"Got you, little mouse."
With a loud shout, Chen Ping’s body swelled as if inflating.
His muscles knotted and bulged as he grabbed the wrist, twisting, pulling, and tearing.
Crack...
The Straw Hat Man’s entire right arm was torn apart from the shoulder and neck.
With the force of the tear, Chen Ping dove forward, hamring with his shoulder, his right foot bent like a bow and left like an arrow, crashing with a dull thud into the Straw Hat Man’s waist.
Having been stabbed at with a sword to the eyebrows and chest, he was forced to hide in a cave like a rat, not daring to show himself, boiling with pent-up anger.
Clearly full of strength, yet unable to use it.
The opponent’s sword technique was exceptionally fast, even the shadow was unclear, and their body technique was swift, making it hard to escape.
At this mont, having caught an opportunity, he unleashed a flurry of attacks.
Fearing the opponent might not die.
The Straw Hat Man, injured below the waist and his arm ripped, couldn’t escape... his waist and abdon took a hit, breaking three or four ribs, his inner qi was turbulent, and his vision blackened.
A single misstep, a failure of the entire plan, that’s what happened to him.
The massive threat of death lood overhead, and as his body flew backward, he saw the tall, mighty black-faced figure charging like a gale.
With a bite to his tongue, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Escape!"
After knocking the opponent away, Chen Ping didn’t relax a bit, his feet seed to tread through mud, taking two steps to catch up to the Straw Hat Man.
Just as he was about to punch, a cloud of blood mist rose before his eyes.
The entire body of the Straw Hat Man turned illusory.
The howling punch broke through the blood mist, and he saw a figure already on the treetops, without lingering, flickering and soaring in the moonlight, fleeing into the distance at an indescribable speed.
"Impressive."
Chen Ping looked up, with no thought of pursuing.
Unable to control his heart, a sense of disappointnt rose.
After exhausting his mind, strategizing, and launching a surprise attack with his maximum combat power...
In the end, did he still let the opponent escape?
There are simply too many unusual skills in Jianghu.
Just as the sense of loss appeared, the forest suddenly buzzed, leaves fell, and the ground trembled.
A thunderous shout sounded in the distance, "Daring to harm my daughter, how bold you are."
A silvery ripple appeared, rolling forward.
Touched by the silver ripple, trees and hills exploded into rubble with a loud boom, razed to the ground.
"[The Uncontested] Han Wushang."
The sharp and desolate voice of the Straw Hat Man just erged...
The blood-colored figure was hit by the silver light, exploding into a mist of blood.
Rain scattered, not even large bones could be found.
"What the hell."
Is this really the Martial Hall Master?
Chen Ping already knew who had arrived.
He originally thought soone who trained the body, following the Qi Blood Martial Arts path, no matter how strong, would still be within the realm of fist and kick battles that he could understand.
But the scene before him was sowhat shocking, even more so than the day he witnessed the Nine Heavens Zither in action.
Frankly, during that battle on the great river, the Brocade Guard retreated in defeat, Fairy Fubo’s thods were unfathomable; profound, yes, but he couldn’t grasp any part of it.
How they struck, how they were hit? It was all a blur of confusion.
But this was different.
When Han Wushang punched, the imposing montum made the forest tremble.
One punch, the power to crush mountains, no longer a taphor, but real.
It could shatter bones into fragnts, blood mist scattering everywhere.
Imagine how terrifying his punching power must be.
’Completely safe now.’
Chen Ping let out a long sigh of relief, blood qi calming down, feeling the two freshly healed sword wounds on his shoulder were torn open again, bursting out a large spray of fresh blood.
Staining his upper body red.
Just exerted too much force, didn’t notice for a mont.
Plus, the forced enhancent, the depletion of essence and fatigue, left him feeling utterly exhausted and empty-hearted.
He’d need so serious recuperation afterward.
Unfortunately, that Straw Hat Man turned to blood mist; if he had anything good, it’s gone now.
Just as he thought this, he noticed the glimring silver figure already speeding to his side, embracing him tightly.
With a tearful voice, "Xiaoru, Xiaoru, are you okay, your father is late..."
Chen Ping was completely unguarded, stunned in shock for a mont.
Han Xiaoru was also dumbfounded, coughing wildly to the side, perhaps choking on her own saliva.
"Dad, here, here, I’m here..."
She blushed, bent over, waving her arms.
"Ah..."
Han Wushang leaped back.
The enormous two-ter-tall figure looked like a giant gorilla.
He rubbed his eyes, looked left and right, his face turning a little dark.
No.
This person...
Is a man, right?
Why is he wearing won’s clothes?
This is outrageous.
Han Wushang felt confused, but it wasn’t a good ti to ask, really worrying him.
He turned his head and took a closer look at Han Xiaoru, imdiately gasping, his eyes turning red.
"Daughter, you’ve worried to death. If you want to see the Lantern Festival, don’t sneak out, at least ask soone to accompany you.
