Chen Ping's Sword

No one could see anything anymore.

Only in their minds, they could vaguely perceive that a colossal sword falling from the sky, splitting mountains and cutting rivers, was striking directly towards the True Martial King.

"A trapped dragon ascending to heaven..."

Every pore of the True Martial King exploded outward, and alarms blared madly in his mind.

In the last moment, a rippling wave propelled Chen Ping’s Realm of All Living Beings, as his entire blood and True Qi transformed into a blood-red Divine Dragon, roaming and singing, converging on the sword light for a frontal counter slash.

The Great Li Ji Family could secure the Central Plains, eliminate traitors, and sustain the dynasty for over three hundred years. In this era where masters from noble families and sects emerge in droves, it wasn’t accomplished solely through benevolence and righteousness.

The key reason was the Royal Family’s experts, whose cultivation was profound and combat power unmatched.

Especially among the Ji Family members, the cultivation of Dragon Padding Scripture, Emperor’s Dragon Fist, and Nine Forms Celestial Dragon Swordsmanship made their combat power unrivaled, surpassing experts of the same level by far more than a notch.

This was the foundation of the Ji Family.

Ji Changfeng was known for his patience, having achieved great merit in his early years and obtained the Dragon Padding Scripture. Since he had expressed his intentions not to vie for the supreme throne, he naturally didn’t cultivate the Emperor’s Dragon Fist but instead mastered the Nine Forms Celestial Dragon Swordsmanship to the core.

At this moment, a sword could move mountains and rivers, a sword could raise the azure dragon.

With just one move, he suppressed and tore apart Chen Ping’s domain, the sword transforming into a Blood Dragon, with a force that seemed to swallow the heavens and devour the earth.

As the sword light emerged, Yin and Yang returned to their places, and the waves calmed.

In a peculiar yet skillful strike, the sword precisely hit the tip of Chen Ping’s Black Dragon Sword.

"Good."

"The Prince’s might."

Cheers erupted from all sides.

They understood.

Whether it was the sword like thunder, swiftly slicing through arrays and domains by Chen Ping, or the fierce counterattack with the Blood Dragon transformation by the True Martial King, all were vying for the control over this Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

At the same time, they were comparing the changes in cultivation techniques and sword techniques.

Breaking moves, breaking intentions, breaking Qi, breaking the opponent’s killing intent and sword heart.

The True Martial King, with his exquisitely wonderful sword technique and thick cultivation technique, and even with his own Blood Dragon domain, neutralized all of Chen Ping’s advantages, with the single sword clash, they were evenly matched.

As long as True Martial King Ji Changfeng could endure Chen Ping’s assault, and with several Unity Realm experts besieging, this night raid would be a thorough failure.

As for Chen Ping himself, whether he could break out of encirclement and preserve his life remains to be seen.

The word "good" had just slipped out.

Liu Suifeng and others suddenly turned pale.

They saw that the Blood Dragon Sword of True Martial King Ji Changfeng indeed blocked Chen Ping’s sword edge, but suddenly it began to ripple like a wave. The extremely sturdy sword body, including the True Martial King’s right arm wielding the sword, started to become slightly illusory.

Not illusory.

But shaken by enormous power, dispersed from the finest particle level.

Boom...

A thunderous explosion sounded from where the two swords clashed.

Ripples surged like waves.

Impacts were rushing towards the eight directions.

Everyone was blown away by the tide-like powerful Qi.

Looking afar.

They saw.

The True Martial King’s luxurious armor exploded like a myriad of butterflies.

His hair flailed wildly, face pale with terror, body pushed back dozens of yards, like a paper kite.

Observant eyes could see that his right arm was already empty.

Along with the blood-colored long sword, it transformed into powder mist and disappeared in the air...

"Able to block the move, unable to withstand the force, True Martial King, you overestimated yourself."

Chen Ping sneered coldly.

Powerful Qi around him danced like golden snakes, poised in mid-air, with the Black Sword in hand pointing diagonally, exuding pressure in all directions.

He had to admit that whether it was the True Martial King Ji Changfeng’s dense and sharp True Qi, or the sophisticated and clever sword technique, none were inferior to his own.

The Blood Dragon cultivated from the Dragon Padding Skill even tore his robust and realistic Realm of All Living Beings apart.

Encountering Divine Master Duran, this sword alone would already surpass by three parts.

But, back then, when he was far less powerful than now, he could compete with Divine Master Duran evenly and eventually cut down the opponent amidst the battle.

Not to mention now, having advanced one more realm, with a fifty-percent increase in power. His Divine Soul reached the Manifest Saint realm, wielded the sword with spiritual body, each unit of force exerted at twofold force, at least tripling the attack power.

In this situation, the True Martial King was only a little stronger than Divine Master Duran, yet unable to preserve his life.

Miscollected information, misjudged the situation, blind confidence, recklessly waiting in the Central Army Tent unprepared, Chen Ping could only say, heaven’s doom for the True Martial King, it’s none of his business.

With one sword shattering the True Martial King’s arm and long sword, Chen Ping seized the opportunity to strike.

Several cries echoed in his ears.

"Save the Prince."

Beside him, a shadow flashed, as if clouds covered his eyes, sword Qi transformed into strands piercing critical points all around him.

A gigantic willow tree illusion appeared in the sky again...

In the distance, a mighty river roared, a sword hum resonating to the depths of the soul.

Countless tiny black round beads were scattered across the sky.

In an instant, several Unity Realm Grandmasters acted simultaneously.

Some had the Soul Suppressing Sound, some the Celestial Net Pearl, some the Heart Willow Domain, some the Purple Thunder Domain...

"Heh..."

Without thinking, Chen Ping fixated on the retreating figure of the True Martial King, his body casting a six-meter phantom.

All attacks struck the phantom, as if hitting another space.

A Black Sword criss-crossed, unleashing a wild tide of sword Qi.