Chen Ping's Sword

Dong Jinzhong caught sight, amidst the flashing illusions, the disciples were being slaughtered relentlessly...

In that instant, it wasn’t the tragic death of the Incense Hall disciples that he lamented.

Instead, he let his Qi surge through his body, the eleven meridians suddenly expanded and contracted, and a torrent of Inner Qi swept through "Chigu, Yingzui," connected to "Yanggu, Shaoze," transforming into a molten gold blaze, with a swoosh, it spun rapidly around him and struck out.

After years of combat in the Jianghu, even though Dong Jinzhong was not considered a first-tier expert, among the second-tier, he was indeed a standout.

A set of Mysterious Golden Melting Flame Palm techniques, not considered to have a high limit, was wielded by him with exquisite precision.

Whenever he sensed a hint of danger.

He immediately made adjustments accordingly.

He couldn’t even determine where the enemy was, yet he was already guarding himself with a calm mind.

"Your reactions are indeed quick, with extremely meticulous thinking, no wonder even Chang Sansi was suppressed by you for years. Truly deserving of your reputation, Molten Gold Iron Palm Dong Jinzhong, but I wonder, who will you be loyal to today?"

With a roar, Dong Jinzhong’s palm wind penetrated three feet forward, turning the surroundings aflame red, scorching even the air.

Suddenly, he heard a mocking voice.

Upon glancing through the distorted air ripples, at what was initially an empty space three meters ahead, stood a suave youth with squinting eyes.

The youth wore a short shirt, with blue cloth pieces wrapped around his shoulders and waist, while carrying on his back a stunning young girl with bright eyes and delicate teeth, a moon-like mark on her brow, who was staring curiously, and somewhat... sympathetically, at him.

As if, he was merely performing a monkey show.

"No, how could it be sympathy? We haven’t fought, I haven’t lost."

For some reason, a surge of fury arose in Dong Jinzhong’s heart, making him particularly unwilling to let the girl lying on the opposite youth belittle him.

With a twist of his palms, he shouted, "Brother Tan, hard target, let’s join forces."

As soon as the call escaped, Dong Jinzhong leaped up like a tiger pouncing or a wolf lunging, his beard bristling as he unleashed a fiery red light screen from his palms... immense humiliation and fear assaulted his soul, in that moment, he exerted all his strength.

"Ha..."

He saw, the youth on the opposite side bore an indifferent expression, not employing that bewilderingly elusive Body Technique, but instead remained standing in place, merely gesturing slightly, and equally pushed forward a palm.

With this palm thrust out, the exposed skin of the opponent showed countless dense black lines, with the palm’s center likewise glowing an eye-piercing red.

Before Dong Jinzhong’s palms descended, he felt his lips burning, his insides ablaze...

The flames of Inner Force on his body, almost instantly, as if encountering a beloved dearest person, surged tenfold, even exceeding tenfold, with a sacred aura.

Boom...

The golden-red palm arrived in front.

Dong Jinzhong felt his palms as if they were illusions, unable to provide any obstruction.

Upon slight contact, they shattered into crushed mud.

A wave of heat, immeasurably hotter and grander than his cultivated Inner Qi, rolled back over.

Swoosh...

The wind swept by.

Desperately powerless, Dong Jinzhong looked down at his body engulfed in torch-like flames, feeling his organs simultaneously turning to ashes, consciousness sinking into darkness.

Lastly, he didn’t even notice that Tan Sihai, responsible for coordination beside him, had failed to employ the "Eighteen Techniques of Water-Splitting and Wave-Breaking" Spear Technique.

That person was not present at all.

In fact, "Righteousness Reaches the Heavens" Tan Sihai was indeed not by his side.

Long before Chen Ping used the Seven Stars Step Mastery Realm’s footwork, flickering and killing or scattering over a hundred gang members, Tan Sihai had already regretted.

This time, it wasn’t about regretting not pursuing.

But regretting why he got involved in such an affair.

Changhe Gang wielded immense power, and Yuanfeng Pier was considerably affluent. Living here as a Sub-Squad Leader felt like being an emperor.

What on earth made him join forces with the Seven-Colored Hall to tackle a rising Jianghu star?

No grievance, no enmity, meddling in this truly brought trouble.

Upon seeing the adversary’s footwork that was utterly inscrutable, he knew this was beyond his group’s ability to handle.

At the scene, he made a swift escape...

While fleeing, he didn’t even inform the gang members below or his mutual support, Dong Jinzhong.

When Dong Jinzhong was shattered into scorched ashes by a palm, Tan Sihai had already leaped ten meters away, spear in hand, several jumps, Inner Qi circulating, attempting to leap across contiguous buildings, to the street opposite...

He never intended to test whether he could withstand the opponent’s strike.

A great man stands not under a dangerous wall, as they say.

"It’s useless."

A cold voice, transmitted from afar.

Tan Sihai reflexively swung his spear, Qi Force surged before him, like wave after wave.

Buzz...

The sound of bowstrings was belatedly heard.

The spear in Tan Sihai’s hand had already cracked open like a scorching iron rod.

Both his hands were blackened, heart racing, mind dizzy.

Shot by an arrow, he was knocked back flying, seeing stars.

All at once, only feeling incredibly nauseous.

’Such a heavy arrow, such a poisonous fire...’

Tan Sihai was struck by a single arrow, rendering his body uncontrollable.

He couldn’t comprehend why the opponent possessed such formidable archery skills, nor why there were no rumors.

He only knew that one more arrow, and he might never see tomorrow’s sun, nor the five concubines in the lavish residence.

"Stop... Brother Tian, I was forced by Dong Jinzhong, there’s a great secret, you must know..."