“Chen… Ping!!!”
A hiss filled with boundless venom, hatred, and a trace of fear that even Hun Sha himself had not noticed roared out like the wail of a wounded beast, abruptly shattering the deathly silence.
Hun Sha stared fixedly at the figure in the sky. His eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins. The muscles on his face twisted and twitched from extreme rage. That clear five-finger mark, which had once brought him the greatest humiliation of his life, seemed to throb faintly again.
New grudges and old hatreds erupted completely at this moment like a volcano.
“Little bastard! You actually dare to appear again! Today, this seat will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces and refine your soul for ten thousand years!”
Demonic energy exploded around Hun Sha’s body like black smoke signals rushing straight into the clouds. His voice became sharp and distorted from excitement.
Zhan Gu also recognised Chen Ping. Murderous light burst from his huge bronze-bell-like eyes. He roared, “You are Chen Ping?! The bastard who killed the elders of my holy sect and ruined my holy sect’s great plans! Perfect timing! Saves this seat the trouble of hunting you down! Today, I will take your head to offer as a sacrifice!”
Faced with the hysterical roars and soaring killing intent from the two below, Chen Ping did not even lift an eyelid.
His gaze did not linger long on Hun Sha and Zhan Gu. He merely glanced indifferently over the tragic battlefield below.
He swept over those Sword Sect disciples who were gravely injured and on the verge of death yet still stood firm. Finally, his eyes landed on Ling Yunzi atop the main peak, whose aura was weak but whose gaze remained resolute.
He nodded slightly in greeting. Only then did he turn those calm, ancient-well-like eyes towards Hun Sha and Zhan Gu.
There was no angry questioning, no fierce denunciation.
Chen Ping simply spoke slowly in that tone so calm it chilled the heart. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every corner of the battlefield, every living being’s ears.
“I had intended to let you live a few more days until I had time to settle accounts one by one.”
“Unfortunately, you ants do not know the meaning of death. You actually dared to commit this extermination while I was absent.”
He paused. His gaze seemed to pierce through the ferocious faces of Hun Sha and Zhan Gu, seeing the fear and madness deep in their souls. The corners of his mouth curved into an extremely faint arc containing endless mockery and contempt.
“Very well. Since you are so eager to die, today I shall grant your wish.”
“This Tenth Heaven has been clean for too long. It is time to wash it with the filthy blood of you lot.”
The indifference in his words and that absolute confidence of overlooking from above, as if controlling life and death, almost made Hun Sha and Zhan Gu explode with rage.
Who were they?
One was the master of the demonic sect that had dominated the Crimson Blood Plain for tens of thousands of years. The other was the ambitious leader of the newly risen Beast Fusion Holy Sect.
When had they ever been so despised, treated as ants that could be casually crushed?!
“Arrogant! Ignorant junior who gained some fortune and now knows no bounds of heaven or earth!”
Hun Sha roared, “Today, this seat will let you understand the vast chasm between the Heavenly Immortal realm and the ant-like power of your Human Immortal realm! Attack! Capture this scoundrel alive. This seat will personally deal with him!”
Zhan Gu was more direct. He bellowed, “Mo Yan! Tear him apart for this sect master!”
A fused beast general nearly three zhang tall, covered in dark brown rock-like keratin layers, with a pair of curved ox horns on his head and aura at the peak of the fifth grade Heavenly Immortal realm, let out a muffled roar like thunder upon hearing the order.
His feet stomped the ground fiercely. His massive body displayed astonishing speed, like a cannonball fired, carrying terrifying momentum that could shatter mountains and split earth as he charged straight at Chen Ping in the sky.
In his hand, a black heavy sword the size of a door panel swung in a full circle, slashing down at Chen Ping’s head.
Before the sword arrived, the heavy wind pressure already compressed the air below into explosive booms.
This was a fierce general under Zhan Gu renowned for strength and defence. He had once smashed a same-realm cultivator’s protective treasure with brute force alone.
Zhan Gu sent him out precisely to use the most barbaric and domineering way to smash this “posturing” kid into minced meat, venting his hatred while boosting the morale of his side, which had been shaken by Chen Ping’s entrance.
Below, countless gazes fixed tightly on this scene.
On the demonic sect and fused beast side, they anticipated General Mo Yan achieving success with one strike.
The Profound Heaven Sword Sect crowd had their hearts in their throats. Although Chen Ping’s entrance aura was astonishing, the opponent was after all a peak fifth-grade Heavenly Immortal realm powerhouse with terrifying brute strength.
Facing this frenzied strike capable of splitting mountains and severing ridges, Chen Ping finally moved.
He did not even raise the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand.
He simply lifted his left hand casually.
His long, slender five fingers faced the whistling, aggressive Mo Yan general. As if shooing an annoying fly, he lightly flicked his sleeve outward.
The motion was understated, even carrying a hint of laziness.
There was no earth-shattering spiritual power eruption, no dazzling spell radiance.
Only an invisible, formless yet seemingly containing the supreme principles of heaven and earth, an irresistible vast momentum surged out with the flick of his sleeve.
