Enemies within the domain, whether at the Human Immortal realm or the Heavenly Immortal realm, all felt their movements hindered, their spiritual power circulating sluggishly, while simultaneously having to resist the omnipresent, incomparably sharp sword qi that slashed at them from every direction.
“Time slowdown!”
With a thought from Chen Ping, the flow of time within the sword domain abruptly slowed down.
In his eyes, the enemies’ movements were full of flaws.
“Die!”
The Dragon-Slaying Sword transformed into a death god’s scythe. Every swing brought forth a spray of blood rain, inevitably claiming the life of one, or even several, cultivators.
He specifically targeted those leaders at the early or middle stages of the Heavenly Immortal realm for decapitation strikes.
Under the lock of his sword intent, almost no one could withstand a single strike from him.
An elder of the Blazing Sun Sect at the second grade of the Heavenly Immortal realm, wielding a blazing treasure wheel, roared as he charged towards Chen Ping: “Junior, accept your death!”
Chen Ping did not even glance at him. He casually thrust a sword backwards. The sword tip, striking later but arriving first, pierced through the flames and precisely struck the elder’s forehead.
Pfft!
The elder’s body stiffened, the light of life rapidly fading from his eyes. His corpse plummeted from the sky.
“Elder!”
The disciples of the Blazing Sun Sect stared in fury, their eyes nearly splitting.
Several experts from the Black Water Grotto employed their shadow transformation secret technique, assaulting Chen Ping’s back like ghosts emerging from the shadows.
As if he had eyes on the back of his head, under the effect of the time laws, their movements were as slow as snails.
“Spatial distortion.”
He softly uttered four words. The space around those Black Water Grotto experts suddenly collapsed and twisted.
They did not even have time to scream before being crushed into mincemeat by the terrifying power of space.
Chen Ping was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, invincible wherever he went. In his wake, people were thrown into disarray, corpses littered the ground.
Not only was his personal combat power astonishing, but through the tower core, he could also precisely command the entire dragon clan battle formation.
“Left flank, Black Dragon Guards, hold firm! Right wing, Wind Dragon clan, accelerate and disrupt their rear!
Thunder Dragons, concentrate fire and attack that array mage in the yellow robe!”
His commands were clear and efficient. Under his direction, the dragon clan army operated like a precise and terrifying war machine, forcing the coalition forces, who held the numerical advantage, into constant retreat.
The battlefield had completely descended into chaotic and brutal slaughter.
Dragon roars, explosions, screams, the clashes of magical treasures… all intertwined into a bloody symphony of death.
Blood dyed the earth of the rift valley red. Severed limbs flew everywhere. The thick stench of blood was almost nauseating.
The cultivators of the coalition forces discovered in horror that their proud tactic of overwhelming with numbers was so ineffective against this unified, fearless dragon clan army.
The individual dragons were already formidable. Now, with mutual coordination, they erupted with a terrifying combat power far greater than the sum of their parts.
And that central figure, Chen Ping, was like a nightmare. His sword, his laws, his control over the battle situation all far exceeded their understanding of a “fifth-grade Human Immortal realm” cultivator.
“Monster! He is a monster!”
“Run! Hurry and run!”
“We are no match at all!”
Finally, someone broke down and began fleeing desperately backwards.
An army’s defeat is like a mountain collapsing.
Once someone started to run, panic spread rapidly like a plague.
The battle line that had barely held together instantly disintegrated.
“Want to escape? Too late!”
Chen Ping’s gaze was ice-cold. He knew well the principle that failing to kill a snake would only lead to being bitten in return. Since they had already formed a mortal enmity, he could not let tigers return to the mountain.
“Demon-Suppressing Tower, spatial lockdown!”
He sacrificed the exquisite little tower in his palm.
The small tower spun rapidly, instantly enlarging and hovering in the air, emitting invisible spatial fluctuations.
Hum!
With the Demon-Suppressing Tower at the centre, the space within a radius of dozens of miles seemed to freeze.
Those cultivators attempting to use escape techniques or tear open space to flee discovered in horror that the surrounding space had become as solid as divine iron, utterly unbreakable.
“No!”
“He has locked down space!”
“It’s over!”
Despairing wails echoed across the battlefield.
