense pressure.
“Hmph, is that all you’ve got?”
Chen Ping snorted coldly. He shook the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, and a golden sword beam rose into the sky, counterattacking towards Mu Dharma King.
Seeing this, a trace of disdain flashed in Mu Dharma King’s eyes. He lightly blocked with the long sword in his hand, dissipating Chen Ping’s sword beam into nothingness.
Immediately after, his figure flashed, appearing before Chen Ping like a ghost. The long sword in his hand carried the momentum of thunder and carried the weight of a thousand jun, thrusting towards Chen Ping’s chest.
Chen Ping was shocked in his heart. He had not expected Mu Dharma King’s speed to be so astonishing; he simply had no time to dodge.
In this critical moment, he hurriedly twisted his body. Although he avoided the vital spot, the long sword still drew a deep wound on his shoulder, and blood instantly stained his clothing red.
Blood trickled from the corner of Chen Ping’s mouth, his brows furrowed tightly, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.
He knew the gap in strength between himself and Mu Dharma King was considerable, but at this point, he had no path of retreat and could only fight to the death.
Just as Mu Dharma King prepared to strike Chen Ping again, a black light streaked across the sky like a meteor. Following that, a woman in black attire appeared before everyone, accompanied by ten men in white robes.
The woman had a graceful figure and a cold, alluring face. Her jet-black long hair fluttered in the wind, like an elf from the night sky.
In her hand, she held a black long whip, which flickered with an eerie glow, as if containing boundless power.
