Chen Ping's Sword

The most absurd part is not this, but that she has already completely unlocked the most difficult barrier to the Divine Martial Realm, the "Soul Refining Pass."

All that remains is for the Qi Essence and Blood Essence to meet the standards, then the Tripartite Unity can be achieved, refining the True Form.

No matter how slowly she cultivates, in no more than ten years, no less than five, she can take this step.

Afterward, her lifespan can be extended by about three hundred years, living as long as four hundred years.

What kind of opportunity can compare to this?

Therefore, although she says she is unwilling to act, in reality, she moves faster than anyone else.

Her first move is the ultimate technique of the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest, the Three Lights Divine Sword.

At this moment, Fang Qingzhu is as beautiful as a fairy, her figure soaring into the air.

The Sword Light flickers, each stroke as magnificent as the evening glow, with a boom, it splits into two, then four, then eight.

As her wrist moves, seventeen strands of blood-melting, bone-dissolving Sword Light shoot straight into the bodies of the seventeen "citizens" who were inciting the crowd in madness.

At the last moment, these people each drew their weapons, trying to resist.

Yet they found that no matter what techniques they used, no matter the ultimate moves...

Under the golden, resplendent Sword Light like the evening glow in the sky, both weapons and people were directly turned into a wisp of blue smoke.

The scene showed no bloodshed.

Yet it instilled more fear than witnessing bloodshed.

Thousands upon thousands of citizens screamed, hastily retreating, their resentment and fierce aura dissipating simultaneously.

Although they couldn’t discern the subtlety of this Sunlight Divine Sword, everyone understood that the figure hovering briefly in mid-air, akin to a fairy, was merciless in her actions.

The leading speakers, whose trustworthy voices still echoed, had already disappeared without a trace, leaving no bones behind in Heaven and Earth.

"This..."

"King Ping, burning wood to save people, with good intentions, but for those causing trouble, cut..."

Fang Qingzhu, after all, has experienced a lot.

When she isn’t eating, she’s quite reliable, her style straightforward, without any pretentious adornment.

Chen Ping nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and the fire was already lit.

He wasn’t putting on a show; he was doing it for real.

From ancient times, water and fire have been antagonistic; ordinary fire cannot counter real water.

He didn’t know what method the hidden enemy used to infect these people with water poison, causing a severe imbalance of the Five Elements and a loss of vitality.

But he knew that as long as the opponent was a water cultivation expert, they couldn’t escape the natural law of water and fire opposition.

Even if the fire doesn’t harm them, it can at least reveal traces.

In plain terms, if you don’t want to be burned to death, you must use your energy.

Once the energy is used, trying to escape Chen Ping’s Manifest Saint Realm soul perception would be a fantasy.

The thick smoke dissipated, the firelight turned bright.

The people around wore mournful expressions; without a leader now, they dared not make noise, only burying their hatred in their hearts.

Occasionally, they would secretly cast cold glances at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping offered no explanation, unblinkingly staring at the three hundred and thirteen people on the bonfire.

Watching them struggle and wail.

Although it hadn’t been ignited yet, a wave of heat already seeped through the skin, reaching the internal organs.

"Still not showing yourself?"

Chen Ping chuckled, "If you’re half-burned, you won’t be able to escape."

As his words fell.

Several fires suddenly extinguished, a figure rushed forward, transforming into layer upon layer of azure waves, roaring with a sound like a mountain collapse and tsunami, pouring into everyone’s ears.

At the same time, amidst the layers of azure waves, Chen Ping saw a jet-black sword blade already aimed at his chest.

The one wielding the sword was a downtrodden commoner with a bitter expression, dark skin, and scars and calluses all over his hands.

Even using such exquisite Sword Technique unexpectedly, his face still showed an honest and simple demeanor.

Without a hint of killing intent.

Fast,

Tricky,

Heavy!

All the waves were illusions, not physical, yet the real salty sea breeze invaded the nostrils and heart, and the jet-black as ink Sword Light heightened Chen Ping’s wariness.

This sword was not to be taken lightly.

The soul in the Manifest Saint Realm trembled frantically.

He clearly discerned the true threat of the opponent’s attack.

Before the several generals around him could react.

The Black Dragon Sword at Chen Ping’s waist, like a dragon overturning rivers and seas, leaped through waves, its blade point unknown when drawn, directly hitting the opposing black sword blade.

Pop...

The two swords clashed.

Qi Force concentrated to the extreme.

A black void mark the size of a washbasin appeared in mid-air.

All around, everyone felt unsteady, as if being drawn toward the black ring-shaped abyss.

Amidst the flying sand and stones.

Not only ordinary people but even Fang Qingzhu felt her soul about to leave her body, being drawn out forcibly.

A loud noise seemed to echo in everyone’s hearts.

Chen Ping took a slight step back.

His limbs and skeleton exploded simultaneously with a series of pops.

The Dragon Essence Sword Gang, without activation, already converged on the sword blade.

While the honest and simple middle-aged man riding the illusory torrent rushed forward, his black sword bent slightly, his figure uncontrollable, retreating seven zhang back, leaving seven large pits in the ground during his passage.

No one saw his figure seem to blur briefly, then solidify again, changing in appearance.

Evidently, just now, in the direct clash of swords, he’d fallen to a disadvantage; whether he was injured or not was unknown, but the disguised form had already been unraveled.

"Tsk tsk, people say your Divine Power is unmatched, invincible within the same Realm; it’s truly hard to believe without experiencing it yourself that someone in this world can wield Sword Force so weighty below the Divine Martial."