Chen Ping's Sword

This daughter was raised in vain.

Ji Changlie had a breath of resentment stuck in his chest, unable to let it out.

His daughter had betrayed him, the Extreme Yin Sect suffered heavy casualties, and their allied support was gone, but that was still tolerable.

But that little thief named Chen truly had the audacity to crap on his head. For so many years, the mighty King Jinghai had suppressed the Southeast with force; when had he ever endured such humiliation?

Faced with the Beizhou Wolf Riders, his strength was inferior, and he had no choice but to endure it. There was nothing to be said about that.

However, against this newly risen military leader suspected of treason, how could he willingly endure?

A figure, an old man with a pale face and no beard, appeared once more, flickering before him.

"We cannot take action. Once we do, this game will surely be lost."

Jiang Tong spoke plainly, looking at Ji Changlie with a hint of pity in his gaze.

The power in numbers was calculated, human nature was schemed, but you couldn’t anticipate the opponent’s speed of growth.

In this world, ultimately, the strong are revered.

"Is he truly that formidable? Even Uncle Tonx couldn’t ensure capturing this thief?"

"It’s not a question of capturing him. It’s that if we fought earlier, I might not have been able to protect Your Highness. I am fifty percent confident in killing Chen Ping, but before that, there’s a ninety percent chance that you’d already be dead."

Jiang Tong sighed.

"His bravery is truly unparalleled in my lifetime. Clearly, he’s only reached the realm of True Gang Transformation and Sword Intent Spirit Communication, yet his Sword Qi is condensed to the extreme. Combined with that immense Blood Essence Qi, at least regard him one or two levels higher."

One or two levels?

King Jinghai silently calculated, a chill running through his heart.

He had broken through to the Unity Realm with the Great Joyful Zen Skill sent from the Beizhou National Guardian Martial Sect.

He understood very clearly the combat power level of the Unity Realm Grandmaster stage.

Everyone may have broken through to the level of Unity of Heaven and Man, able to merge with Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi. When they make a move, their power is almost like that of Ghost Gods, and even ordinary masters cannot withstand a single strike.

However, among those in the Unity Realm Grandmaster stage, there’s still a world of difference.

Mainly, it’s the strength of mental will that separates them.

The higher the heart, the bigger the world.

This is not just a description, but a reality.

In the Innate Realm, the path is to condense Martial Intent, form it, make it perfect, and realize one’s own path.

After reaching the Unity Realm, Perfect Martial Intent transforms again, condensing from illusory spirit into a real will.

This is called "Extreme Intent."

At this level, the will can truly damage the spirit, bestowing power for real harm.

For example, in attacks with Innate Martial Intent and Sword Intent, you might see ice and flames, which are just illusions acting on the spirit, easily dismissed if seen through. No real effect.

However, if one can’t see through the opponent’s Sword Intent and Martial Intent attacks, the spirit blinds the heart, the body suffers synchronized harm, and a heavy defeat follows.

But, upon reaching the Unity Realm’s Extreme Intent Level, whether seen through or not, the damage is real.

It can directly ignite the internal organs, burning them to ashes, freeze the opponent, or kill directly through will control.

Of course, it can also instill through will, causing flowers and branches to grow inside a person’s body, bursting the internal organs.

At the peak of will, borrowing falsehood to cultivate reality, Martial Dao at this level quietly creates a huge gap from mortal martial arts.

At this moment, King Jinghai Ji Changlie is of such a realm.

Back then, Jiang Wuji was also at this realm.

And at the Extreme Intent Level, cultivation takes another step; besides True Qi and Blood Essence doubling in strength, mental and emotional transformation occurs as well.

At this time, Martial Intent becomes spiritual, can shape and metamorphose, whether True Qi or Blood Gang possess spirituality, finding every weakness, transforming unpredictably, and gaining advantage in battle.

Chen Ping with Sword Qi Transformed Dragon, complete with scales, could wield his will with ease, effortlessly navigating anything. This is the Spirit Communication Realm.

As Jiang Tong said, the opponent’s essence is too powerful; not just in demonstrated combat power, but elevating another one or two levels in the Spirit Communication Level means combat power might reach Sword Intent Divinity Transformation or Illusion Domain level...

At such a level of attack power, truly fighting to the death, facing him earlier, he would likely have died on the spot.

"Though this old slave can form a Domain, theoretically able to seal off the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, trapping this person, yet I cannot prevent him from using extreme power to shatter the illusionary world...

This old slave would naturally be unharmed, but Your Highness’s noble body cannot tolerate even the slightest accident, so I can only let him go."

Jiang Tong stood there, his body outlined by a black edge, absorbing candle and moonlight, all light consumed, leaving no trace of his expression.

Only then did he speak the truth.

Ji Changlie was speechless for a moment.

Could he really tell Uncle Tonx to ignore him and directly kill that young rascal?

In his view, even a hundred lives of Chen Ping were worth less than a strand of his own hair.

How could he say that?

"It turned out... to be so."

He looked out the window, where the bright moon hung high.

In his heart, he mused: "Perhaps it was indeed fortunate not to engage in a life-and-death struggle with that little thief earlier. Otherwise, after taking the risky step of killing him, who would resist the Beizhou’s hundred thousand Hu Cavalry? It might be better to let him and Divine Master Duran fight to the death; whoever laughs last will be greatly weakened and diminish their power..."

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"What an extraordinary old eunuch; this strength is exceptional."