Chen Ping's Sword

Only faintly visible in midair, that huge brilliance was surrounded by a cold halo of the moon.

"Sun and moon radiance, tsk tsk."

Fang Qingzhu glanced at it, then fled swiftly into the distance, not forgetting to cover her pretty eyes.

Her light body technique was also extraordinary, though still quite far from the speed of Chen Ping and Shui Wuyan’s water escape, it was enough to keep her closely following, only a few hundred zhang away.

Even at a distance of several hundred zhang, she could still feel the scorching heat in the air, her essence boiling like it was on fire.

How could she not know the danger within?

"Of all people, why provoke Chen Ping? This time it’s truly been tough, haha..."

Fang Qingzhu laughed joyfully.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw a massive, blazing fireball descend, like Tai Mountain.

The vast lake had already disappeared.

A ten-mile expanse of clear waves turned into billowing white steam.

"Water escape? This is no damn escape."

Fang Qingzhu, though somewhat gloating, didn’t know why she found her laughter becoming hoarse and strange, she tried to laugh harder, but couldn’t anymore.

"So powerful? Is this the soul-level power of the Manifest Saint Realm? It actually crossed a great realm, fully unleashing the might of a middle-grade spiritual artifact.

If allowed to completely execute this method, even an ordinary Venerable Divine Martial would suffer a great loss."

Fang Qingzhu, after all, had knowledge and inheritance.

Seeing the scene before her, shocked as she was, she compared it with the uncles on the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest Island, and astonishingly found that even Chen Ping, who hadn’t reached the Divine Martial Realm yet, had attack methods that could spar with Mr. Bamboo and the great bear for a move or two.

This was rather absurd.

And those following far behind Chen Ping, like Feng Yuantu, Black Tortoise General, Cyan Dragon General, were completely unsure of how to manage their expressions now.

Seeing this scene as if the sky was falling, they only knew to keep shouting "ahhhh," without knowing what they were shouting about.

’Fortunately, I chose the right side early and acted quickly. Otherwise, just thinking of fighting life and death with such a formidable person would give me nightmares.’

Hot waves surged in all directions, a golden light ripple swept over, and among the thick white steam, Shui Wuyan’s figure appeared again.

He could no longer maintain the intangible, invisible translucent state, holding half a black lotus petal in his left hand, his body uncontrollably disintegrated and coalesced.

Clearly, not only was his spirit very unstable.

Even the semi-water elemental Profound Water body was no longer stable.

"Mingcheng misled me."

Shui Wuyan sighed long, looking at Chen Ping ten zhang away, his eyes very complex.

There’s no denying, this time’s calculation, to ensure success.

He still miscalculated.

If he had known, he would have acted before the death battle between King Ping’s Army and the Imperial Army.

At that time, Chen Ping hadn’t acquired the Sun and Moon Essence Ring from the Shenxiao Sword Sect, nor possessed such formidable methods, naturally couldn’t have so effortlessly countered his water escape technique.

Fate, sigh.

Or, after Chen Ping obtained the Sun and Moon Ring, he could have endured a while longer, waited three months up to half a year, forcibly break through to the Divine Martial Realm, then act, he could easily crush Chen Ping like an ant.

Alas, there’s no regret medicine in this world.

After breaking the water escape technique, his spirit was forcibly shattered even more.

The physical injury couldn’t be seen, after all, no one expected to see if a mass of water was about to die.

Only Shui Wuyan himself knew.

Just now, even the talisman he used for life-saving didn’t serve much purpose.

His water elemental body cultivated for over forty years had been scattered, the foundation destroyed.

Now even if he wanted to escape, it was impossible.

Shui Wuyan straightened his clothes, for the first time revealing his true face.

The water phase paused, jade-like face, well-groomed eyebrows, straight nose, square mouth, standing tall like a noble son amidst a turbulent world.

He held the Profound Nether Fine Sword upside down, bowed toward the north, turned, and solemnly said, "To die in the hands of His Highness, it is a life’s fortune."

He saluted again with the sword.

With a dignified manner, he made a move.

This time, the atmosphere changed.

Previously, his moves were either cunning or fiercely domineering, but now they were upright and grand, majestic in all their glory.

Although this sword strike seemed not to possess much power.

In Chen Ping’s eyes, it looked like seeing a vast ocean of waves, the azure waves like the heavens.

Before him was no longer a person, nor a sword.

But a sea.

"Such a sword technique. His hero is my enemy, go well."

Chen Ping was neither sad nor happy.

Silently admiring the opponent’s stunning talent, he finally didn’t persuade him to surrender.

Only by killing him on the spot would be the greatest respect for him.

Strands of Dragon Essence Sword Power gathered on the Black Dragon Sword.

Behind Chen Ping, a landscape of mountains and rivers faintly emerged.

At the same time, a serpentine dragon-shaped phantom, entwined around him.

He slowly slashed out a sword.

A dragon’s roar echoed in his heart.

As the sword light fell.

The sword light of Shui Wuyan, which had turned into a blue sea, naturally parted, a golden sword gang swept past his neck like a flash of electricity.

A head soared into the sky.

"Stinging Dragon Scripture, Water-Splitting Sword, I am not ungrateful in defeat..."

On the flying head, Shui Wuyan’s eyes slightly dimmed, he opened his mouth to utter a few words, sighed, and the head burst into a blood mist and dissipated.