Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 329 I Can’t Leave

Those cultivators who had retreated far away stopped in their tracks. Looking back, their minds reeled.

How did the scene change?

Wasn’t it supposed to be a Divine Clan powerhouse crushing Chen Pingping?

This?

He had actually revived a Sacred Soldier and shocked the entire Divine Clan; not only that, but he had also slaughtered more than half of their powerhouses.

An astonishing battle record!

"Damn it," Huang Mingzhi cursed. "I’m giving Chen Pingping a wide berth from now on."

"Isn’t he too strong?" soone said.

"He’s only at the Royal Path Realm. How can he sustain the revival of a Sacred Soldier for so long?"

"Tsk tsk, you just didn’t see it. That guy casually took out more than a dozen eighth or ninth-rank Spirit Pills..." soone nearby ntioned.

Everyone: "..."

That was right!

The energy consumption of a Sacred Soldier was massive. Whether for revival, maintenance, or combat, it was fundantally beyond what a cultivator of the Royal Path Realm could endure.

Moreover, for soone at the Royal Path Realm to revive one, the process was bound to be extrely difficult.

But Chen Pingping revived Sword Mountain in just a few breaths. Not only that, he also struck six or seven tis, slaughtering more than half of the Divine Clan powerhouses. He intimidated Jin Wushuang and suppressed the Emperor Son so thoroughly that the latter dared not make a reckless move.

Incredible!

Beyond "incredible," they couldn’t find words to describe Chen Pingping.

Wei Xiaoxi smiled. "His cultivation is quite unique."

Mo Lai remained silent.

"It’s not that I don’t want to intervene, but the timing isn’t right," Wei Xiaoxi said, looking at him. "Powerhouses from the Spirit Palace are on their way; we need ti."

Is that so?

Mo Lai still said nothing.

「On the battlefield.」

All the Divine Clan powerhouses were seething with anger, yet none dared to act recklessly.

A single Chen Pingping, one Sacred Soldier, held them in check here; they didn’t even have the opportunity to revive their Divine Weapons.

What humiliation!

Jin Wushuang, the Clan Leader, Emperor Tian, Jin Yi, and even the Emperor Son—each of their expressions was grimr than the last.

At that mont, Chen Pingping spoke up again, "Who is Jin Wushuang?" With a Sacred Soldier in hand, he decided to settle everything at once, rather than letting things drag on and risk complications.

Jin Wushuang stepped forward a few paces, his expression icy.

Chen Pingping narrowed his eyes and said, "Release the Tao techniques and the brand on Emperor Spirit, and I, Chen, may spare your life."

Everyone: "???"

In this situation, he still dares to threaten the Divine Clan?

Could it be he thinks he can maintain the Sacred Soldier’s revival indefinitely?

No way, right? No way, right?

Nobody dared to imagine...

But Chen Pingping was indeed threatening the Divine Clan. Not only that, his threat was directed at Jin Wushuang, hailed as the most powerful genius in the history of the Divine Clan.

"Heh!" Jin Wushuang sneered. "Do you think you can leave here alive today?"

Chen Pingping’s eyelids twitched. "Why not?"

Jin Wushuang replied, "Because I say you cannot."

"Are you provoking ?" Chen Pingping stared at him intensely. Without waiting for Jin Wushuang to retort, he gestured with his hands, and the massive Sword Mountain once again descended.

His target was clear: Jin Wushuang.

The latter’s expression changed drastically, and he retreated several steps...

This is bad!

Guang Xiaoyu, watching the battle, broke out in a cold sweat for her Senior Brother due to this move.

Just then, soone revealed the truth: "Jin Wushuang is a Saint Realm powerhouse."

Threatening a Saint Realm powerhouse with a Sacred Soldier was unwise...

"No, his cultivation realm has regressed; he is no longer in the Saint Realm," an elder stated, revealing a secret. "Years ago, an Empress barged into the Purple Gold Divine Clan. With a casual slap before leaving, she seriously injured Jin Wushuang, destroying his foundation."

"That can’t be! Wasn’t it said that Jin Wushuang could catch Emperor Weapons with his bare hands? And that he even fought against a Great Emperor?" soone disbelieved. "Just one casual strike from the Empress, and he was ruined?"

The elder glanced at him, stating faintly, "It wasn’t a complete Emperor Weapon. And yes, he ’fought’ a Great Emperor! Then he was crippled!"

Oh?

A one-sided fight, huh?

The corners of the bystanders’ mouths twitched.

Nearby, Guang Xiaoyu instinctively glanced over. There was such a thing?

Were they talking about her? She actually had no mory of it at all.

It seed she had left in too much of a hurry back then. Jin Wushuang had been chasing her relentlessly, and then... yes, she seed to recall slapping him.

I rember now!

Guang Xiaoyu burst into hearty laughter.

