Meanwhile, Poison Demon opened his mouth and spewed out a thick cloud of inky-green poisonous mist. The mist seemed alive, transforming into a gigantic venomous python that bared its ferocious fangs and lunged straight at Chen Ping.
Even before the mist reached him, its foul, fishy stench was enough to make heads spin. Clearly, it contained an extremely terrifying poison.
Faced with this bizarre attack, Chen Ping neither dodged nor flinched.
He did not even draw the Dragon-Slaying Sword on his back.
“Petty tricks.”
With a cold snort, vast spiritual power surged within his body like a raging river.
After being cleansed by the Heavenly Gate Spirit Liquid, both the quality and quantity of his spiritual power far surpassed that of cultivators at the same level, even exceeding most in the early Celestial Immortal realm.
He pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.
“Slash!”
A condensed sword qi shining with pale golden light appeared out of nowhere. Like a hot knife through butter, it effortlessly cleaved the enormous poisonous python in half.
Once split, the mist seemed to lose its vitality and quickly dissipated into the air.
At the same moment, without turning his head, Chen Ping threw a backhanded punch towards an empty spot on his left.
“Holy Light Fist!”
A dazzling golden fist imprint roared forth. Within the imprint, Sanskrit characters appeared to flow, radiating a grand, solemn aura that repelled evil and subdued demons.
Boom!
With a muffled thud, a blurry figure was forcibly dragged out of the void. It was Shadow Demon, who had attempted a sneak attack.
Shock filled his face. He had never expected Chen Ping’s spiritual sense to be so acute, his palm force so ferocious, and, most importantly, this was clearly a Buddhist divine ability that perfectly countered his shadow-escape technique.
In his panic, Shadow Demon hastily crossed his pair of pitch-black daggers to block, yet the golden palm imprint sent his blood and qi into turmoil, hurling him backwards.
“Buddhist technique? Just who are you?”
Soul-Devouring Venerable abruptly stood up, genuine alarm appearing on his face for the first time.
Demonic cultivators feared nothing more than the supremely yang and unyielding divine abilities of Buddhism.
Chen Ping gave no reply. His figure flashed as he took the initiative to attack.
Moving with profound footwork, his body flowed like a dragon. In an instant, he closed in on Shadow Demon, who had only just regained his balance, and Poison Demon, who was brewing an even stronger poisonous technique.
“Five Elements Sword Gang!”
His fingers struck out repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, five sword qi of different colours (gold, cyan, blue, red, yellow) howled forth, carrying peerless sharpness as they shot towards the two demons.
The five elements generated and overcame one another in an endless cycle, their power stacking layer upon layer, sealing off every possible escape route.
Shadow Demon’s figure blurred again as he tried to melt into the shadows, but the five elements sword qi locked firmly onto his aura. No matter how he twisted and shifted, he could not shake them off.
Poison Demon shrieked and spat out even denser poisonous mist, forming layer upon layer of toxic barriers, yet before the indestructible sword qi, those barriers tore apart like paper.
Pfft! Pfft!
Two soft sounds of blades piercing flesh rang out. Shadow Demon and Poison Demon froze simultaneously.
A tiny hole of blood appeared at each of their foreheads. The light in their eyes rapidly faded, and with two thuds they collapsed dead to the ground.
In the space of a few breaths, three of the notorious “Five Demons of Soul-Devouring Venerable” had been cut down by Chen Ping with overwhelming force, while a fourth lay gravely wounded.
Only Blood Demon remained, his face ashen as he stood rooted to the spot, not daring to take a single step towards the god-of-war-like Chen Ping.
The inheritance Chen Ping had obtained in the Heavenly Gate Mountain ruins was no trifling matter.
Dead silence once more fell over the grand hall.
Everyone from Yama Heavenly Sect, including Yan Nantian and Liu Xue, stared at Chen Ping as though witnessing a miracle.
They had known he was strong, but strong to this extent completely overturned their understanding. A fifth-grade Human Immortal slaughtering second-grade Celestial Immortals like dogs?
This was no longer fighting above one’s level. This was utter domination.
Chen Ping stood with his hands behind his back, his cyan robes fluttering slightly in the lingering waves of energy. His gaze turned calmly towards Soul-Devouring Venerable on the high platform.
“Now, it is your turn.”
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an invisible might that echoed through the entire Yama Heavenly Sect and struck heavily upon every heart.
“How do you know the Heavenly Gate’s Five Elements Sword Gang?” Soul-Devouring Venerable asked, his brow furrowed.
“Because the Master of Heavenly Gate taught it to me personally. I did not expect a traitor of Heavenly Gate like you to still recognise this sword technique,” Chen Ping replied with a cold laugh.
