Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 294: Chapter 156: Breaking the Haoran Sword, Obtaining the Exorcism Book (2)

"I can’t imagine where the masters of the Pei Family and the Brocade Guard get such confidence to dare besiege him," he said.

When it comes to understanding and confidence in the Primordial Golden Body Technique, Han Wushang is undoubtedly unparalleled.

He recalls that before the decline of the Primordial Sect, there were quite a few ancestors with Golden Body Perfection...

Just standing there, without attacking or defending, even Innate Experts of the same realm couldn’t break the outer skin of the Golden Body, let alone harm the internal organs.

How can the current situation compare?

Sima Rou also smiled gently and responded, "Moreover, your junior brother now has Martial Intent Perfection and Enlightenment.

No matter how many cunning schemes there are, they are of little use...

Xiaoru, if you have time to worry about Xiaojiu, it’s better to hurry and perfect your Silver Body and advance to the Golden Body level.

Otherwise, the gap between you and your junior brother will be too big, and be afraid he won’t take you along anymore."

This was half a joke, half serious.

Han Xiaoru took it seriously, immediately raising her eyebrows and feeling nervous inside.

That’s right.

If junior brother thinks I’m useless, what if he doesn’t take me to battle, doesn’t let me compete in swordsmanship, and only makes me instruct disciples like that blockhead senior brother? Wouldn’t that be unbearable?

Unsure if it would indeed be unbearable, she only knew that, at this rate, she’d drift further away from her junior brother.

There would come a day when she wouldn’t even be able to meet him...

...

The thoughts of the onlookers did not concern Chen Ping.

He struck down Liang Qi, the Right Deputy Commander of the Brocade Guard, with his sword technique "Cyan Dragon Making Waves," while his momentum continued to rise.

Stepping forward, above his head, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed as dark clouds covered the sky, and fierce winds swirled and roared around him.

Under the traction of the Qi Mechanism, Sword Intent pressed heavily on Pei Ziwen and Pei Fangshu’s heads like a mountain.

Spiritual Lock, the momentum enveloped, pointing where the Sword Light indicated, there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

"Since you’re here, there’s no need to leave, please..."

Chen Ping raised his sword to gesture, like a pine tree welcoming guests, taking tentative steps to within three zhang of Pei Ziwen, advancing no further.

His presence heavy as a mountain, giving Pei Ziwen the first move. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The opponent before him ranked sixteenth on the Earth List, hailed as the Qilin Child of the Pei family, dominant in Jiangzuo; he was also a top scholar, deserving of his stature. free𝑤ebnovel.com

’I also hope he’ll provide me with more tribulations.’

Thinking this inwardly, Chen Ping couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation.

"You are too conceited. The world is vast, victories and defeats unpredictable; my Pei family has stood firm in Jiangdong for a thousand years, not something you, a mere youth, can underestimate."

Pei Ziwen originally appeared calm and composed; upon seeing Chen Ping approach without unleashing a barrage of attacks, instead advancing strategically, yielding the first move... although his gaze briefly revealed disappointment, his words remained unyielding.

Without delay, he raised his sword to his eyebrows, the sword glowed suddenly.

Vast golden light, like waves, spread in all directions, a sound like reading faintly echoed.

"The way of the Great Learning lies in manifesting one’s bright virtue, in loving the people, in resting in the highest good..."

This sound penetrated everywhere, initially echoing in one’s ears, then resonating deep within one’s heart...

Under Pei Ziwen’s sword light, like the warm sun of spring, people felt as if they were transported back to childhood, facing the reprimands and teachings of their mentor, terrified, with not a hint of resistance rising in their hearts.

Feeling that advancing is wrong, retreating is wrong, speaking is wrong, to stay silent is wrong.

As Pei Ziwen slashed with his sword, amidst the majestic sword light, the reading voice grew louder and sharper, piercingly harsh.

The spectators around felt their hands grow weak and wobbly, various self-serving thoughts and personal ego vanished completely.

In their daze, they only wanted to take this sword.

Or rather, accept this foot.

"So uncanny." Xu Yanzong, relying on his battle-hardened spirit from a lifetime in the military, was the first to awaken, only to see Pei Ziwen’s sword light already nearing Chen Ping’s neck.

A warning cry of "Be careful" reached his throat, but for some reason, he couldn’t seem to shout it out.

Yet, in the distance, at a corner, someone exclaimed loudly in surprise.

He knew they were people from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, Han Wushang among them.

Not within the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, surely holding something in reserve, they evidently perceived the crisis at this moment as well.

Everyone said the Vast Righteous Qi Sword Technique could repel all evils.

Unexpectedly, truly repelling demons requires something even more wicked than the demon.

Extreme wickedness becomes righteousness.

The same Sword Intent Heart Attack, Sword Light Soul Slaughter... no matter if the opponent was literate or had attended a village school, a single slash turned them into obedient children, readily accepting slaughter.

"So, this is what you rely on."

Chen Ping suddenly lifted his head, chuckling lightly.

Nobody saw that as the golden patterns shot into his head, a silkworm baby was ravenously swallowing them, even letting out a slight burp of contentment.

To him, although the Vast Righteous Qi couldn’t be blocked, it was virtually useless.

As for transforming himself into a child... who doesn’t know that in the past life, even kindergarten kids dared to talk back to their teachers...

The authority of the mentor.

Does not exist.

"Begone."

The sword edge dragging its bright golden light, barely reaching his neck.

Chen Ping didn’t even move his hand, merely shouted sternly, splitting the cloud above, as electric light struck like a dragon thunderously, obliterating the boundless golden light.

Before Pei Ziwen’s shock subsided, a streak of black light had already pierced toward his forehead.

With a late start yet arriving first, sword against sword, attack against attack, without even the slightest defensive maneuver.

’He has the Primordial Golden Body, able to endure one sword. I attack powerfully but defend weakly, hard to resist. This sword cannot be exchanged.’ Before Pei Ziwen could figure out how his own Vast Righteous Qi Sword Light was dismantled, he felt the imminent threat.