Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 648 648: Origin Isn't That Important

The sword strike from the courtyard was overwhelmingly powerful, as if a true Sword Immortal had acted, its might spanning tens of thousands of miles and alarming countless mbers of the Demon Race.

Even within the Human Clan territories and at the borders, mbers of the alliance were left dumbfounded.

A group of people stood steadfastly at the border, gazing toward the Southern Region. "Who is making a move?"

"This sword strike is so strong."

"Was that the White Emperor's voice just now?"

"What did she shout?"

"Chen Pingping..."

"..."

"..."

The alliance mbers were stunned.

「In another direction, the higher-ups of the Wuji Sect were also watching that area.」

Upon seeing such an astonishing sword strike, they didn't even need to hear what the White Emperor had shouted; the na Chen Pingping automatically sprang to their minds.

It must be him.

He had just slain the Demon Emperor, and now... he had ventured into the Monster Emperor City of the Southern Region and unleashed a Sword Dao strike. What on earth is he trying to do?

Yu Changfeng wiped cold sweat from his brow. Thank goodness I was quick-witted and wasn't fooled by him.

This kid really knows how to stir up trouble.

"The White Emperor is different from the Demon Emperor; she..."

"What's the difference?" a relatively young Steward asked.

"She has a powerful husband," Yu Changfeng said in a grave tone. "That's a secret. I've only heard about it and never actually seen him. But one thing is for certain: if her husband makes a move, a single slap could doom the entire Nine Heavens."

Everyone was struck silent.

Yu Changfeng continued, "Of course, the White Emperor's own strength is also formidable, far surpassing the Demon Emperor's. I suspect that lad, Chen Pingping, is in for a world of trouble."

No one spoke again.

To dare make a move inside the Monster Emperor City, what was he thinking?

Before long, a formidable imperial might surged forth, blanketing the sky and earth.

All were astounded—the Demon Race of the Southern Region, the Demon Race of the Northern Border, the Human Clan territories... If they hadn't known Chen Pingping had entered the Southern Region, they would surely have thought a powerful foe had invaded the Monster Emperor City.

The White Emperor was enraged.

When Chen Pingping, his heart pounding with nervousness, stepped out of the courtyard, he was t by the White Emperor's imperial might and terrifying killing intention.

Her delicate jade hands, like the hands of the heavens, pressed down with overwhelming force, devastating everything in their path. Even the slightest wisp of their power seed capable of crushing the mortal world...

Zhang Ziyu exclaid, "FUCK!" and hurriedly retreated. His scalp tingled as he watched the rampaging White Emperor. And deep inside, he felt a twinge of glee.

It seed the White Emperor truly disliked this fellow.

Heh heh...

An Emperor Realm expert was making a move; he, a re Saint Realm cultivator, definitely couldn't withstand it.

Undoubtedly dood.

It would be best if he were crushed to death. Yes, killed.

Zhang Ziyu cald himself, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

But the scene that followed left him sowhat dumbfounded.

Chen Pingping, despite being only in the Saint Realm, had actually blocked the White Emperor's imperial might! Retreating step by step, he exclaid, "Elder, it's a misunderstanding!"

What the hell...

What did that sword strike have to do with him?

But the rampaging White Emperor was in no mood to listen to such nonsense and closed in for the kill in a few strides.

Chen Pingping turned to flee.

The scene looked quite normal, indeed. An Emperor Realm powerhouse was making a move to suppress soone in the Saint Realm, and the latter was fleeing for his life.

But?

Zhang Ziyu's eyes widened. He couldn't help but look towards the composed Jiang Ni'er at the side and asked, "He... he seems to have blocked her imperial might?"

Could soone in the Saint Realm block imperial might?

Moreover, why was this young girl so composed?

"Oh... that's normal," Jiang Ni'er glanced sideways. "My senior brother is a bit different from others."

"What's different about him?"

"Well, he's rather handso," she said seriously.

"..."

"By the way, what's your na?"

"This young master is called Zhang Ziyu, from..."

"Not important. My senior brother has decided to make you his friend!" Jiang Ni'er chuckled. "Also, don't casually show off those cultivation resources of yours."

She had once been fortunate enough to witness Chen Pingping in his room, counting Quasi-Emperor Weapons: one, two, three... He counted up to about fifty.

Afterward, Chen Pingping, looking vexed, said, "I'm not counting anymore, it's too botherso..."

Fifty, and he stopped counting.

Jiang Ni'er: "..."

Of course, that was just one aspect. Spirit Pills, Spiritual dicine, cultivation techniques, Divine Skills—these were nothing more than numbers to Chen Pingping.

The collection Zhang Ziyu had previously shown off was worlds apart from what Chen Pingping possessed.

Although she didn't know where Chen Pingping had acquired all these things.

His explanation to everyone was, "My master gave them to ! As everyone knows, my master is from that ancient imperial dynasty's royal family. The entire dynasty belongs to her, so it's not excessive for her to have a pile of cultivation resources, is it?"

Before Zhang Ziyu could speak, Jiang Ni'er added, "Lineage isn't important; my senior brother doesn't pay much attention to such things."

Besides, whatever Zhang Ziyu's background, it couldn't sound as grand as 'Descendant of an Imperial Dynasty.'

As for looks, Chen Pingping was at the pinnacle. In terms of cultivation, hardly anyone in the younger generation could compare to him.

