Within the Imperial Path Divine Weapon, a terrifying demon was nurtured. It was usually hard to detect, but as soon as the Divine Weapon revived, one could almost easily sense the demon’s presence.
It was powerful, shrouded in an aura of death, its true face obscured. Only when it opened its eyes did it reveal a pair of crimson pupils.
Bizarre and soul-seizing.
Now, the demon was about to revive.
Thick black mist gushed out, permeating downwards from above, carrying with it a mentally and spiritually oppressive aura.
It was very oppressive.
Zhou Huaian began to feel nervous.
It is normal for people to fear the unknown; similarly, it is normal for cultivators to fear the appearance of demons.
Because "demon" signifies death, infiltration, devouring, and erosion—few cultivators who encountered one ever survived.
Moreover, among the cultivation methods of the Human Clan, few could directly suppress a demon.
Gusts of cold wind blew as the massive demon stepped out from the Big Bell. Its crimson pupils stared at Chen Pingping, creating an oppressive sensation, as if it wanted to devour the minds and spirits of those present.
Even the usually calm Zi Ji became considerably more nervous at this moment.
Uncertainty... not knowing... it means I might perish here...
The King of Pingyang’s face was cold and indifferent. "So what if you know?"
Chen Pingping smiled. "I don’t discriminate against Demon Cultivators, but... I must slay you." As he finished speaking, a golden figure burst from between his brows, wielding the Void Sword and slashing directly ahead.
The small figure shone with immense, sacred light, like a Celestial God descending, as if intending to cut away all darkness from the world.
The demon that had just emerged disintegrated.
With another slash, golden light blossomed, striking the azure Big Bell. With a thunderous roar, the mighty Sword Intent sent the bell flying.
The King of Pingyang’s pupils shrank suddenly in disbelief.
Is this Divine Sense?
How could the power condensed from Divine Sense possibly shake a demon, or an Imperial Path Divine Weapon?
At this moment, tumultuous waves surged in his heart.
The third sword quickly descended.
The King of Pingyang regained his senses and swiftly made a move.
But under the golden sword light, its fearsome pressure combined with Power Path and Sword Intent made it seem less like a small figure formed by Divine Sense and more like a genuine Imperial Path expert taking action.
His attack, just launched, was instantly shattered. His pupils contracted again as he watched in horror while the sword light slashed towards him.
His body was sent flying violently, a large amount of blood spraying through the air.
He... had been severely wounded by a young man.
The twenty-odd Divine King experts also froze for a moment.
Zhou Huaian gasped, "Holy shit..."
"You!" The King of Pingyang spat out another mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale, staring intensely at Chen Pingping. "How could your Divine Sense possibly...?"
"That’s not Divine Sense, but a type of cultivation method."
"Aren’t you a Sword Cultivator?"
"Yes and no," Chen Pingping replied as he walked over, his robes fluttering, his tone very calm.
Of course, he was a Sword Cultivator, but he was also a Divine Power Holder and a Body Cultivation practitioner.
The golden figure he had just manifested was one of the emanations from the One Qi Turns into Three Clarities—the Transcendent Self—possessing supreme, sacred power capable of banishing all darkness.
It was the perfect weapon against Demon Cultivators.
Chen Pingping clenched his fist and smashed downwards. His movements were wide and grand, the majestic Power Path filling the space between heaven and earth. From a distance, he looked like a war god, his killing intent firmly set.
Just then, a Divine King reacted and shouted, "Protect the King!"
Many Divine Kings also recovered their senses and quickly launched their attacks, slashing towards Chen Pingping.
But under the crushing might of Chen Pingping’s Six Tao Reincarnation Fist—formidable, tyrannical, and unparalleled—no other cultivation method was allowed to interfere.
Their attacks were all repelled, unable to breach the battlefield enveloped by the Reincarnation Fist.
They could only watch helplessly as the fist descended, smashing into the King of Pingyang’s body. Blood and flesh splattered, bones shattered, and his Dantian collapsed with a thunderous roar.
This single punch extinguished the King of Pingyang’s life and shattered his mighty Divine Soul.
The King of Pingyang choked.
Everyone was stunned.
Only Chen Pingping casually withdrew his fist, wiped the fresh blood from his hands, and then looked at the gasping King of Pingyang, asking, "Do you have any last words?"
"Who are you?" the King of Pingyang asked weakly.
"A nameless junior cultivator from a distant land," Chen Pingping answered.
The King of Pingyang suddenly cursed, "To hell with your ’junior cultivator’! I am a mighty Eighth Heaven Divine King! I even revived an Imperial Divine Weapon and laid down a powerful array! How did you break through so easily?"
He couldn’t understand.
"I also know arrays," Chen Pingping said.
This excuse... it’s infuriatingly effective.
One moment it’s swords, the next it’s spiritual techniques, then he’s throwing punches, and now he tells me he knows arrays too?
Are you some kind of monster?
The King of Pingyang spat out a mouthful of blood. "Can you perform Alchemy?"
Chen Pingping shook his head. "No!"
He then asked, "Then can you perform Artifact Refining?"
Chen Pingping still shook his head. "I don’t know that either!"
"Great." The King of Pingyang finally felt a bit less crushed. If he knew everything, wouldn’t that be too terrifying?
The King of Pingyang then said, "One last request. Can you let them leave here alive? Look... throughout this assassination attempt, they never once made a move. It’s as if they weren’t involved at all. They are innocent."
Chen Pingping raised his head, glanced over, but remained silent.
Not taking action doesn’t mean they weren’t involved.
Together, they deployed an array, sealing off this small mountain pass. If I couldn’t break through, Princess Zi Ji would have perished here.
Then they would obliterate all traces.
The King of Pingyang suddenly burst into a rage. "You know nothing, and yet you still dare to stop me?" he accused, trembling, looking as if he might leap up and try to kill Chen Pingping at any moment.
In reality, however, the Vitality Power within him was rapidly fading. Before long, he would fall into an eternal slumber here.
But he couldn’t accept it.
Chen Pingping remained silent.
"You don’t know, I..." The King of Pingyang seemed to want to continue, but the injuries inside his body were too severe, and he was powerless to speak.
His breathing grew labored, his gaze unfocused. In his daze, he seemed to glimpse another world.
Finally, his life force was extinguished, and he departed, seemingly drawn away with that other world.
"Attack together! Avenge the King!" a Divine King shouted, unable to contain his fury.
If the King of Pingyang were still alive to hear this, he’d probably explode with rage. Even someone as mighty as him couldn’t faze Chen Pingping; even the Imperial Divine Weapon was suppressed. What could a bunch of brats like them even do? Why weren’t they running?
Facing their assault, Chen Pingping remained unfazed. He unleashed a Sword Slash. "This sword is named ’Grass and Trees’."
Zhou Huaian held his breath, his gaze fixed on Chen Pingping. He witnessed the most powerful sword slash of his entire life—one that slew more than twenty Divine King Realm experts.
On this night, he was utterly beyond words to describe the shock that gripped his heart.