Chapter 570 - 243: Yuxiao Falls, the Divine Sword Awakens (Part 3)

’Can we just stop fighting? I’m willing to give up the Shenxiao Sword Sect.’

’Not only is his power infinite, but his Sword Technique is so strong that it can decompose all things, even able to sever and obliterate the Purple Sky Divine Thunder with a sword—which is bad enough. His physical body is so strong, it can withstand a strike from this Purple Thunder.’

’The most outrageous thing is, he actually possesses a Healing Technique. In the blink of an eye, his injuries are completely healed.’

’How can we fight like this? Unless you obliterate him at the first moment, reducing him to dust.

A slight respite, and he heals up, returning fiercely to battle—a provocation best avoided.’

Venerable Yuxiao’s mind was racing with thoughts.

Yet he was planning secretly.

Though he can’t win, fortunately, he still has cards unplayed. Though the opponent has gained the upper hand this time and destroyed the Shenxiao Sword Sect, the blood feud can’t go unavenged.

When the time comes, the vast lands of the Southern Region can’t possibly have formidable experts everywhere.

As long as Chen Ping isn’t personally guarding it, just stealthily eradicate everything—today’s humiliation shall be repaid with blood another day.

A man shouldn’t concern himself with winning or losing in a single day.

Whoever laughs last remains to be seen.

With a flicker of his figure, he transformed into a flash of lightning, moving a hundred zhang.

In merely the blink of an eye.

Chen Ping glanced and understood that he couldn’t match the opponent’s speed.

Venerable Yuxiao must be using an Escape Technique.

Even if using the Nine Appearances of the Cloud Dragon, he could barely keep up in a small area, but for long-distance escape, he couldn’t even grasp the shadow.

Let alone the Seven Stars Step and Butterfly Dance and Swallow Return Body Technique.

They are merely Mortal Martial Arts Body Techniques, still far from another tier of Escape Technique.

Those Cultivation Techniques, it’s basically time to retire them.

Consider them as having served their purpose and retired successfully.

Can’t chase.

Chen Ping still had ways to deal with him.

He understood better than anyone.

Offending one of these old fellows who lived for two or three hundred years, and not killing them immediately, leads to immense trouble later.

Even the Great Li Dynasty, with the entire Court’s power, dared not provoke this Venerable too harshly.

Whether he wanted it or not, the Shenxiao Sword Sect was pretty much annihilated.

This isn’t a matter of provoking or not.

Even the waters of the Three Rivers and Four Seas can’t wash away this deep feud, can they?

So, the best solution is to invite him,

to die!

As Venerable Yuxiao transformed into lightning and moved a hundred zhang, Chen Ping gathered his Sword Light, lightly swung his left hand, and a mass of red and white light had long flown into the sky, reaching the clouds.

"You dare..."

Venerable Yuxiao saw that red and white light, his eyes turning blood-red with rage.

What was that?

Wasn’t it the Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact "Sun and Moon Essence Ring" that he had practiced with for over two hundred years?

Given to his eldest disciple Mingcheng, he didn’t think much of it at the time.

Just to let that trusted disciple assist Yan Beifei in killing Chen Ping.

Then, collect all the Celestial South’s fortune, infuse it into the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, refine nine beams of thunder, break realms by law, and forge a new path, directly reaching the Divine Martial Seventh Layer.

By then, whether destroying the Great Li, or seeking the second half of the Shenxiao Thunder Control True Understanding, he could achieve great things.

If the opportunity arises, he might even bag this Bingli Island, using the chaos in the Nine Demon Suppression Halls to undermine the foundation, allowing the Shenxiao Sect to rise again and restore its former glory.

When the time comes, if the ancestral spirits can feel his outlying sea sect, they might even ...

All such plans, at this moment, were clouds of the past.

Faced with the fireball, as big as a mountain falling from the sky.

Venerable Yuxiao found himself helpless before it.

Borrowing Spiritual Artifacts is easy; retrieving them is hard.

The toughest part is this Spiritual Artifact strike, which he truly couldn’t withstand.

The Shenxiao Sword Sect excels in attacks; whether Thunder Mastery True Understanding, or the Sword Control Technique he hasn’t completely learned, is stronger in attack than defense.

Of course, this legacy doesn’t require defense.

One strike, turning the opponent to ash.

What’s there to defend, is there a need?

But now, Venerable Yuxiao wishes he had practiced a Turtle Armor Skill rather than an attack technique, just to defend against the dive of the Spiritual Artifact.

Even the Little Wind Thunder Escape Technique, as fast as it is, can it outrun the Spiritual Artifact’s striking the void?

With the soul locked, the faster the escape, the quicker the demise.

At this moment, within the Venerable Yuxiao’s mind, countless twists turned, his eyes flashing fiercely, just before the massive fireball was about to fall, his whole True Essence exploded with a "bang."

Countless blood mists spattered, like blooming fireworks.

"Then let’s die together."

Venerable Yuxiao roared madly.

As his physical body blasted apart, the Jade Cloud Sword in his hand seemed to suddenly gain spirituality.

Transforming into a stream of light with an ear-piercing whistle, accelerated beyond Divine Sense perception, heading straight for Chen Ping’s chest.

"What kind of move is this?"

Chen Ping grimaced deeply inside.

Not for the bizarre self-destruction of Venerable Yuxiao, but for this Sword Light before him.

By the time the sword keening echoed, it was actually somewhat late.

The Sword Momentum moved faster than sound.

His gaze only caught the emergence of a ripple.

In his hand, the Black Dragon Sword was quicker than his awareness, performing a Yin Yang Split, intercepting at his chest.

Even faster than the Sword Momentum, a faint shadow appeared behind Chen Ping’s head.

That golden light shadow, one zhang six high, with a solemn appearance, had just appeared, only for its chest to burst open with a bowl-sized hole.

Then, the entire illusion exploded into sparkling light.

[Brahma and I are One]

Chen Ping felt like sighing.

Ever since obtaining this vaguely graded pseudo-Divine Technique from Tang Lin’er, he’d lost count of how many times he’d used it to transfer harm, reduce risk to his life.