So, it didn't matter what Zhang Ziyu had—whether he was a Son of the Fate Energy, from an Ancient Family, or the like. None of it mattered because he simply couldn't compare to Chen Pingping.

Off to the side, Zhang Ziyu was indignant.

How could this little girl brag more than him?

What lineage could be more terrifying than his Ancient Family background?

More impressive than him, a Son of the Fate Energy?

Zhang Ziyu didn't believe it. He curled his lip and said indifferently, "Your senior brother is being chased by the White Emperor."

Jiang Ni'er nodded. "That's understandable." As she spoke, she glanced at Yue Wuxia, who had followed them out.

She recalled their constant bickering back in the Northern Border, not to ntion Yue Wuxia's 'grand exploits' like stealing an Emperor Weapon and snatching Divine dicine.

If she were the White Emperor, Yue Wuxia's mother, she probably couldn't resist slapping Chen Pingping to death herself.

Before coming here, she had anticipated this situation.

"Aren't you worried?" Zhang Ziyu was astonished. "Lord White Emperor is an Emperor Realm powerhouse! A single wisp of her imperial might, a re thread of her aura, any casual attack from her could slaughter countless Great Saint Realm experts. And your senior brother is only in the Saint Realm!"

Jiang Ni'er's eyes flickered, but she didn't offer a rebuttal.

「In the distance, one fled while the other pursued; the scene was quite bizarre.」

After all, the pursuer was the White Emperor, and the one being pursued was only in the Saint Realm; the gap between them was too great.

But... the White Emperor just couldn't catch Chen Pingping. He ran, shrieking, "Ni'er, save ! AAAAAHHH! I'm going to die!"

In fact, his speed was very fast.

Even though the White Emperor unleashed her imperial might, the aura of a Great Emperor, and even so Divine Skills, she still couldn't lock onto Chen Pingping or confine and suppress him.

There was another aspect to the situation. Every attack the White Emperor made was dodged by Chen Pingping, but the land of the Southern Region couldn't dodge!

Before long, much of the Southern Region had suffered disaster. Ruins appeared one after another, mountain ranges collapsed, and vast fissures tore across the land before everyone's eyes.

Everyone was stunned.

Including Zhang Ziyu...

A Saint Realm cultivator was evading the attacks of an Emperor Realm expert. No matter how you looked at it, it was bizarre.

"You brat! If you have any guts, stop running! Let's see how this Emperor deals with you," the White Emperor bellowed angrily.

"My Lord, it has nothing to do with !" Chen Pingping coughed up blood. "Really, it wasn't who acted! Do I look that brain-dead?"

"Scram!"

"Okay, I'll scram then! I'll visit you again when I have ti."

"Wait..." The White Emperor's face stiffened. Seeing that she simply couldn't catch Chen Pingping, she decided she might as well give up.

Even if she did catch him, she probably couldn't suppress this rascal anyway.

Besides, Yue Wuxia was still with him. If she suppressed Chen Pingping, what would she do if Xia'er threw a tantrum?

The White Emperor clenched her teeth and forced herself to calm down. "This Emperor won't attack anymore. You can stop running."

Chen Pingping turned his head, his face a mask of skepticism. "My Lord, as an Emperor Realm powerhouse, you wouldn't deceive a humble cultivator like , would you?"

The White Emperor glared at him. "Do you truly believe this Emperor cannot catch up to you?"

"No, no, no... I was just joking," Chen Pingping stamred, hastily stopping.

The battle was declared over.

He stood on a mountain peak, letting the clear wind blow past him. He appeared calm, but in reality, cold sweat drenched his back, and he was ready to flee at any mont.

Fortunately, the White Emperor kept her promise and didn't attack again. She rely stood before him, her stunningly beautiful face etched with clear annoyance.

Chen Pingping's eyebrow twitched. He swallowed hard and cautiously explained, "My Lord, that Sword Slash truly had nothing to do with ."

Heh heh!

The White Emperor's face was expressionless. "This Emperor knows."

Chen Pingping: "???"

The White Emperor continued, "This Emperor was just looking for a reason to suppress you, that's all."

What the hell?

Chen Pingping was so furious he nearly spat blood. She knew? She did it on purpose?!

Alright then!

You're the Great Emperor; you're the boss.

"What did you see in the courtyard?" The White Emperor had cald down, her bewitching eyes staring intently at Chen Pingping, as if, for an instant, she could see straight through to his innermost thoughts.

He beca even more panicked.

He keenly sensed sothing unusual about the White Emperor's question.

She didn't know.

She actually didn't know about Yue Wuxia using her bloodline to condense scriptures.

It was too incredible.

This ant Yue Wuxia had deliberately kept it a secret, not wanting the White Emperor to find out.

All the more reason he couldn't say anything.

Chen Pingping wiped away his cold sweat and said weakly, "My Lord, if you wish to know, you could ask her directly."

The White Emperor grew slightly annoyed. "If she were willing to tell this Emperor, why would I need to ask you?"

Chen Pingping said nothing.

"You truly won't tell?" the White Emperor asked coldly.

"..."

"Forget it!" Seeing his stubbornness, the White Emperor sighed lightly and said with a hint of helplessness, "When you were with her, particularly in the depths of the Northern Border when the Demon Emperor was slain, did you notice anything unusual about her?"