“Five Elements Sword Domain, fully unleash!”
“Buzz!”
A five-coloured sword domain, several times larger and more solidified than when he had previously dealt with those small squads, exploded into existence. It instantly enveloped an area nearly a hundred zhang in radius.
Countless dense and razor-sharp sword qi manifested from thin air within the domain, slashing frenziedly. The flow of time became extremely slow, the structure of space slightly distorted.
All the demonic cultivators trapped inside the sword domain, whether early Heavenly Immortal or fifth-grade Heavenly Immortal, felt as though they had fallen into viscous amber. Their movements became incomparably sluggish.
The circulation of demonic essence within their bodies grew stagnant. Moreover, they had to constantly resist the omnipresent, peerlessly sharp five elements sword qi that cut from all directions.
Screams of agony immediately rang out in a chorus.
“Time acceleration! Space folding!”
Chen Ping’s figure flickered within the sword domain like teleportation. The Dragon-Slaying Sword transformed into streaks of deadly light.
His sword was so swift that it exceeded the capture of vision. Every time he appeared, a demonic cultivator perished.
Either a throat was pierced clean through, or a head was sent flying, or the body was directly shredded into bloody mist by raging sword qi.
He specifically targeted the core forces at the Heavenly Immortal realm.
One third-grade Heavenly Immortal demonic cultivator attempted to block with a soul shield. As the sword light flashed, both the soul shield and the cultivator himself were cleaved in two.
One fourth-grade Heavenly Immortal demonic cultivator deployed a multitude of ghostly shadow movements, but under the time-slowing domain, his technique was full of flaws. Chen Ping pierced his heart core with a single thrust, scattering his soul utterly.
The little fire qilin was not idle either. It let out a majestic roar and spewed from its mouth a torrent of qilin true fire like molten lava, directed specifically at those demonic cultivators attempting to attack from the periphery or flee the sword domain.
The scorching flames contained a sacred purifying power against evil. The demonic cultivators ignited upon contact, turning to ashes amid piercing wails.
One man and one qilin, like a tiger among sheep, unstoppable wherever they went.
The originally aggressive demonic sect force was instantly thrown into disarray, routed and scattered.
The two fifth-grade Heavenly Immortal leaders were both shocked and enraged. They attempted to join forces against Chen Ping to shatter the sword domain.
How could Elder Li Yan allow them to succeed?
His spirits soared. Disregarding his wounds, he roared and entangled the leader controlling the green-flamed skulls.
Chen Ping, for his part, proactively engaged the leader wielding the white bone mourning staff.
“Junior, accept your death! Myriad Souls Howling Heaven!”
That demonic leader swung the mourning staff like a windmill. Countless resentful souls howled forth, forming a powerful soul shockwave that blasted towards Chen Ping.
“Noisy.”
Chen Ping’s gaze was icy. The Dragon-Slaying Sword thrust forward in an unremarkable manner.
This thrust appeared slow, yet it seemed to contain the profound principles of space. It ignored the soul shockwave entirely and struck directly upon the body of the mourning staff.
“Crack!”
That magical treasure of no ordinary quality could not withstand this strike infused with chaotic immortal power and spatial cutting force. It snapped in two from the middle.
The demonic leader suffered backlash, spurting a mouthful of black blood. His eyes filled with horror.
Chen Ping’s sword momentum did not pause. With a flick of his wrist, a condensed sword astral shot forth like a viper striking from its hole. It instantly penetrated the leader’s heart. The erupting sword qi shredded his internal organs and divine soul alike.
The other leader, seeing his companion slain in an instant, was terrified out of his wits. He feinted a move and attempted to flee.
Chen Ping snorted coldly. With two fingers extended like a sword, he slashed through the air.
“Spatial Rift!”
A thin black spatial fissure silently appeared on the escape path of that demonic leader.
By the time he noticed, it was too late. Half his body was instantly devoured by the rift. He let out half a brief scream before vanishing completely.
With the leaders slain, the remaining demonic cultivators crumbled entirely. Under the pursuit of Chen Ping and the little fire qilin, combined with the counterattack from Elder Li Yan and the surviving beast clan disciples, they were soon wiped out completely.
The battle ended. A deathly silence fell over the valley, broken only by the crackling of flames and the groans of the wounded.
The thick stench of blood and charred flesh permeated the air.
