Chen Ping's Sword

Around his front and back, within a radius of twenty feet, golden flames surged turbulently. Countless crossbow arrows shattered into pieces simultaneously, and the onrushing men and horses were swept up by the wild wind, flying backwards.

Zhang Mingdao let out a roar that was still in his throat, only to see the Sword Aura reflected into his eyes.

The line of guard cavalry in front of him was cut in two, man and horse alike, split from the middle.

Blood light howled in, resembling tidal waves.

He twirled his silver spear wildly, forming a mirror of light in front of him.

Thud.

Like tofu under a sharp blade, his silver spear, even his True Qi and lance, and the armored warhorse, were all split in two.

His vision went black.

Zhang Mingdao’s enormous, robust body sitting atop the large horse was also split in two.

[Flash of Cold Light, Yin Yang Split]

As Tongg Dazhong was beheaded, Zhang Mingdao was cleaved in half with one sword, and within just two breaths, over two hundred armored soldiers were dead or wounded.

A figure dashed into the military camp like a golden thread, strategically maneuvering, unstoppable in every direction.

The entire camp fell into a slight hush.

The newly emerged roars and shouts of battle also paused simultaneously.

What are you fighting for?

You can’t stop it, completely can’t stop it.

Fang Gui was the most clever and shrewd person.

Hearing a guard knight beside him crying out for General Fang, he quickly swung a hammer and struck, causing the guard knight to spit out blood and fall off his horse.

Watching the leading generals beside him charging forward, he, on the contrary, slowly retreated, backing away to Prince Jinghai’s side.

In terms of where the most fortified defense was, where the most safety lay, it was none other than by the Prince.

"Protect the Prince."

Fang Gui pinched his throat and shouted, then retreated without looking back.

His speed was not slower than that of Elder Mingyu of the Extreme Yin Sect fleeing for his life.

"If you can escape, then of course I can too, and after the Prince blames us, there will be others sharing the blame, preventing severe punishment."

Moreover, Fang Gui woke up to the reality at this moment.

What kind of person was this Elder from the Extreme Yin Sect?

He was a veteran Grandmaster of the Unity Realm, a top expert capable of defeating ten of his own powerful self.

Even someone of his stature dared not turn back and was fleeing with all his might.

How many bowls of rice had he eaten to dare to fight such a fierce pursuer head-on?

Fang Mingdao and Tongg Dawei, those two muscle-brained fools, charging faster only led to quicker deaths, which they deserved.

Besides, Fang Gui could see it clearly.

The man had a face like jade, wore a white robe with a black sword, and his eyes shone like stars in the sky, exuding an imposing and tyrannical aura that was intimidating even from afar.

Such a figure, his image was already vividly depicted in the military’s urgent reports, drawn clearly.

"That’s Chen Ping, the ’Xingqing Tiger [Righteousness Reaches the Heavens]’ Grand General Chen, a formidable figure resisting the East Wood Army in the east and Hexi Cui in the west. This time, the Prince ordered the gathered generals to step aside, most likely to target this Xingqing Tiger, forcing him into a deadly confrontation with the Beizhou Hu Cavalry before cleaning up the aftermath."

Fang Gui might not have understood it initially.

Now he finally understood.

How could you possibly suppress such a tremendously powerful person?

If you really confronted him head-on, who would have the confidence to beat him?

One could only let those arrogant Beizhou barbarians enter Xingqing Prefecture, wear themselves out against him, and then tidy up the old territory, gaining both land and popular support — wouldn’t that be great?

Fang Gui was still contemplating some cunning schemes, and Elder Mingyu was already pursued to the point that he couldn’t even control the bugs on him.

How bold was the young man chasing behind?

He was strolling leisurely in the camp of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, swiftly slicing through any obstruction with his sword, man and horse alike in pieces.

Countless arrows fell like rain, but when they hit the three-foot golden light on him, they shattered into pieces. The long spears like a forest aimed to pierce through that Cyan-White True Qi Light Shield, Blood Gang of the second layer, and Glazed Golden Body of the third layer.

Attacks below the Innate level couldn’t even penetrate his outermost layer of the Cyan Wood Longevity True Qi Light Shield, let alone pose any threat.

Besides, the Black Dragon Sword in his hand wasn’t just for show; to kill him, one had to be prepared to shatter to pieces.

The military’s encirclement grew increasingly intense, the shouting more and more intense, but there were few who could halt his pursuing steps.

The soldiers and generals ahead surged like a tide, rising and falling, while the killing intent behind was bone-chilling, like a thorn in the back.

From a distance, he could see the hub-ha-chariot, the commander’s movement.

He saw Prince Jinghai in a golden Python Robe, along with a forest of generals beside him.

Mingyu’s heart leaped with joy, seeing hope; he knew well that the last stretch of this hundred-foot road was the hardest, life and death lay before him, and he roared, "Chen Ping! Everything has its cause, every debt its debtor! What grievances or enmity does the old man have with you to deserve this relentless pursuit?"

"You were chasing Little Commandery Princess Mingyue earlier."

Chen Ping swung his sword, Yin and Yang reversed, two forces rotated, and severed limbs flew up like rain all around. Ahead, neither man nor horse could hinder him, as he charged through with man and sword, carving out a long tunnel of flesh and blood.

Although the charge was fierce and wild, his voice remained unhurried, its lingering echoes reverberating across the battlefield, unsettling hearts from afar.

Damn, was he human or ghost, standing there amidst the bloody battlefield, looking all relaxed and at ease, seemingly unfazed.

At this rate, he could fight until night fell and dawn broke without a problem.

How many lives would it take to stop him?

For a moment, morale dipped drastically.

Elder Mingyu felt his Qi, which was intertwined with Heaven and Earth, was almost stripped away, and he even sensed that the bug cloud he controlled behind was losing its vitality, burned into earth and stone by the thick Blood Flame and Golden Light, falling to the ground without any sound.