After the Lantern Festival ended, we couldn’t find you, your mother was worried sick and cried. It was only later that a kind old man ntioned this matter, that we found out you had already..."
"Sigh..."
Han Wushang fiercely tugged his bald head, his face full of fear.
He wanted to scold angrily, but seeing his daughter’s injuries, his face twisted in pain. How could he bear to scold her?
"Dad, it’s not a big deal, just a few minor injuries. I’ll be fine after a nap. Earlier, thanks to..."
Han Xiaoru forced a smile, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Being deceived by a little girl in the Flower Market was indeed embarrassing.
She quickly changed the subject, "Junior Brother, what’s your na again?"
Han Wushang’s face darkened further.
He clutched his heart, fearing he might faint from anger.
You taught him the Primordial Technique and still call him Junior Brother, even swapped clothes.
Yet you still don’t know his na.
My silly daughter, can’t you be a little less silly?
"Call Chen Ping, Chen with an ear and Ping of peaceful world."
Chen Ping said with a smile.
He curiously glanced at Han Wushang, whose na he had actually heard before.
It was the Hall Master of Xingqing Prefecture’s Primordial Martial Arts Hall.
Back in Changkong Martial Arts Hall when recalling disciple Jiang Teng’s past, he learned that Gao Yue had dispatched his adopted son, intending to join the Primordial Martial Arts Hall to seek the Primordial Golden Body Technique.
From Gao Yue’s tone at the ti, it seed he favored recruiting talents with extraordinary Qi Blood Cultivation, wanting to take them under his wing upon seeing them.
But now, what’s the situation?
How’s it all disdain when he looks at ?
Looking at the clothes he was wearing, Chen Ping sowhat understood the reason, and couldn’t help but feel amused.
Sotis, what you see isn’t always the truth.
"Dad, it was really thanks to Junior Brother Chen this ti, he saved first, then fought fiercely many tis, finally defeating that [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword], otherwise, I wouldn’t have lasted until you arrived.
Think about taking him as a disciple quickly, I’m telling you, Junior Brother Chen is incredibly talented, a genius in Qi Blood Cultivation..."
"Stop."
Han Wushang quickly interrupted her.
"Daughter, let’s talk about this later. Let take you back to find your mother first, the injuries can’t be delayed."
With these words, he grabbed Han Xiaoru like a straw, ready to leave, still muttering under his breath: "That kid’s face is blue, lips pale, eye circles dark, definitely not a good person. Stop talking about taking him as a disciple."
"Dad..."
Han Xiaoru was not happy, stopping her steps and refusing to go.
Seeing the pleading look on Han Wushang’s face, her heart softened, frowning in thought, she compromised, "He saved twice, gotta at least say goodbye, dad, do you have any Essence Replenishing Pills left? Give one."
"Only three left, your mom worked hard to make them, hoping you’d use them at critical tis, I’ll give you one." Han Wushang looked at Chen Ping with a pained expression, knowing what his daughter ant by asking for pills.
"Stingy."
Han Xiaoru rolled her eyes, speechless at her dad.
She snatched the small bottle, held it in hand, turned and walked to Chen Ping, as she passed the bottle, she quietly took out a jade pendant from her bosom, whispering, "Rember to co to the Martial Hall to be apprenticed."
She couldn’t forget the scene of him practicing the Primordial Technique, it was a perfect fit, it’d be a sha not to practice it.
What’s more regrettable is, the practice of this technique involves many tricks, even she wasn’t clear, especially the later Silver Body Realm and Golden Body Technique, she hadn’t even heard how to practice it.
There’s no way to teach even if wanted.
"Didn’t you say you don’t want to take as a disciple?"
Chen Ping wondered.
"Just go anyway, rember to bring the jade pendant when the ti cos."
Han Xiaoru winked mischievously, smiling slyly.
As the father and daughter left, Chen Ping still heard Han Wushang muttering: "Besides that [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword], who killed the Yin Jizong Demon Sect expert outside the forest that died?"
"Yin Jizong? Does it have the Soul Searching and Soul Catching Technique?"
"Yeah, those demon spawns have strange thods, this Sound Skill is extrely vicious, not everyone in Yin Jizong can learn it."
"I thought it was... Unexpected, dad, how did that Demon Sect expert die?"
"Seems like the neck was slit, but no trace of a second person was found on the scene, as if the weapon was an invisible object from beyond the heavens. Forget it... earlier, dad was chasing the commotion caused by that demon spawn, fortunately didn’t chase the wrong thing..."
The sound gradually faded away.
Chen Ping fell into contemplation, "An invisible blade, severing the throat midair, sounds sowhat familiar."
"Could it be her?"
There’s actually another formidable enemy lurking, this ti was really dangerous.
He thought for a mont, no longer overthinking, with his body being damaged heavily by the Tribulation and injuries, he needed to quickly take dicine to replenish Essence.
Can’t delay any further.
Otherwise, if the damage reaches the origin, it won’t be easy to repair.
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