Chapter 565 242: As Heavy as a Mountain, the Sword Forms Seven Stars

"Master, save me."

Minghe was utterly terrified.

Even though he was clutching the "Purple Sky Divine Thunder Talisman" in his hand, he had no confidence left at all.

He didn't even dare to turn around and use it.

Afraid that if he delayed for a blink of an eye, he would be overtaken and follow in the footsteps of his senior brother Mingfa.

"One strike, not even one strike could be blocked."

"And that's even after Senior Brother had used the Purple Thunder Summoning; it seems Chen in the Divine Martial Realm must have already broken through to the Divine Martial. Not only was the attack astonishing, but the defense couldn't even be breached by the Purple Thunder. It's the end for me..."

Minghe's cultivation wasn't particularly profound, nor could his talent be considered very good.

In terms of strength, he was even slightly weaker than Junior Brother Yan, Yan Beifei, who had joined the sect over sixty years later.

But he had one very good habit.

And that was a keen sense of awareness.

His eyes could catch the subtlest hints and details.

Usually, being deeply favored by his master, Venerable Yuxiao, his greatest skill wasn't his ability to get things done, but his knack for flattering.

To put it bluntly.

He could always find the perfect point of agreement, making Venerable Yuxiao extremely satisfied.

Thinking ahead of what others hadn't thought of, doing everything in advance—this was his survival law.

You can imagine, such a person is terribly afraid of death.

At least, more so than the Shenxiao Sect Leader, Qin Dongliu, who was quite ambitious and bold.

Upon hearing the shout, Qin Dongliu leapt into the air in fury.

"Daring to attack our mountain gate, Senior Brother, don't worry, all disciples..."

He announced boldly, his voice awe-inspiring.

Indeed, as one of the leaders of the two most thoroughly preserved sects among the Four Daoist Sects.

Usually high and mighty, living in luxury, he had developed an unmatched heroic spirit.

Even when seeing a formidable foe at the gate, seeing his disciples wiped out with a single move, and witnessing Senior Brother Mingfa cut down on the spot.

He still did not falter.

Barely was his shout out when he saw a golden light like that of a dragon.

No,

it was a real, gigantic Coiling Dragon.

A figure, cloaked in white and crowned with stars, hovered in mid-air, eyes cold and piercing, staring indifferently.

As his Qi Mechanism roared down, the white figure was surrounded by a mist-like glow, swiftly spreading with a winding golden light.

In the next instant, as he looked again.

A gigantic Coiling Dragon, hundreds of feet long and as thick as dozens of people together, loomed in the sky.

Roar...

In the dragon's roar.

The white figure made no dramatic gesture, simply raised a foot and stepped down.

What met his eyes was that gigantic Coiling Dragon, its vibrant tail swaying, as it stepped with a muffled sound of a violent wind tear.

The mountains seemed to be whipped by a gale, numerous trees uprooted.

The Purple Sky Hall first quivered and then, under the assault of the strong wind, collapsed with a crash.

Of the three hundred disciples guarding the hall, about two hundred were blown away...

With crackling sounds, more than ten lower-level practitioners, in mid-air, were crushed by the fierce wind, blood raining down.

Qin Dongliu hadn't even finished half a sentence.

His throat was already blocked by a gust of wind, unable to utter more words, or hear any sound.

He only saw the dragon tail, dozens of times larger than his body, slamming towards him.

"Ancestor..."

Qin Dongliu managed half a moan... only having the chance to crush the Exquisite Jade in his hand, as his whole body flew like a broken kite, across the collapsing hall, toward the rear mountain, towards layers of pavilions, with a distant, dull thud.

No one knew where he ended up.

"Sect Leader."

Came the cries from surviving disciples nearby.

Even the sect leader was knocked away with one blow, his life status unknown. How could this battle continue?

The Exquisite Jade Token, a protective treasure bestowed by Venerable Yuxiao of the Shenxiao Sword Sect to their most outstanding descendants.

Said to withstand a Divine Martial attack.

However, even after the Jade Token shattered, it couldn't entirely block Chen Ping's dragon tail attack.

Hearing Qin Dongliu's flight, accompanied by sounds like firecrackers cracking.

It was clear that this grand sect leader, those bones probably couldn't be spared.

While it could block magical power and sharpness, this Unrivaled Power far surpassed a bloodline talisman's capacity to dissipate.

Taking a hit head-on, it went without saying how heavy the blow truly was.

"Sect Leader, haha..."

Chen Ping, testing his newly honed skills, using the Stinging Dragon Body with Dragon Essence augmentation for attack, was quite satisfied with his strength and speed.

He could tell, this ostentatiously charging Shenxiao Sect Leader wasn't weak.

To hold a position as sect leader of a major sect, his Late-Stage Unity Realm, having cultivated a Yang Essence Realm Golden Thunder Domain, his cultivation was not inferior to that of Divine Master Duran.

Yet, for such experts, in his hands, it was like crushing a matchstick figure; they easily crumbled.

Even with a body-protecting treasure, it was futile.

'No wonder Fairy Fang had that peculiar look then, Stinging Dragon Skill reputedly passed down from the Three Immortal Islands' superior Divine Martial Realm techniques, known for being exceptionally formidable in frontal combat, unmatched power.'

Plus, with true dragon blood in my inherited bloodline, strength multiplies with every realm advancement, indeed I am the matchless candidate to cultivate this technique.'

'Under such overwhelming might, opponents of the same realm rarely withstand three direct strikes, let alone when I surpass them by a whole major realm.'

Dominating through realm, battling becomes a delight.

Chen Ping felt thoroughly invigorated.

He raised his head in a long roar, metallic and stone-like.

With an overwhelming rumble from all directions.

Without stopping or hesitating.

His body moved.

The Coiling Dragon's body rolled.

Suddenly rising to strike with a sword.