Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 183: The Senior Brother is Too Handsome

Chong Tower had two foundations. One was its people, including three living Emperor Dao powerhouses, infinitely close to Heaven-ranked assassins; one of whom Chen Pingping had previously slain.

The old man was also one of them.

The third person had always been outside and rarely returned.

Adding the miscellaneous Divine King powerhouses and Earth Level assassins, a careful calculation revealed Chong Tower’s foundation to be quite deep and powerful.

Although not as nurous as Martial God Academy and Tianxuan Holy Land, their quality was higher.

Secondly, there were the Sacred Soldiers, also one of Chong Tower’s most important foundations.

In their historical records, this Sacred Soldier had helped Chong Tower overco difficulties countless tis.

Over the long eons, Chong Tower’s strongest experts had poured their heart and soul into refining the Sacred Soldier with killing intent. Over ti, a ’Divine’ was born within the Sacred Soldier.

They had a premonition that if they continued refining it this way, given ti, this Sacred Soldier would evolve into the ranks of Heaven Tao Divine Weapons.

A hope. The very hope guarded by generations of Chong Tower.

But now, the Sacred Soldier was gone?

How could it be gone?

Why was it gone?

The old man was uncontrollably furious. "What’s going on?"

All the composure he had before shattered at this mont. His anger burned, his gaze icy, and astonishing killing intent constantly swirled around him.

The villager spoke with a trembling voice, on the verge of tears, "I don’t know. It just disappeared in the blink of an eye."

The Sacred Soldier, refined by generations of Chong Tower, was wreathed in killing intent, and a ’Divine’ had even been born within it. How could it disappear in the blink of an eye? Who could possess such prowess to take it?

Such an assertion was absurd.

The old man hurried back into the village to check. Indeed, it was gone. He roared as he erged, "You’re looking for death!"

Could it be? Could it really be?

Chen Pingping’s expression turned grim. Could Mao Qiu, that bastard, actually devour a Sacred Soldier?

BANG!

The old man, bursting out in fury, struck imdiately. His fist slamd down with terrible killing intent, shaking the sky.

There was no reason not to be angry.

They had broken their Array, stolen all their cultivation resources, and now even carried off the Sacred Soldier.

He had never seen soone so unethical.

So unscrupulous.

He was very strong: Emperor Dao Third Heaven, infinitely close to a Heaven-ranked assassin.

But he had a fatal weakness.

He was an assassin from Chong Tower, skilled in covert assassinations, direct assassinations, surprise attacks, and the like.

In a head-to-head battle, his combat power would decrease by at least thirty to fifty percent.

This punch seed powerful, but it was full of flaws. Chen Pingping raised his hand and struck back, his Six Tao Reincarnation Fist unleashed with grand, imposing movents, like a mighty War God.

CRACK!

His fist crushed the opposition. Apart from being unable to suppress the killing intent, the old man was no match for him in terms of Power Path.

In just a few breaths, the old man felt the power in Chen Pingping’s fist. It shook his heart; his anger dissipated considerably, and he beca much calr.

But now, there was no turning back.

Once the fist was thrown, there could only be victory or defeat—or perhaps, life or death.

BOOM!

Offensives clashed, Power Paths collided like thunder shaking the Void, as terrifying ripples swept across all directions.

The cultivators were retreating.

The old man’s killing intent pierced through this place, cutting into Chen Pingping’s body, while his Six Tao Reincarnation Fist also hamred into the old man’s body.

Brilliance erupted, piercing through his chest, leaving behind several bloody holes.

The two quickly separated.

Who won?

Who lost?

It seed like neither; both were seriously injured.

On closer inspection, the old man’s injuries were more severe than Chen Pingping’s, with several terrifying bloody holes.

Most importantly, Chen Pingping was only in the Divine King Realm.

The old man stood at the Emperor Dao Third Heaven, a whole major realm above him, yet Chen Pingping could contend with him.

Too terrifying.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to blink, afraid of missing the exciting scene.

