That gaze was too calm, calm to the point of making one uneasy, as if he were looking at an ant that could be crushed at any moment!
“Roar!!”
Relying on instinct, the Fusion Beast leader let out a furious roar to dispel the fear in his heart. He swung his bone hammers, carrying mountain-shattering force, and smashed them down towards Chen Ping’s head!
He wanted to smash this eerie human into mincemeat!
Chen Ping still did not draw his sword, nor did he use any complex techniques.
He simply raised his left hand, fingers spread, and gently clenched towards the whistling enormous bone hammers.
“Crack!”
A teeth-grinding sound of bones shattering rang out!
Those bone hammers, forged from the skeleton of some unknown demon beast and incredibly hard, under the grip of Chen Ping’s seemingly fair and slender palm, instantly cracked like rotten wood. With a “bang”, they exploded into countless fragments!
Not only that, but clear sounds of bone cracking came from the Fusion Beast leader’s arms that had been gripping the hammers.
His entire body was as if struck head-on by an invisible colossal force. He screamed miserably as he was sent flying backwards, blood spraying wildly from his mouth. He crashed heavily onto rocks dozens of zhang away, his muscles and bones fractured, unable to get up again.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
From the moment Chen Ping appeared, instantly killing the Demon Sect elder with a single point, to crushing the bone hammers and severely injuring the Fusion Beast leader, it took no more than two or three breaths.
The scene fell into dead silence.
All the surviving Demon Sect disciples and Fusion Beast warriors were as if frozen by a body-locking spell, staring in extreme terror at the green-robed youth standing with his hands behind his back.
Their two strongest leaders, one killed in a single encounter and the other gravely wounded, completely exceeded their comprehension.
The Sword Sect disciples were even more dumbfounded, their hands gripping their swords trembling slightly.
They had been stationed at the Sword Sect before and had heard the rumours, but since they had not witnessed it themselves, they harboured some doubts deep down.
Now, seeing with their own eyes how Chen Ping resolved two powerful enemies as easily as crushing two insects, the visual and emotional impact was unparalleled!
The crimson long sword in Ling Shuang’s hand had unknowingly drooped.
She stared blankly at Chen Ping’s back. The green-robed figure that she had previously seen as pretentious now seemed incomparably tall and profoundly unfathomable.
She recalled her father’s words, Chen Ping’s indifferent gaze, and her own earlier contempt and disdain. A strong wave of shame and unprecedented shock overwhelmed her like a tide.
So… everything Father said was true.
So… she was the real frog in a well, the blind fool.
What kind of existence… was he?
Chen Ping paid no attention to everyone’s shock.
His gaze swept over the remaining enemies, his voice calm yet carrying undeniable authority. “Surrender, or die.”
Four simple words, yet they struck like heavy hammers on the hearts of the remaining Demon Sect disciples and Fusion Beast warriors.
Looking at the elder’s corpse on the ground and hearing the pained groans of the Fusion Beast leader not far away, their last shreds of fighting spirit collapsed instantly.
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
The sounds of weapons hitting the ground rang out one after another. The more than ten surviving enemies all knelt down with ashen faces, trembling uncontrollably.
Only then did Chen Ping turn around and look at Ling Shuang, who had not fully recovered her senses.
When their eyes met, Ling Shuang’s delicate body trembled slightly. She subconsciously averted her gaze, her cheeks burning. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions: lingering fear, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of shame with nowhere to hide.
“Miss Ling, have someone clean up the battlefield and interrogate the captives. Find out the defences in this area, and… the possible directions where Sect Leader Lietian and the others might have fled.”
Chen Ping’s tone remained calm, as if the thunderous methods just now had not been his doing.
“…Yes.”
Ling Shuang lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, no longer showing any of her previous arrogance.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and began directing the still-dazed disciples to take action.
When she stealthily glanced again at the green-robed back that had walked to one side, gazing towards the direction of the Myriad Beast Mountain Range, her expression had completely changed.
There was no longer the slightest trace of contempt or defiance. In its place was deep reverence, along with a hint of curiosity and intrigue that even she herself had not yet noticed, quietly rising.
This Senior Chen… just who on earth was he?
