"Hidden sword in the sleeve, needles fly beneath the sword."
Chen Ping’s gaze was icy cold. Activating the Seven Stars Step, he stepped on Jade Balance and moved to rak, his Inner Qi in motion, escaping the coverage of the needle beams with one step.
Only then did he realize that this old fool was truly a bit tricky.
The other party had far too many bezoars on him.
One could never know what he might pull out next.
The most troubling thing was that the sword was pitch black; who knew if it was poisoned? But the needles, with their blue gleam, were visibly not legitimate goods.
As a gentle breeze passed by, a nauseatingly sweet scent spread...
He wouldn’t believe it even if beaten to death that it wasn’t coated with so deadly poison.
"Then try this move of mine."
As Chen Ping retracted the seven illusions he conjured, he was already beside a large camphor tree that required two people to wrap their arms around.
He turned around and half-squatted, softly shouted, then hugged the camphor tree with his arms, muscles on his arms bulging one by one...
Crackle...
The ground shook.
The camphor tree uprooted, with dirt rolling down like rain.
The tree was towering, yet in Chen Ping’s hands, it felt as light as an ordinary stick.
He raised it above his head, spun it casually... the strong winds whirled violently, and pedestrians frantically avoided the area.
Chang Sansi’s face turned white upon seeing this.
He had rely played an unexpected move with his hidden sword in the sleeve and needles beneath it.
In fact, upon seeing that employing all his skills only temporarily pushed his opponent back, he no longer had any intention to fight.
He didn’t even have a chance to consider escaping when the horrific scene unfolded before him.
This tree must weigh one to two thousand pounds at least, if not more.
Uprooting it forcefully and then using it like a club to strike soone?
This was cheating!
Chang Sansi turned around to flee without even bothering to alert his subordinates.
At this mont, he hated his parents for not giving him two more legs.
Boom...
Dark clouds enveloped the sky; Chang Sansi felt the sky had darkened.
He roared furiously, unsure even of which direction to dodge.
The fierce wind pounced from above...
He only had ti to cross his hands and raise them, exerting all his strength to hold up.
At that mont, his gums bled from clenching his teeth hard, his temples bulged high, blood vessels stood out all over his body, hardly looking human.
"Puff..."
The large tree fell, breaking into countless sections.
anwhile, Chang Sansi’s arms had turned to mush the mont the tree head fell, his body flattened into a patty, no longer resembling a human...
"What a fine sword!"
Chen Ping walked forward and shook his head.
Was it necessary?
Why couldn’t we just mind our own business?
Jianghu isn’t just about fighting; it’s about relations.
If it weren’t for this old fool’s sinister intentions, constantly causing trouble, it wouldn’t have led to this fate.
He couldn’t even leave a whole corpse, just a lump of at paste.
Chen Ping glanced at the red, white, and black ss, gagged a few tis, unable to bear the sight.
He picked up the black short sword Chang Sansi had dropped, feeling its slight weight, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he gently sliced a large chunk off the broken tree.
He couldn’t help but admire it.
Indeed it was a fine sword, as long as a forearm, able to be hidden in a sleeve, both sharp and sturdy, far superior to the usual iron long swords seen; what material it was forged from was unknown.
"The sword body is pitch black with no sheen, capable of hiding like a venomous snake; let’s call it [Cyan Snake]."
"A bold Cyan Snake in the sleeve..."
Chen Ping didn’t know what the sword was previously called.
Nor was there anyone to ask.
He deed that the quality of this item was exceptional, not an ordinary commodity, worthy of a na.
Having picked up the Cyan Snake Short Sword, there was nothing left on Chang Sansi worth looking at.
Chen Ping also lost interest in the lump of at paste for any treasures.
He glanced back at the currently startled pedestrians and the disciples of the Cyan Hall, shook his head with a smile, dragged his left leg, reversed his grip on the short sword, and walked slowly towards the end of the street.
