Unsheathed

Ding Tong was gripping the railing of the ship tightly with his hands, and he had no idea how he had ended up here.

"Am I about to die?" he asked in a daze.

Chen Ping'an pulled out his folding fan, then tapped it over the length of the railing, stretching his arm out to as far as he could reach.

Ding Tong turned to look at the people on the second-floor observation deck. Wei Bai of the Iron Warship Residence, Celestial Maiden Qingqing of the Spring Dew Garden, the hideous old woman, and the official immortals who had previously accepted him as one of their own, even though he was a martial artist. At the moment, every single one of them was looking at him with cold expressions.

There were also some onlookers on the first floor. Someone flashed him a mocking grin, while someone else gave him a thumbs-up.

A look of despair appeared on Ding Tong's face as he looked down at the sea of clouds beneath his feet.

Chen Ping'an raised a hand, and a streak of golden sword light shot out through the window before rising up into the sky.

"Do you know why I haven't made a move on you all this time, even though you're the main perpetrator and I could crush you like an ant, yet I decided to kill that Vajra Body Tier martial artist when he could've easily remained uninvolved in all of this?" he asked with a smile.

"No," Ding Tong replied in a strained voice with a shake of his head.

Chen Ping'an cast his gaze into the distance as he explained, "A casual act of evil from a seventh tier martial artist will have a far more severe impact on the world around them than an act of evil committed by a fifth tier martial artist with all their might. In the eyes of the weak, you are all almighty deities who can decide the fates of others.

“That old man declared that there was no bad blood between the two of us, so he would be sure to spare my life, yet his first punch was already fully intended to be a killing blow. However, that was not unacceptable to me, so I allowed him a second punch, yet he insisted on cutting his own life short with his third punch. As for you, you have to thank that young man up there.

“If he hadn't stopped you from jumping down to challenge me, then you would've died in that old man's place. Objectively speaking, your actions are not punishable by death, not to mention Gao Cheng has intentionally left behind a bit of suspense to annoy me. I'll just treat your actions as the demented actions of a man who was influenced by certain mystical abilities, just as I had been some years ago.