Guang Xiaoyu grew more and more excited as she watched. "Is this Senior Brother’s true combat power?" She sensed that such a powerful fist technique was certainly no ordinary cultivation thod.

In addition, there was the Sword Mountain within Senior Brother’s body, and several Spiritual Beasts accompanying him.

This ti, Chong Tower was finished.

"The slayer shall one day be slain," Chen Pingping said indifferently. "This is destiny, and it is Reincarnation."

There was nothing more to say.

In the past, Chong Tower had repeatedly attempted to assassinate Zi Ji and Guang Xiaoyu, almost slaying the two won.

Now he had sought out this place with the goal of eradicating this despicable force.

No matter how many elderly, children, or middle-aged won and others were in the small village, he would kill them all...

Because he knew that assassins were proficient in Stealth Skill and disguise. Even a child could potentially conceal the strength of an Earth Level assassin; they could not be underestimated.

WHOOSH!

A breeze blew, stirring up the dust again.

He walked into the wind, his robe fluttering, his long hair dancing in the air. His handso face was perfectly revealed, though it carried a colder air than usual.

He looked cool and dashing.

This made many of the female onlookers’ hearts flutter.

Guang Xiaoyu was also infatuated. "So handso."

BANG!

Chen Pingping suddenly attacked, still using the Six Tao Reincarnation Fist. "Chong Tower, accept your destiny!"

Dense fist intent enshrouded the area, locking down the heavens and earth in all directions, giving the old man no chance to hide, pressing him firmly in place.

A thunderous boom echoed.

This punch landed heavily on the old man’s body. Despite his best efforts to defend, the Power Path was too strong.

The armor on his body shattered under this punch, and the Dharma Principle protecting him also dimd.

The massive fist penetrated the old man’s body.

His pupils contracted. He stared at Chen Pingping, unable to understand. How could a Divine King overpower him in a fight?

Was Emperor Dao Third Heaven a lie?

Were his hundreds of years of cultivation a lie?

Where was the chasm between Divine King and Emperor Dao?

He couldn’t accept it.

But everything before him was real. The intense pain almost tore his body apart. He endured it, attempting to use his Stealth Skill.

But how could Chen Pingping give him the chance?

The True Solar Scripture blazed, emitting tens of thousands of rays of light that once more bound the old man.

And this ti, what assailed him was not a fist, but the Sword of Vegetation...

"Protect the village chief!"

"Damn it..."

"Kill him!"

"Everyone attack together! Don’t panic, he’s just one man..."

Assassins surged out from all around, their attacks plunging into the fray from different directions.

The killing intent was alarming.

They were all strong.

However, Chen Pingping was stronger.

The True Solar Scripture blocked all the attacking assassins. It was as if he were All Skill Immune; they couldn’t advance a single step. Their strikes shattered, and they could only watch helplessly as Chen Pingping’s Sword of Vegetation engulfed the village chief...

"Do you believe in Reincarnation?" Chen Pingping whispered.

Reincarnation, my ass!

The old man was furious. Unwilling to accept his fate, he began to burn his Divine Soul, wishing to die together with Chen Pingping.

Unfortunately, the Sword of Vegetation was too powerful.

With just this one sword, Dharma Principles swirled and the Great Tao thundered. It didn’t seem like a sword technique executed by Chen Pingping, but rather as though a Sword God was making the move.

The Sword Dao was devastating.

Falling from the sky, it pierced the old man’s body completely. Though he burned his Divine Soul, he couldn’t hold back the attack.

Piercing screams emanated from him, echoing across the sky.

"Who the hell are you?" the old man scread. He sensed the life force within him rapidly draining. Not only that, but even his powerful Divine Soul showed signs of cracking under this one sword.

Inconceivable.

Since when could soone in the Divine King Realm slay those of Emperor Dao?

Having lived for several hundred years, it was the first ti he had tasted death. He panicked, staring fixedly at Chen Pingping, a chilling premonition in his heart: this young man was not who he seed!