The elder looked at her. "What are you laughing at?"

"That Empress must be a woman of unparalleled intelligence, unrivaled beauty, and outstanding grace, whose re glance could captivate thousands of young n, right?" she blinked.

"I’ve never seen her. I heard she’s supposedly a Demon Emperor," said the elder.

"Wow? A Demon Emperor? Wouldn’t that make her incredibly ferocious?" soone else leaned in.

"A Demon Emperor is bound to be ferocious; that goes without saying!"

"What do you all think a Demon Emperor looks like? Three heads and six arms? Or an extraordinarily ugly face?" Several people chattered excitedly, completely oblivious as Guang Xiaoyu’s expression, who stood nearby, gradually darkened...

Fortunately, Chen Pingping attacked once again, interrupting their discussion.

Jin Wushuang’s realm had indeed regressed; he was no longer a powerhouse of the Saint Realm. Otherwise, he would have acted long ago.

"The Divine Clan has quieted down a lot," Wei Xiaoxi whispered. "They are waiting."

The group that had been clamoring earlier also quieted down obediently, seemingly waiting for sothing.

Guang Xiaoyu also sensed sothing was amiss and secretly sent a ntal ssage, "Senior Brother, make it quick! The real powerhouses of the Purple Gold Divine Clan might be coming."

Those old monsters slumbering beneath the earth were no ordinary powerhouses.

Chen Pingping understood and asked again, "So, you truly insist there’s no way?"

Jin Wushuang nearly spat blood in anger. "The imprint from the Tao technique is irresolvable unless the Spiritual Beast dies! I already told you!"

"Alright!" Chen Pingping said. "I’ll trust you this once. You can live."

"..."

This was truly an outrageous humiliation!

Jin Wushuang gritted his teeth.

He was the most powerful genius of the Purple Gold Divine Clan! Tens of thousands of years ago, who would have dared to speak to him like this?

Chen Pingping then looked at the Emperor Son. "You’re lucky today; I won’t kill you. The next ti we et will be the day you die."

There were two reasons for not killing the Emperor Son. Firstly, he couldn’t kill him. Secondly, he *mustn’t* kill him. If he did, the Purple Gold Divine Clan would fight him to the death. At that point, even with Sword Mountain, he might not be safe.

Enough, enough! I’ll have to think of a long-term plan.

Chen Pingping sent a ntal ssage, "Can you leave now?"

Guang Xiaoyu replied, "No, soone is watching . Their Divine Sense is very strong, so I can’t get away."

She carried a Tao Seed within her, the most sought-after object by the Divine Clan. Naturally, they would not let her easily escape from here...

Hearing this, Chen Pingping devised a strategy. He imdiately swallowed a dozen Spirit Pills and once again wielded Sword Mountain, preparing for a massacre. "Purple Gold Divine Clan, face your death!"

He’s gone mad, completely mad! That damn Chen Pingping has lost his mind!

He can’t possibly believe that reviving a Sacred Soldier would enable him to wipe out the entire Purple Gold Divine Clan, can he?

Isn’t this the ti to flee for his life? And yet he still wants to make a move?

Everyone was stunned by his actions.

But Chen Pingping did indeed wield Sword Mountain. Every seven or eight breaths, he would swallow a dozen more Spirit Pills to sustain the Sacred Soldier’s devastating power.

"You’re seeking death!" The Emperor Son was thoroughly enraged, furiously burning the Emperor Blood within him...

Fortunately, at this mont, the true powerhouses of the Purple Gold Divine Clan arrived. From the distant Void, a withered hand extended. "Emperor Son, no need for anger."

It was a Lord.

Everyone held their breath.

Guang Xiaoyu, who had been preparing to flee, also froze.

The withered hand descended, suffused with a unique power and an intimidating chill. In an instant, it suppressed the entire area, even forcing down the Sacred Soldier Chen Pingping had revived.

PFFT!

Chen Pingping suffered a backlash.

"A re cultivator at the Royal Path Realm, relying on a few Spirit Pills to activate a Sacred Soldier—you think you can threaten my Divine Clan?" A low, slightly hoarse voice drifted over.

Imdiately after, another large hand struck towards Chen Pingping.

Guang Xiaoyu’s expression changed drastically.

Mo Lai’s eyes snapped open, and he was about to act, but Wei Xiaoxi stopped him. "You are an Emperor Son; you cannot die here," she said.

BANG!

From another direction, far, far away, a figure was streaking across the distant land towards them. He opened his eyes, and a sharp glint of cold light, like a Sword Slash, shot towards the battlefield.

This streak of cold light shattered the large hand.

The figure was very young.

Everyone lifted their heads, staring intently in that direction.

Chen Pingping added in a low, trailing voice, "Sigh... I still have trump cards, you know!"