With such a commotion, seventeen or eighteen dead, even the blind and deaf would know what went down.
In the next mont, maybe the top brass of the Seven-Colored Hall or the constables from Xingqing Prefecture would arrive.
However, Chen Ping no longer cared.
Upon reaching an inconspicuous spot, he saw Hua Lian’er and the others with mouths agape, staring at him in a daze.
In their eyes, there was shock, admiration... even a hint of fear in the eyes of the Little Table and Little Stool brothers.
Too vicious.
They had seen killings before.
But never soone uprooting a tree to bash a person into at paste.
Such a thing, they hadn’t even heard of before.
Strength aside, leaving aside cultivation level, the point was no one had ever fought like this before.
"What? Don’t recognize ?"
Chen Ping was a bit at a loss.
"Why are you standing there blankly? Hurry up and run. Head to the northern city before nightfall. If you’re any slower, it’ll be too late."
Silly lads really think we’re invincible, huh.
Even just within Xingqing Prefecture, there’s plenty we can’t handle.
Even within the Seven-Colored Hall, Dong Jinzhong and Zhuang Hongyi weren’t easy to deal with, not to ntion they still had many subordinates.
Even ants can pile up to crush an elephant; if the Seven-Colored Hall truly rallied fully, the strength of a large organization isn’t sothing he could presently withstand.
"Oh, let’s go, quickly."
Hua Lian’er snapped back to reality, sweetly smiled, and said, "Seventh Brother, you were truly awe-inspiring earlier."
"Really? I thought so too."
Chen Ping chuckled.
"Next ti, can you take off your blue robe before fighting? I’ve patched it twice for you already."
"Uh..."
Chen Ping looked down at his clothes to find a fist-sized hole at the chest, the shoulder line already loosened, and several large tears opened. At this point, it sagged on his body, no longer wearable.
"No need to nd it, buy new ones; we have the money... right?"
Chen Ping awkwardly grinned, having been exhilarated in the fight, neglecting much... this Qi Blood Martial Arts was like this, muscles stretching, bones pulling, body swelling.
This clothing was like paper, tearing with any slight movent.
Hua Lian’er rolled her eyes, pinched his waist hard, and happily dropped the topic, only thinking: "Seventh Brother’s appetite grows larger, with cultivation advancing rapidly.
Qi Blood Powder and Peiyuan Pill still need to be bought, the silver from Sister Xinyi may not last long; is it ti to open a Martial Hall?"
...
"Unmatched divine power, comparable to ancient overlords, also has an innate keen sense of battle situations. If placed on the battlefield, he’d be worth thousands of troops, such a pity."
After inspecting the scene traces.
Then catching a few disciples of Cyan Hall Incense Hall to ask, Zhuo Yunfei was thoroughly dumbfounded.
"Are you sure you’re not making this up? That this is a little beggar who sings operas? That he rallied a few mates and sang [Shuidiao Ge Tou] on Qilin Street?"
"It’s him, the small ones don’t know why Vice Incense Master Chang wanted him dead, only knowing that those singing could earn well, even extending business to Jadeite Pavilion. Whether this is true or false, ask and you’ll know."
The Cyan Hall disciple looked like he’d lost his parents, miserably cried: "Who’d have thought he was such a vicious character, not fleeing but retaliating instead, and killing Incense Master Chang in a counterattack."
"This wasn’t just killing; it was bulldozing to death. From start to finish, never saw Chang Sansi have any decent counterattack. Before him, all techniques turned to paltry tricks unfit for public eye."
"Yet, although brave, a bit reckless."
Looking not far ahead, at Dong Jinzhong and the others roaring in rage, Zhuo Yunfei’s eyes flickered with so inexplicable thought.
’With such a catfish, causing chaos within the Seven-Colored Hall, it might be an opportunity.’
’Xingqing Prefecture can no longer withstand so much turmoil; so tumors need to be carved out.’
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