Chen Ping's Sword

He discovered that the Sun and Moon Essence Ring, which was sinking like the setting sun, was unexpectedly slashed by the other’s sword, causing it to bounce up and charge back into the sky.

And that His Highness King Ping, whose physical body was on the verge of collapsing, had already transferred the damage to the sea of starlight.

Thirty thousand elite cavalrymen simultaneously let out a muffled grunt, as the starlight above their heads rotated like a millstone.

Among them, seven streams of starlight grew increasingly brighter, echoing the stars in the sky.

"Star Shift and Dipper Turn..."

Daoist Mingcheng’s face changed dramatically.

Yan Beifei, who had just stood up, exclaimed in surprise.

The scene before them was the true Star Shift and Dipper Turn.

The forceful damage, which could smash even mountains to pieces when the Spiritual Artifact attacked, was evenly distributed among the thirty thousand men.

With the circulation of starlight, the damage was shared...

All the knights simultaneously let out a muffled grunt, at most swaying slightly, with blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. Chen Ping’s body, which had already been unable to hold on, suddenly recovered.

Although lightning flashed on his body, with dozens of tendons and bones shattered, and possibly severe internal organ damage as well, he still stood firmly in place, clearly not losing much combat power.

"King Ping."

"King Ping."

"Victory..."

A thunderous cheer erupted like a landslide and tsunami.

Just a moment ago, many people thought Chen Ping wouldn’t be able to hold out, but upon seeing him, though injured, forcefully withstand the attack, they were immediately overjoyed.

"No wonder King Ping is called a [Divine General], able to use a Heaven and Earth Realm fourth-layer array like this.

Only such power can claim invincibility on the battlefield."

Gui Yun, the Black Tortoise General, gawked wide-eyed.

He finally understood something.

The title of invincibility isn’t casually earned; true reputation comes without deception.

Chen Ping had been holding back, not using superior offensive and defensive techniques, not because he couldn’t, but because past opponents weren’t worthy of such use.

Understanding this, not only Gui Yun but also the Cyan Dragon General, Cold Water, and the Sharp Gold General all revealed smiles.

This time, with seemingly no way out, could it be they really bet correctly?

Suddenly, King Ping’s Army became very optimistic.

But Chen Ping did not.

Because he saw that after operating the Star Shift and Dipper Turn, the Seven Stars Dipper Grand Array was on the verge of collapse, and all the cavalrymen were injured.

It could no longer sustain a second defense.

And that lewd... sinister old Daoist, however, bit his tongue and spat out a cloud of blood.

With a slight hand movement, he traced an arc, making that red and white ring, which had just rebounded into the air, resplendent.

With a boom, it was like taking a potent elixir, its radiance intensified greatly.

Falling once more.

Its might even surpassed the first descent.

"The same attack..."

Chen Ping snorted coldly.

He didn’t hesitate further.

His figure swayed slightly, releasing a three-zhang halo from the back of his head.

An indistinct, majestic image appeared in the air.

The image’s eyes emitted a dazzling light three chi long, gazing coldly at the enormous mass of light plummeting from above, hands gripping the void.

In the seeming emptiness ahead, an invisible sharp sword appeared, blazing like fire, striking heavily against the Sun and Moon Essence Ring.

Pfft...

This time, there was no earth-shattering might.

Like a boulder slowly sinking into the sea, it emitted a faint noise.

The six-zhang image became mottled and antiquated, its body enveloped in lightning and fire, once again dissolving into specks of light, then thoroughly shattering.

Yet, with this brief pause, the falling fiery ring in the sky expended its remaining force, slowing to a snail’s crawl, almost but not quite falling.

Revealing its true form.

"Now is the time."

A pure glow between Chen Ping’s eyebrows suddenly shot out, illuminating the Sun and Moon Essence Ring, faintly conjuring the image of a giant hand.

The giant hand emerged, spreading its five fingers, grasping the Sun and Moon Ring.

A torrent of immense spiritual power surged, washing and refining it like waves.

"No good."

Daoist Mingcheng, who had just spat out a mouthful of vital essence blood, was in the midst of the seven debilitations and five injuries, his breath extremely weak.

Upon witnessing this, he let out a cry of alarm.

Before he could do anything more, his head suddenly snapped back as if struck by an invisible hammer.

Blood spurted simultaneously from his nose and ears, and blood tears flowed from his eyes.

He only saw golden stars swirling before his eyes.

He knew what had happened, that the spiritual power he had affixed to the Sun and Moon Essence Ring had been shattered and severed.

The treasured Spiritual Artifact might very well have changed hands.

’Weren’t they saying that without reaching Divine Martial, without cultivating Divine Sense, it’s impossible to control or refine a Spiritual Artifact?

How has this Sun and Moon Ring been forcibly washed and seized using soul power?’

’Whence came his power of Divine Sense, how could soul power affect the real world, even eroding the mark left by my master? This is too unreasonable.’

Realizing this, Daoist Mingcheng couldn’t even spare any resentment towards his master for making boastful claims, a strong sense of crisis already welling in his heart.

Without a second thought, he turned and frantically fled.

Suddenly, he understood completely.

After employing all sorts of techniques, hammering his opponent twice, leaving him bloodied, he was now reduced in damage and with his treasure seized. What would come next was easy to predict, right?

Daoist Mingcheng was quick to see the situation.

He didn’t even entertain the thought of attempting to reclaim the Spiritual Artifact; at this moment, the overwhelming fear prompted him to simply sprint headlong in escape, even willing to face his master’s boundless wrath.

After just a few leaps, he fled over two hundred zhang, hearing the ferocious wind howling. The world became a sea of fire, blinding and deafening him entirely.