Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 297: Chapter 157: Godslaying Ghost Thorn, Divine Might Unrivaled (Part 2)

Liang Qi exclaimed in shock, his figure flickering like a snake and raccoon, somehow managing to dodge the sweeping Sword Qi as if predicting it.

The injuries on his body didn’t seem to hinder him much.

"Stop first and then we’ll talk."

Chen Ping remained unmoved.

He pressed his foot down and closed in by another ten feet.

"Well, don’t you have a reputation for righteousness? These people died because of you..."

Twisting left and right, sometimes flying close to the ground, sometimes sprinting wildly, Liang Qi’s face turned purple, lacking the demeanor of the Right Deputy Commander of the Brocade Guard, and he urgently fled like a stray dog, his expression becoming extremely ugly. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Feeling the fierce Qi Mechanism behind him, he was already aware that the opponent intended to kill him, and even if he wanted to know some secrets, there would be no promise of allowing him to leave alive.

Indeed, the reputation of the Brocade Guard was too poor.

He had been hunting everywhere these days and offended Chen Ping too severely.

Upon reflection, the wounds of Fairy Fubo have hardly healed, and now she is still under Xu Jing’an Commander’s pursuit, leaving Liang Qi with no hope.

He stretched out his hand and swiped, causing a trembling woman and a little girl on the roadside to rise into the air and fall backward brutally.

Just like stones rolling down from a mountaintop, fiercely and violently.

The fierce battle had erupted suddenly, from the appearance of the Sea Treading Eighteen Riders to Chen Ping slaying the Pei Family’s uncle and nephew, not much time had passed.

At that moment, the street was bustling with people, many trying to get home before nightfall.

For the time being, leaving was not possible.

The ground shook, buildings collapsed, scaring the passersby into crouching and trembling in place.

Now they became the weapon in Liang Qi’s hands.

With no knife or gun in hand, the people became the best weapons.

Using Soft Power to whip them, thousands of pounds of force applied to humans turned them into meteor hammers flying backward with a rumble, regardless of what they hit.

Better if they hit something, if not it didn’t matter.

Aren’t you, Chen Ping, famed for righteousness throughout the land? Isn’t it said that all the citizens of the city are like your siblings?

Fine, will you save these people or not?

Liang Qi staggered, swaying left and right, as he gestured and induced, causing more than ten men and women, old and young, to be used as weapons thrown backward.

"Damn!"

Chen Ping felt dark anger, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The thought of capturing the opponent alive faded away.

The Brocade Guard had a bad reputation in the Nanli Dynasty; house raids and executions were the norm, with ruthless methods commonly perceived as these royal dogs having no humanity.

Chen Ping had only heard about it before.

Now he witnessed it firsthand.

He sheathed his sword in his sleeve, both hands turned as light as clouds, drawing arcs, using force to deflect force.

His figure darted left and right, catching the dozen or so civilians softly.

And he had to be careful not to exert too much force, lest he harm these innocent people.

Liang Qi had a point.

He really couldn’t ignore them.

Couldn’t watch these civilians fall to their deaths.

’Now is the time.’

Seeing Liang Qi getting farther away, Chen Ping extended his hand and tossed the last elderly person flying, noting that ahead there were no civilians within twenty feet, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

His body spinning, his left hand embraced the sparrow’s tail, catching an elderly woman’s waist, lowered his stance, and spun gently to let her down.

While his right hand generated infinite vigorous force, his waist acting as a bow, his arm as the string...

As his wrist trembled, his right arm whistled forward like a whip.

The Black Dragon Sword tightly held in his palm transformed into a light shadow, piercing the air, leaving a long white trace, already shooting to Liang Qi’s back.

"Die."

Chen Ping roared, the Sword Light so fast it was almost invisible.

By the time Liang Qi realized something was wrong, he only managed to forcibly twist his body, as the Black Dragon Sword Light pierced through his back.

Under the immense shock wave, half of his body turned into blood mist, scattering everywhere, his body spinning, flying into the air, his eyes showed strange emotions, with satisfaction, despair, regret.

Despair, regret, are understandable, but what does satisfaction mean?

Chen Ping, acutely perceptive to human emotions, and able to dissect moods to a fine degree, noticed the unusual look in Liang Qi’s eyes before he died and felt something was amiss.

In a flash, he reached out to catch the elder flying like a falling stone, just relaxed his mind when his heart suddenly raced, his mind crazily alerting.

Soft Power in his hand turned to Vigorous Force, a palm with the power to split rocks was thrust forward suddenly.

Simultaneously, holding his chest in, turning from moving forward to retreating, his foot sparking blue smoke...

Though his response was fast, it was still slightly too late.

The poor elder he held, with disordered hands waving in panic, suddenly darted out a dark red long sting from his sleeve with a "ssh" sound.

The Qi and Blood True Essence in his body burned like a raging mountain fire...

The moment the dark red long sting appeared, it moved as fast as a shadow, already striking at Chen Ping’s chest.

Like someone catching a basketball, then suddenly an arrow shot out from inside the basketball, it was completely unexpected, impossible to dodge.

Chen Ping was the same.

He managed only to slightly contract his chest to deflect, moving away from the heart, as the dark red sting, like a light shadow, pierced into his chest.

Splurt...

A streak of blood appeared.

The sting pierced skin and muscle, blocked slightly by the breastbone, unable to go further.

Turmoil Vigorous Force rebounded, with Chen Ping’s palm imprinting like a mountain.

With a thunderous roar, it struck the elder.

Splurt...

The elder opened his mouth and spat out blood, surprise flashing in his eyes while his face turned vicious.