Chapter 682: The Cycle of Three Lives, Rift of the Demonic Realm (Part 2)

Yes, in the previous life, the strongest power was not guns and armies. What was it then?

Every law has a foundation of existence. Since the goal is to kill me, in this scenario, he’s invoking what I consider the strongest power in my heart.

No problem with that.

Various thoughts flashed like lightning through Chen Ping’s mind.

With his current level of enlightenment and intelligence, anything he didn’t understand instantly became clear and organized with a bit of contemplation.

He even saw, under the cover of secluded buildings and dense woods, a pair of blood-red eyes full of pride and malice, a feeling familiar and tangible.

“Very well, not only has he conjured up a scene, but he’s also spiritually imbued himself, entering the scene personally.”

Chen Ping then understood that the officer hiding in the backdrop was Daoist Mingxin himself. He was confident in his victory, wanting to witness his death firsthand, savoring this boundless pleasure.

Bullets howled like a curtain sweeping towards him.

Chen Ping’s figure had already slightly twisted and tilted, his feet moving in a bewildering manner, while his upper body was as soft as a spirit snake.

Sometimes hunching forward, sometimes leaning backward, his toes heavily stomped, piercing through his shoe soles, crushing the concrete ground, clawing into the earth like tiger claws, covering ten meters in a rise and fall.

Meanwhile, he reached out and pulled out the leather belt from his waist, a slight tremor of his wrist revealed a buzzing long sword.

Peeling the sheath from the sword, gazing with his body.

Chen Ping, using mysterious footwork, his body twisted strangely, dodged attacks from dozens of long and short guns, magically forged a path through the rain of bullets.

Black light flashed, creating afterimages, sweeping past several soldiers, stirring up a wave of blood.

The barrage of bullets thinned, filled with screams and cries, the scent of gunpowder and pungent blood assaulted his nostrils, as real as can be.

Chen Ping’s sword light, like a swimming dragon, carved a zigzag path, where the sword light struck, slaughtered dozens, circled seven or eight trees, and already killed before the officer’s eyes.

“How is this possible?”

The officer’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

‘Didn’t we agree that the law of this world levels the strongest powers? How could it crumble so easily? Where did it go wrong, even fooling the laws, fooling myself?’

Daoist Mingxin felt the swap of moves was beyond unfair, even he didn’t clearly understand how he lost.

His eyes filled with bewilderment, having been pierced through the throat by a sword, the sword technique not only incredibly fast but faintly sealing off all his escape angles. With his hundreds of years of magical battle experience, he only managed to blink.

Indeed, three hundred years ago, he began the path of the Dao, started Qi Refining, never holding mortal combat techniques in high regard, physical body only strengthened with Bone Forging through eating elixirs, practicing step by step, fighting others with runes and spells, walking the orthodox Qi Refiner’s path.

Yet now, without magical power in his body, naturally, he crumbled easily.

Chen Ping sneered coldly, killing seven or eight soldiers in front while piercing the officer embodied by Daoist Mingxin with one sword, as the scene before him shattered, coldly saying:

“In this world, the strongest things are indeed guns and armies. Laws can transform my deepest fears into reality, but they never considered that when one possesses swordsmanship verging on the Dao and martial arts, has martial intent and countless experiences of life and death battles, these mere guns can’t count for much anymore.”

No wonder Daoist Mingxin felt ridiculous.

Chen Ping thought the same.

His opponent’s attack was indeed extremely dangerous; if it was any other world, it might have succeeded.

But his previous life happened to be an End of Dharma World.

The so-called guns are just tools. Those who use these tools are merely ordinary people.

Neither possessing a spirit strong enough to birth martial intent, nor having formidable martial arts.

As for himself, even if abandoning the physical body, Qi Refining cultivation, and spiritual realm, knowledge remained intact.

Those painstakingly honed skills, sword control technique, sword momentum battle intent, all resided within.

Not to mention just these mere hundreds of people, even a few thousand could be killed back and forth, casually strolling, not a drop of blood on the clothes.

This is cognitive suppression; essentially, the physique and spirit do not exceed the mortal realm of the previous life, yet combat power is a thousandfold different.

Of course, why not use a dirty bomb? Let’s just say, Daoist Mingxin’s scene replay, no matter how magical, must abide by some basic law. Deploying a few hundred elite armored troops… already reached the limit, deploying a dirty bomb would be completely unreasonable.

The biggest possibility lies in his subconscious, never having feared those advanced weapons.

Because, to deal with one person, especially a target with merely strong personal martial force like himself, using a tactical nuke would be totally excessive.

Lacking that thought, couldn’t conjure it.

…

The Law Domain dissipated, Daoist Mingxin’s nose bled, feeling as if his spirit was stabbed, his mind no longer clear.

What terrified him the most was the Void Pill in his Dantian, infused with divine will and law, which was also struck hard, thoroughly disintegrated.

“No.”

Mingxin let out an extremely shrill cry of pain.

While retreating, an endless resentment arose from his heart, feeling that all his efforts and hard work over the years were in vain.

I hate it.”If I’m going to die, I’m taking you with me.”

Without thinking, the black lotus in his hand abruptly exploded, leaving only the lotus seed in his hand, a mysterious light shot at a certain spot in the manor.