At this moment, how could Hun Sha still fail to understand? From the moment the Xuantian Sword Sect inexplicably launched their proactive assault, everything, absolutely everything, had been orchestrated behind the scenes by this seemingly harmless youth in green robes before him!
It was he who had manoeuvred Hun Sha into this dilemma, advancing or retreating both impossible, his prestige utterly swept away!
The thought that he, the majestic master of a demonic sect, a seventh-grade Heavenly Immortal realm titan, had been toyed with in the palm of a mere Human Immortal realm junior, sent a surge of sweet-salty blood rushing to Hun Sha’s throat. He could no longer suppress it. With a puff, he spat out another mouthful of demonic blood. His aura grew even more feeble.
“Junior! You court death! This seat shall tear you into ten thousand pieces and refine your soul for a thousand years!!”
Driven to extreme rage, Hun Sha completely lost his reason. Heedless of his nearly depleted demonic essence and severe injuries, he forcibly squeezed out his remaining power.
Demonic qi surged once more around him. A jet-black demonic claw, far less condensed than at his peak yet still radiating terrifying fluctuations, accompanied by the shrill and piercing wails of myriad souls, clawed viciously towards Chen Ping!
This strike contained his boundless resentment and killing intent, vowing to crush Chen Ping in an instant!
Ling Yunzi, standing to the side, flickered his eyes but did not intervene to stop it, nor did he assist either party.
He too was greatly exhausted and took this chance to catch his breath, recovering a trace of vitality.
At the same time, his heart brimmed with curiosity and wariness towards Chen Ping.
This youth, merely at Human Immortal realm seventh grade, gave him a feeling of unfathomable depth. He wanted to see exactly what trump card the other possessed to dare confront Hun Sha in such fury head-on.
Facing the demonic claw whistling towards him with overwhelming resentment and killing intent, Chen Ping’s eyes suddenly turned cold.
The previous teasing and calm vanished in an instant, replaced by an awe-inspiring majesty that looked down upon the world.
“Hmph. A spent arrow at the end of its flight, a lamp with no oil left, yet you dare act fiercely before me?”
He did not draw the long sword at his back. He merely raised his right hand in what seemed a casual motion, clenching it into a fist.
In that instant, an aura of primordial wilderness, ancient dominance, and peerless tyranny erupted from within him like a slumbering giant dragon awakening!
Chaos-coloured immortal power surged forth like a breached river dyke. Faintly, a lofty and majestic dragon chant resounded from the depths of his bloodline, shaking all directions!
Upon that fist, there was no extravagant light, only power condensed to the extreme, pure force seemingly capable of shattering stars with one punch and breaking through eternity!
“Holy Light Fist…”
“Boom—!”
A plain and unadorned punch met the enormous, sinister demonic claw head-on!
Under the gazes of countless onlookers below, filled with utter horror and disbelief, that demonic claw, which seemed capable of easily crushing an ordinary Heavenly Immortal realm cultivator, upon contacting Chen Ping’s seemingly insignificant fist…
Unexpectedly melted like ice and snow meeting blazing sun, or fragile glass striking divine iron. Without even a moment of resistance, it shattered explosively!
It burst into chaotic black qi filled with wails, rapidly purified and dissipated by the lingering supreme yang sword qi in the air!
“What?!”
“This is impossible!!”
Hun Sha and Ling Yunzi exclaimed in shock almost simultaneously!
The fury and killing intent on Hun Sha’s face froze instantly, transforming into extreme disbelief and terror!
That strike of his, though far from his peak, had still condensed all the demonic essence and resentment he could currently muster. It should have been enough to severely injure or even slay a fourth-grade Heavenly Immortal realm cultivator!
Yet… yet it had been shattered so effortlessly, with a single punch, by a seventh-grade Human Immortal?!
This completely overturned his understanding!
Ling Yunzi’s pupils also contracted sharply. He drew in a cold breath. His gaze towards Chen Ping filled with unprecedented shock and gravity.
“This youth… hides himself deeply! This is absolutely not power that a Human Immortal realm should possess!”
“Is it some secret technique? Or… has he been concealing his true cultivation all along? His actual combat strength probably… rivals my own!”
A chill involuntarily rose from the depths of his heart.
