Chen Ping's Sword

’However, to be able to command such a fierce beast in the mountains and also utilize such a chilling yin energy is somewhat unexpected... Just not sure about the power, can it battle that giant snake?’

With this thought, Han Xiaoru looked once more at the remarkable lynx, whose eyes seemed to shoot ghostly flames, and felt a certain closeness.

The Four Daoist Sects each have their own unique secret skills, generally not needed, but in certain special circumstances, they can play a huge role.

Sima Rou, since her childhood, had gone to the mountains to apprentice under a famed teacher. Being smart, she learned much more than Han Wushang.

Randomly taking something out would consist of unimaginable methods.

"A mere wild cat dares block the road, is it craving to feed my precious?"

A sticky and smooth feminine voice sounded, and the white snake suddenly raised its head, howling at the moon, faintly emitting a dragon’s roar.

Hundreds of venomous snakes that had halted immediately went into a frenzy when provoked by this sound.

"Hiss hiss," they cried, surging forward.

Wave upon wave, layer upon layer, they shot electrically toward the lynx.

This was using a sea of snakes tactic to exhaust the opponent, overwhelm, then poison them to death.

A classic venomous snake swarm attack.

Han Xiaoru thought to herself that if she were in this situation, even calling all her fellow disciples from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall would be like offering themselves on a platter.

The dense mass was truly discouraging.

Just watching it made her whole body go weak, goosebumps rising.

Yet the lynx, of unknown breed, had eyes gleaming with eerie green light, and strangely, a hint of mockery appeared.

Han Xiaoru didn’t know why she understood, but she did.

She also saw the lynx tilt its head and cry out; this sound was more than ten times louder than the previous infant wail, like a lion’s roar, like a tiger’s growl, piercingly loud, making the air thunderously ripple.

More impressive was that as its ferocious teeth were bared, a fan-shaped dark light pattern appeared in front of the lynx, sweeping past like the wind over water.

Countless writhing, nauseating venomous snakes, in that instant, seemed to be struck by a giant hammer; the overlapping serpent bodies, suddenly stopped, froze in place.

It was as if they had died.

’Taiyin Ghost-Slaying, indeed, this is the Taiyin Ghost-Slaying Technique...’

Han Xiaoru’s heart and spirit trembled.

She finally saw her mother use this Cultivation Technique.

However, she had heard her mother say that this Cultivation Technique harms both self and others, costly in use, and she didn’t know if her mother was injured.

Thinking of this, the yellow and white beast figure already pounced at the white snake, the two rolling, hissing, and engaging in a fight to the death.

In the midst of the leaping and crashing, Han Xiaoru couldn’t discern the trajectory of the yellow and white shadows’ comings and goings.

She only saw surrounding trees break and collapse with a roar.

The green leaves scattered in front of her, juice and soil spattered, akin to an earth-dragon turning over.

After a while.

A white light shot out, seemingly shortened; it screeched and shot back, crashing down several big trees along its path, distant thuds of a sticky feminine voice groaning.

It gradually faded away.

And in the empty space, the lynx had its hind body severed, head half broken...

Wobbling, it roared defiantly into the sky a few more times. Then collapsed, silent, and unmoving.

"Mother."

Han Xiaoru could no longer remember her mother’s previous instructions, tears burst from her eyes, she wailed aloud, rushing over.

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