Chen Ping's Sword

Chen Ping shouted loudly.

Sparkling star light suddenly burst from his body, making his skin seem like transparent crystal, even revealing the flowing golden blood and jade-colored white bones beneath...

And the strands of sharp energy burning with golden flames shuttling through, like swords.

As the star light expanded towards the Eight Directions.

Thirty thousand elite cavalry, men and horses together, simultaneously surged with dazzling star light.

This time, no longer were tens of thousands of starry points distinctly separated before charging into formation, but rather they transformed into a lake, into an ocean.

Various phenomena occurring in an instant.

As the star light rose, the red sun descended, Chen Ping had already swung his sword.

Setting the sky ablaze.

He sensed the boundless might of the ring-like treasure being hammered down, yet it was still far from reaching instant body and soul extermination despair.

Since this object has Spiritual Power guiding and can automatically track and strike, it certainly cannot be evaded by mere Body Technique.

So now, do not hesitate to meet force with force, to break power with power.

Chen Ping knew, in this world, through many situations and circumstances, relying on strategy and luck alone can lead nowhere.

The higher the level seen, the formidable opponents encountered, without exception, possessed unique traits in temperament, Talent, and luck.

If not, they would not have Cultivated to this level.

Therefore, from this point forward, from this place forward, one must adapt to battles under adversity and falling behind.

Only by daring to fight hard battles, finding a path to survival from certain defeat, can one laugh until the end.

Boom...

Like a mountain peak, or a meteor falling from the sky, enveloped in endless thunder and fire, crashing down.

Chen Ping’s Black Dragon Sword just slashed that fiery red glow, the whole Sword Body turning into a fiery iron rod, infinite force channeling from the sword into his wrist, then affecting his arm, shoulder blade, reaching to the limbs and torso.

Heat force, explosive force, and suppressive shock force simultaneously transmitted to the body’s finest levels, threatening to crush and shatter Chen Ping’s whole flesh into primitive particles at the first moment.

In everyone’s eyes, Chen Ping’s fully activated True Gang Glazed Body had at this moment turned into an illusion, as if burning to nothingness under sunlight.

Fang Qingzhu watched with tense muscles, hands tightly clenched, nails nearly digging into flesh.

Xiaoyu stood outside the small forest, mouth agape, the cute dimples on her face no longer visible, tears nearly rolling down from her big eyes.

"Block, you must block."

The distant East Wood Remnant Army and Four Generals of Cyan Dragon and Black Tortoise, along with about thirty thousand of King Ping’s Army who had long stopped their movements, all turned to look, their hearts in their throats.

Countless people let out suppressed roars like a wild storm sweeping across the wasteland.

With sword fingers clamped, the commanding Daoist Mingcheng hurling down the Sun and Moon Essence Ring, eyes squinted, face full of sinister intent.

"Ignorance, to deliberately rely on flesh, to activate Sword Technique to resist Spiritual Artifact...

If Spiritual Artifact’s might was easy to resist, the master wouldn’t have bestowed this treasure, and those who died under Spiritual Artifacts having Refined True Form, forming Dao Foundation, would have died too innocently."

No wonder Daoist Mingcheng was prideful.

The world is naive, not reaching a certain level, unbeknownst to the news of another circle.

Like the division between Dharma Instrument and Spiritual Artifact.

If it were the power of Dharma Instrument, a Late-Stage Unity Realm expert, relying on unique Domain power, or even on mighty flesh and True Qi power, might stand a chance in maneuvering.

However, a Spiritual Artifact is a treasure of another level.

It aligns with the Divine Martial Realm or those who have Refined True Form, forged Dao Foundation masters.

An adaptable instrument for self-defense, life protection, attack and conquest among such entities.

Rightly reaching Spiritual Artifact level, managing them isn’t easy, without Divine Martial Realm or not Refining strong Divine Sense, one can’t control the treasure, let alone refine it to use freely.

However, Daoist Mingcheng is different.

Although he hasn’t reached the Realm or condensed Divine Sense, his master Venerable Yuxiao specially taught him a Technique, allowing him to utilize Soul Power just short of condensing Divine Sense, to temporarily control the Sun and Moon Ring’s single strike power.

Meaning giving him the authorization to wield this Spiritual Artifact.

Even so, releasing this strike expends nearly seventy to eighty percent of his Spiritual Power, rendering him exceedingly weak.

Wanting to use it again would require overdrawing self-essence blood, damaging the foundation.

Daoist Mingcheng doesn’t believe anyone below the Divine Martial Realm can withstand the strike.

Meaning no need for depleting essence blood or destroying the foundation to unleash a second strike.

At this time, he’s contemplating, after slaying the opponent, not knowing how much benefit he’ll gain once his junior controls Jiangnan.

The tangible benefits in the mortal realm are quite limited, at most indulging a bit.

With the master possibly rewarding his efforts for contributing, further advancement might allow fulfilling desires, and if the master feasts, he’s hopeful for a sip of soup.

His aspirations aren’t high, to acquire two celestial pills, elevating Soul Level, achieving Refined True Form, forging Dao Foundation, extending life to four hundred years, no regrets in this life.

"How is this possible?"

Just as Daoist Mingcheng was dreaming sweetly, about to reduce the renowned "rebel" from Jiangnan to powder.

Suddenly, his face twitched violently.