Chen Ping's Sword

If it weren’t for the Hidden Dragon List being incompetent, writing indiscriminately, the progress of this sixteen-year-old boy would astonish the world.

No matter the situation, Blood Monkey Yuan Cultivator cannot tolerate it in his heart.

He realized that his anger, his determination to kill, all stemmed from an inexplicable jealousy deep inside.

’He’s so young, yet he’s cultivated to this extent. If I miss the chance to kill him today, won’t I lose the courage to face him next time?’

’My master once said that I am an unparalleled genius, able to glimpse supreme secrets through Ape Technique and gain insight into the mysteries of the heavens, to challenge the Celestial Pass...

With such talent and innate ability, at twenty-three, I am being surpassed by a sixteen-year-old. It’s truly outrageous.’

From jealousy came anger, from anger came hatred.

Blood Monkey Yuan Cultivator’s rod techniques became fiercer, his Qi Mechanism stronger, feeling that his breakthrough of the Five Extraordinary Meridians was imminent.

He felt no fear or surprise in his heart; with one rod strike, the whole sky seemed to collapse.

Like an enraged golden monkey, storming into Lingxiao with terrifying might.

"At this moment."

Chen Ping’s eyebrows drooped; he didn’t even look at the astonishing strike coming down from above, nor did he gather strength to resist as before...

Instead, his form flickered, creating dozens of phantoms, diving into a nearby deep cave like a spirit butterfly dancing.

It is said not to retrace one’s steps.

However, facing the pursuit and encirclement of Beizhou Barbarians, after over twenty engagements, retreating on contact, Chen Ping had actually retraced his steps a few times in this mountainous area.

This cave, he had entered once, knowing the other side led to a mountain stream, and the opponent would certainly deploy a heavy guard, yet he still dived in.

Because, apart from the Sword Elder being difficult to balance while following him, the remaining formidable Jade Spirit Snake Princess had already sustained serious injuries and could not participate in the assault...

Even if the leading young noble made a move, he could not thoroughly trap him in a short time.

The Yan Hui Butterfly Dance’s body technique now showed its unparalleled value.

Just entering the cave, Blood Monkey Yuan Cultivator felt a thrill in his heart.

In his heart arose boundless confidence.

The opponent was finally afraid, no longer daring to take his rod head-on.

Without thinking, under the guidance of the Qi Mechanism, he whirled and dashed into the cave.

Behind him, the Sword Elder hadn’t had time to warn him, seeing Yuan Cultivator almost leave his protective range, furrowed his brows slightly and had to follow in pursuit.

Taking a step into the cave, the Sword Elder’s old face shivered vehemently like orange peel.

He discovered that the Qi Mechanism he had been locking onto had suddenly become faint and indistinct, unable to determine direction or specific location.

Blood Monkey continued to rush madly forward, the tip of the Golden Rod trailing a wisp of blood flame like smoke, unstoppable as it shattered stone and rock along the way.

"Damn, I’ve been tricked."

The Sword Elder’s eyes sharpened, the Rusted Sword on his back buzzed out of its sheath, his form reversed from a forward dash to a backward burst, astonishingly fast, rushing back out of the cave.

He then saw a misty illusion, like smoke, had already appeared more than thirty feet away.

And even further away, more than thirty feet, a large bird entirely silver-white with black spots, its eyes showing astonishment...

Its jade claws stretched straight, wings pointed skyward, and with a sharp cry, it intended to ride the wind into the clouds.

"Divine Eagle..."

Those who saw this scene from near or far roared in their hearts.

At this moment, roles reversed; the prey instantly became the hunter...

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Continuing to fight desperately.

Continuing to ask for monthly votes...