Chen Ping's Sword

"Seven-Colored Hall..."

Cyan flashed coldly in Chen Ping’s eyes.

’Although I cannot save you, I will definitely uproot the Seven-Colored Hall to console your soul below.’

He walked toward Zhuang Hongyi, who was still wailing incessantly. The reason why he had spared her life earlier was certainly not out of mercy.

For a force like Zhuang Hongyi’s, which specializes in abducting and trafficking women, killing a hundred times wouldn’t be excessive.

He just wanted to know.

Who exactly is the mastermind behind this?

What are their intentions?

After being trained, where are these people being transported outside the city?

This black hand has never been severed.

Perhaps many more such tragic events will occur in the future.

Having seen this, he couldn’t just stand by.

"Hold on."

A round and plump man blocked his path.

This person was precisely the one known as the head of Xingqing Prefecture’s three Chief Constables, and is skilled in the Earth-Slaying Saber—Chief Constable Tao Fang.

"Rolling Dragon Tao Fang, do you want to catch me?"

Chen Ping placed his hand on his sword hilt, eyes slightly narrowed.

He had heard from the Cyan Hall disciples that on the day Gao Yue of Changkong Martial Arts Hall and others questioned Cyan Hall, while obstructing Chang Sansi, this person rolled away after just one exchange.

He really rolled.

Chen Ping suspected he hadn’t tried his best.

This person has survived through three prefects and is still living well; his character is truly too slippery.

As a result, Chen Ping couldn’t quite grasp his true intentions.

Tao Fang squeezed out a smile.

"Brother Tian has heroic gallantry, rescuing dozens of defenseless young girls. What great merit; why would I stop you?

However, Zhuang Hongyi’s wickedness is absolute. Learning about her malicious deeds, the Lord Prefect had commanded that she must be interrogated severely to reveal the mastermind behind..."

"Coincidentally, I also want to know who the mastermind is. Why not let Chief Constable Tao conduct the interrogation."

Chen Ping’s eyes shifted.

He only wanted to know who was so venomous; he didn’t care who extracted the information.

"Let me do it."

Beside him, a young Chief Constable, squatting on the ground to apply ointment to the injured little girls, stood up.

This person had a powdered face, feminine features, and his fingers gripped the sword hilt tightly, emitting creaking sounds.

His heart was evidently not calm.

He was suppressing intense anger...

Seeing this person’s appearance, Chen Ping also knew that the man was Zhuo Yunfei, one of the Seven of the Primordial, who was training down the mountain from the Primordial Sect, now the Chief Constable Zhuo.

On the day they went to Cyan Hall, this Chief Constable truly wanted to capture Chang Sansi with genuine skill and weaponry. However, unexpectedly, Chang Sansi escaped wounded.

Earlier, when Chen Ping emerged from the fire, calling on the constables to rescue people, this was the first person to respond, calling on the constables to fetch water from the well and gather ointment to treat burns on site.

No matter his stance, at least his character was fairly decent.

"Alright."

Chen Ping nodded.

"But this person is Tian Qi, the one who killed Chief Constable, killed Jiang Teng, Zhang Ruoxue—the sea robber. Aren’t we going to arrest him, Chief Constables?"

Beside him, a young, tall, and strong constable suddenly spoke, pointing at Chen Ping.

A flush crossed his face, thinking of the great achievement ahead, even his breathing became rapid.

"You’ve mistaken the person."

Zhuo Yunfei looked back, staring as if at a fool.

The constable drew his knife and shook his head, loudly saying, "How could I mistake the person? Didn’t Chief Constable Tao recognize him as well? Both Chief Constables are here; catching him would be as easy as turning over a hand. The Prefect and Lord Deputy Magistrate knowing this would certainly greatly commend it."

Upon hearing this, Tao Fang’s face changed.

Zhuo Yunfei’s gaze flickered, and the long sword in his hand abruptly unsheathed like cold lightning; with a whish, it pierced through the young, strong constable’s throat...seeing the disbelief in the man’s dying eyes fade to dimness, he sighed:

"I told you you’re mistaken, but you insisted on catching the thief. Now it’s worse; your skills were insufficient, and you died at the thief’s hand."

