"Still alive."
The two rushed forward.
Yuan Ping possessed great skill and courage, having practiced the Pure Land Sect’s Vajra Secret Technique. His figure was robust, and his defense was astonishing.
Walking through the forest, he had no fear at all.
In his view, the Hidden Dragon List was just about hidden dragons that hadn’t matured yet; to him, they were just juniors in the Jianghu, nothing more.
However, the opponent was extrely slippery and quick to adapt.
Even with many experts on their side, they could only follow behind and eat dust, unable to catch up at all.
There was no opportunity for a direct confrontation.
At this mont, he saw Jiangh Yudie hanging on a tree branch. Although a bit shocked, he slightly raised his estimate of the "Flower-Loving Young Master’s" ability but only managed a slight smile.
Reaching over to check Jiangh Yudie’s breath, Yuan Ping couldn’t help but click his tongue, tightening his hips, feeling a chill under him.
"Tongue cut off, limbs severed; Flower-Loving Young Master, how much hatred have you provoked?"
Don’t bla him for not being sympathetic.
Although they were in the sa camp, they actually had no personal connection.
Yuan Ping was also a philanderer, drooling with envy over Jiangh Yudie’s love affairs.
He wanted to learn but didn’t have the Lightweight Skill.
Even if Bright King Vajra Body was practiced well, it was useless.
If he couldn’t run fast, he’d just be food if he encountered a well-known expert.
That’s why he felt envy, jealousy, and hate towards Jiangh Yudie, and his sarcastic words were nothing out of the ordinary.
"Mmm mmm mmm..."
Jiangh Yudie heard Yuan Ping’s voice, groggy and awakened...
He wanted to warn the other how fierce and powerful Tian Qi, not highly ranked on the Hidden Dragon List, could be, but couldn’t utter a complete sentence.
However, Blood Shadow Saber Fengping was frowning, examining the blood on the ground.
His figure seed both real and illusory, like a faint shadow, sotis on the ground, sotis up in the trees.
Slling and examining, reconstructing the scene of the battle.
In his drunkenness, he seed puzzled.
"Sothing is wrong; this vile criminal couldn’t possibly be so incompetent, not even putting up a fight.
Being cut down and having his sea of Qi shattered, tongue sliced off like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."
No way.
Fengping knew this state very well.
During his leisure tis, he also flayed and listened to the wails of his victims...
But he was part of the Demon Sect, notoriously called a mad demon in the Jianghu. Wasn’t doing this normal?
That Tian Qi was said to be "Heroic Gallantry, helping others," and the evaluation on the Hidden Dragon List clearly marked him as a gentleman.
How could he do sothing so contrary to logic?
If sothing is unusual, a demon is present.
Blood Shadow Saber was wary, drawing his saber but hadn’t yet turned to retreat when his legs sank.
Crack...
The ground shattered with earth and stones flying, and withered branches flew about.
A pair of hands like iron grips had caught his ankles.
The bones in his feet cracked imdiately.
"This is outrageous!"
Fengping was furious but not too panicked.
His cultivation technique was extraordinary, especially resilient to damage.
A common person’s vital points were trifling to soone trained in the Blood Shadow Skill.
Unless his head was instantly separated from his body, it was hard to kill him.
"Body into Blood Shadow, with the blood not drying up and consciousness not fading, one won’t die."
Crushed foot bones were not a big deal.
Fengping didn’t pay heed to the hands gripping his ankles; instead, his eyes glead fiercely, a flash of blood light, and he executed a stance called "Slaughter the World."
With this saber slash, the air filled with blood scent as if hundreds or thousands of people were screaming in despair, making one dizzy and body sluggish.
At least, Yuan Ping, hastily arriving to the rescue nearby, was like this.
His steps inevitably halted.
Blood Shadow Sect’s cultivation technique was extrely sinister, its saber technique lethally potent, with threads of spiritual attack.
Those unfamiliar with this technique and lacking specific secret defense thods were undoubtedly at a disadvantage, would be cut by the Blood Shadow Saber, withered, and die.
Of course, if Fengping’s saber indeed struck, Chen Ping wouldn’t even have to endure the drawn-out agony, as he’d be instantaneously killed, headless.
Fengping could almost see that scene.
A cold smile appeared on his face.
He thought, if he had known Tian Qi would foolishly co so close for an ambush, he wouldn’t have needed to be so cautious.
If the opponent had fled afar, he naturally would have no way.
Coming so close now, he couldn’t leave this contribution out.
"Spiritual Shock?"
Chen Ping chuckled.
He feared nothing more than spiritual shock-type attacks.
That day in a cave with Han Xiaoru, the Demon Spawn of Extre Yin Sect used a Soul Searching and Soul Catching Sound Attack, which felt like a spring breeze to him.
Such faint spiritual infection didn’t even stir a bit of the Spring and Autumn Silkworm in his mind.
It was obliterated and vanished.
The Blood Shadow Saber attack seed intimidating but lacked spiritual might, neither powerful nor swift—how could it hit anyone?
He sneered, casually grasping Blood Shadow Saber Fengping’s ankle like he was holding a straw man, swung him up, and smashed him down hard.
Boom...
The forest felt like an earthquake.
Trees all around jumped.
Blood Shadow Saber Fengping, midway in his slash, already found his flesh and bones weak, blood in reverse flow.
With this smash, his body fell limp, and the Inner Qi in his dantian and ridians scattered chaotically.
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