Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 298: Chapter 157: Godslaying Ghost Thorn, Supreme Divine Might (Part 3)

His body twisted slightly, like a mudfish, and he shook off the palm force, slipping away from Chen Ping’s palm strike, twisting his waist and appearing in front of Chen Ping again.

The dark red long spike flashed in and out of view, as it rotated with his body, it was already aimed at the center of Chen Ping’s forehead and his eye corner.

...

"Godslaying Needle! An expert from the Inner Court?"

Xiongba was shocked, his eyes widened, his heart trembled wildly.

He finally understood what the demise opportunity that the East Wood Army’s military advisor, Xiao Chengyun, had mentioned was.

Indeed, Xiao Chengyun deserved the reputation of being cunning and treacherous.

He had a deep understanding of his equally cunning counterparts.

He predicted that the methods of the Brocade Guard’s Right Deputy Commander, Liang Qi, were more than what met the eye.

Behind the impulsive recklessness, there must be hidden assassins, a plot within a plot, all the hidden cards and obvious plays were intact.

From start to finish, Xiongba kept his eyes wide open, trying to see where the hidden hand was, but he never discovered it.

Unexpectedly, not until Liang Qi was shot through by a sword, shattering the left half of his body, already stepping into the Yellow Springs, did he see the final stratagem.

That frantic escape was a façade.

The fierce action of forcing Chen Ping to save the people was also a façade.

The truth was, by using various actions, through means that turned the impossible into possible, exploiting human hearts, utilizing the situation, he forced Chen Ping into a dead end.

"That is the Ghost Shadow Godslayer, Wei Lianxiang, one of the Eight Great Eunuchs under Emperor Qianheng, specialized in eliminating dissent, covert attacks and assassinations, with sinister and cruel means.

Once he takes action, Chen Ping basically has little vitality remaining.

Moreover, being approached by this foremost assassination expert, who excels at quick close-quarters combat, even if he were a Grandmaster, in such adverse circumstances, the hope of surviving is very slim..."

Xiao Chengyun stopped watching the life-and-death struggle in the middle of the long street not far away, turning to smile as he said, "The Azure Dragon Seal, in the end, it still needs to be fought over."

As soon as he spoke, he found no one echoed his sentiment.

Including Xiongba and Xu Yanzong, all were gazing at the long street with shocked eyes, not blinking.

He turned to look and saw that he could no longer clearly see the two figures in the long street.

Only blue and gray, two figures like vague shadows of spirit snakes, leaving long trails of light, moving fast on the street like lightning.

In the howling wind, explosive roars were heard occasionally.

Amidst the rubble’s collapse and the dust flying, the dark red blood spike stirred up layers of blood flames, growing increasingly brighter.

Finally resembling a blazing morning sun...

With the eunuch Wei Lianxiang’s motions, assaults came from all directions, gradually rolling into a huge turbulent wave.

His figure advanced and retreated, dodging like a ghost shadow, moving so quickly it could not be clearly seen.

Opposite him, Chen Ping crossed his fingers, sometimes fists, sometimes palms, sometimes forming sword fingers, or plucking away attacks, keeping the Godslaying Needle firmly outside.

Though appearing somewhat slow in hand speed, each time he would intercept at the last moment before the piercing blade reached his flesh, forcing the elder eunuch to retreat.

Yet he was never fatally wounded.

"The Godslaying Needle is swift like a streak of light, it slays gods and ghosts, excelling in sudden bursts, it can only succeed on the first try; if it fails, it only harms itself."

Xu Yanzong sighed, his eyes full of admiration.

Under such circumstances, even the Godslaying Assassination Technique, said to be capable of killing a Grandmaster, couldn’t kill him; Chen Ping’s meteoric rise couldn’t be stopped.

Indeed, as Xu Yanzong sighed, and as Han Wushang crushed the dried bones of the White Crow with a punch, changes occurred here at Chen Ping’s side.

The old man in gray had sweat beading on his forehead, though still ferocious, his eyes held a hint of cowardice.

His body turned into a shadow, spiraling rapidly, and the long spike in his hand, from an impossible angle, angled upwards again with a whoosh, targeting Chen Ping’s throat.

Chen Ping’s gaze was indifferent, seemingly unaware of the few bloody wounds on his body.

The opponent’s movements were too swift, especially his hand speed, impossibly fast to even perceive clearly, while also employing various feints; a long spike flickered and sped, sometimes flying in an arc, making it difficult to guard against.

However, no matter which cultivation technique or killing method, to kill someone, one always has to exert in the end.

Chen Ping might not be able to block the opponent’s long spike attack completely; however, at the final exertion, when attempting to pierce through the Primordial Golden Body’s inner Gang Qi, he always found an opportunity to strike back.

You strike me once, I can bear it, I strike you once, you turn into mincemeat.

That’s the situation as it stands.

After over a dozen exchanges, Chen Ping noticed that this old eunuch seemed weak, not just ordinarily weak.

While he had sustained minor injuries, his strength was increasing, his Qi mechanism growing stronger.

Yet the opponent seemed rather deflated.

Facing a spike like lightning, Chen Ping knew he couldn’t completely dodge it, because dodging would only let the eunuch unleash numerous tricks with the Godslaying Needle.

Appearing real and hidden, it would attack again from unexpected places.

Thus, he simply chose not to dodge.

Taking a deep breath, he grew a few inches taller; the spike, aimed at his throat, hit his collarbone with a bang.

Crack...

With a massive explosive force, the spike advanced.

Cracks appeared on Chen Ping’s collarbone.

Yet, a vast unmatched vigorous force, suddenly, rebounded, numbing the eunuch’s wrist and slowing his fingers a bit. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

The spike poised to turn and reverse strike paused slightly.

"What hard bones."

The eunuch screeched sharply, twisting his waist and pivoting his arms, his Qi force surged like waves, transforming into a spiral penetrating force, attempting to exert strength a second time to thrust again.