With the time reversal shattered, the fist that had gathered all his strength lost its greatest support. Though still overwhelmingly powerful, a glaring flaw had appeared!
And that flaw was exactly what Chen Ping had been waiting for!
Under the effect of time acceleration, his thoughts and movements reached their absolute limit.
The same instant his finger broke the reversal, the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his right hand had already become a streak of light that tore through the void!
“Cut!”
No dazzling sword glow, no heaven-shaking roar. Only a line of darkness so condensed it seemed to swallow light itself.
It flashed along the precise instant where the burly man’s power flow faltered, where the old force had ended and the new had yet to arise, vanishing in a heartbeat!
Fast!
A speed beyond description!
A speed that surpassed sight, surpassed even divine-sense perception! The killing stroke under time acceleration!
The burly man’s colossal body froze mid-charge.
He stood rooted in place, still in his punching posture, staring blankly down at his chest.
There, a thin line of blood slowly appeared, running from his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen.
The broken bronze armour covering him cracked silently down the middle, as though weathered for ten thousand years. The cut surface was smooth as a mirror.
The frenzied power within him deflated like a punctured balloon and scattered in an instant. The eyes that had blazed with fury moments ago now held only boundless bewilderment and emptiness.
“Time… how could… time…”
He forced out a few hoarse, indistinct syllables.
The next moment:
SPLURT!
The burly man’s mighty body split neatly in two along the blood line!
Blood gushed forth like a fountain. Organs spilled out with a wet slap!
The ruined corpse crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust with a dull boom.
The mysterious master under the Soul-Devouring Venerable, wielder of profound secrets of time origin, was dead!
Killed in a single sword stroke by Chen Ping!
The entire sequence had unfolded in the blink of an eye.
From the burly man’s furious attack to Chen Ping’s seemingly casual finger and sword that ended him, it was so fast the mind could not keep up.
Absolute silence once again blanketed the great hall.
But this silence was utterly different from the despairing stillness before.
It was extreme shock, a shattering of all preconceptions, a wild ecstasy and disbelief at being lifted from hell to heaven in an instant!
Every gaze locked onto the blue-robed youth standing amidst the ruins and pools of blood, long sword in hand.
His clothes were soaked in blood, his face pale, his aura still unsteady. Yet in everyone’s eyes his figure towered infinitely tall, like a divine mountain holding up the heavens, radiating a light none could look upon directly!
“We… we won?” one Yama Heavenly Sect disciple murmured, voice trembling with tears.
“Mr Chen… he killed that monster!” another disciple shouted in excitement.
“Roar! Mr Chen is invincible!”
“Yama Heavenly Sect is saved!”
After a brief stunned pause came a tidal wave of frenzied cheers!
The joy of surviving calamity, mingled with awe and worship of Chen Ping’s terrifying strength, drove every disciple into ecstasy!
Yan Nantian let out a long breath. Only now did his taut nerves finally relax. He realised his back was completely drenched in cold sweat.
Looking at Chen Ping, his eyes shone with boundless relief and complexity.
He had bet correctly!
Even before the hidden expert behind Chen Ping appeared, Chen Ping himself had already grown to such a terrifying degree!
A flush appeared on Liu Xue’s pale cheeks. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she gazed at Chen Ping’s figure, her heart beating uncontrollably faster.
High upon his throne, the Soul-Devouring Venerable’s face had turned so dark it seemed water might drip from it.
He slowly rose. The abyssal demonic qi around him began to churn violently.
A pressure far more terrifying, far more despair-inducing than anything before descended like an invisible mountain, instantly crushing every cheer in the hall into silence!
He stared fixedly at Chen Ping, his voice cold as ice and sharp as bone, as though it came from the ninth level of hell:
“Good. Very good. Boy, you have surprised this Venerable again and again.”
“It seems this Venerable has no choice but to personally crush an annoying insect like you!”
The true crisis had only just arrived!
The Soul-Devouring Venerable was about to act personally!