He lifted his head.

Before him, a few other constables, itching to move, were all frightened pale, their bodies trembling lightly.

"Yes, Li Dazhuang has poor eyesight and poor skills. Though clearly incompetent, he still wants to compete for merit."

"Zhuang Hongyi was extremely fierce, starting a massacre in desperation, Li Dazhuang was killed on the spot. We feel deep regret."

"Indeed, the Lord Prefect surely won’t be stingy with condolences. He’ll certainly grant Brother Li posthumous honor."

Rolling Dragon Tao Fang’s facial fat flickered violently. He nodded with a smile: "Precisely."

All the chief constables and constables shared the same understanding.

They again looked at Zhuang Hongyi.

Chen Ping suddenly felt a chill in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Be careful."

The long sword in his hand unsheathed.

In an instant, he thrust six swords.

Blocking the torrential rain of long arrows shooting in front.

Behind him was a large group of pitiful girls.

Unable to evade.

Shot by the rain of arrows, they dared not move, only blocking the arrows on the spot...

Beside him, Zhuo Yunfei reacted simultaneously.

The long sword from his back drew an arc of cold moonlight, firmly protecting the constables behind him.

Tao Fang crossed his twin sabers, rolling himself behind a broken wall.

Whish, whish, whish...

Arrows like a dense torrent, shooting over the sky.

The most bizarre part was, amidst those ordinary feather arrows, occasionally there were heavy arrows, fast and vicious.

When receiving arrows, Chen Ping felt intense wrist shock, the sword edge trembled with a buzz.

A tall, strong, bald figure was standing on the high courtyard wall at a distance, unknown when.

Hand gestures like illusions, drawing arrows from his back like a continuous stream, unending.

"Wind-Chasing Divine Arrow Yuchi Yu."

Arrow rain ceased, the figure on the wall vanished.

Zhuo Yunfei sheathed his sword, coldly looking at the fallen Zhuang Hongyi, throat pierced by arrows, already silent, squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth.

The expression was extremely heavy.

Chen Ping didn’t pursue either.

He saw that person put away his bow and arrows, body jumping to the skies like a great eagle; he realized he couldn’t catch up at all.

Even if he chased closely from behind, it would be nothing but being a rake, letting the other freely exhibit divine shooting skills.

A little carelessness, forcing out the other’s ultimate skill, might even bring a small misfortune.

"What’s this person’s background?" Chen Ping felt a slight sense of defeat emerge within him.

Just about to extract from Zhuang Hongyi the mastermind behind, unexpectedly, someone rushed to kill and silence instantly.

And it was a grandmaster.

For the first time, Chen Ping wondered if prioritizing swordsmanship over improving the "Seven Stars Step" was a prudent decision.

Body technique not fast, lightweight skill not strong.

Even with supreme skills, invincible in direct combat, if unable to catch the enemy, one can only blunder.

Watching enemies leap before oneself yet unable to respond...

This feeling was very unpleasant.

"He’s Tuoyun Peak Yingti Stream’s head... years ago, this mountain bandit force was flattened by Jinghai Guard. Didn’t expect Yuchi Yu hadn’t died."

His archery was said to originate from remnants of ancient archery, self-taught, quick and fierce. Once blocked 500 elite cavalry with a single bow. Hindering pursuit, deterring the official army."

Zhuo Yunfei’s face didn’t look good.

He knew that although the Seven-Colored Hall had significant force, those taking action were primarily Cyan Hall and Chizi Hall.

Several other halls remained hidden in the dark, and the heads are unknown.

Especially the Law Enforcement Hall, many tribute experts within, usually assume an alternate identity until tasks arise, making investigations impossible.

This time, leveraging the momentum of Chen Ping’s fight against the Seven-Colored Hall, he saw an opportunity to extract the mastermind.

Yet unexpectedly, it halted abruptly right after it began.

The trail vanished.