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“Ah... kid, I'm going to kill you!” The speed of the Heavenly Sword Technique was unparalleled. He couldn't dodge in time and was struck by three sword energies. Three deep wounds that could see the bone were left on his chest, blood pouring out like rain. As he fell from the sky, his body continued to retreat.
“Kill me? You won't have the chance!” Ren Pingsheng sneered contemptuously. “Blood Fiend Summon, explode for me!” The blood falling from the sky quickly surrounded the old man, and blood continued to flow from his wounds, joining the army of blood.
“Boom…” The blood exploded in the old man's horrified gaze. He had never seen Ren Pingsheng's fighting style before and naturally did not know about such a technique. Being hit by so much exploding blood while already injured sent him heavily wounded to the ground. His chest was a blur of flesh, and one could faintly see his heart inside.
“Thirteen Kills of the Gale, slash!” He would not miss such an opportunity. As the old man was just blown away by the blood explosion, he flickered, and thirteen figures suddenly surrounded the old man in the center. Thirteen azure sword energies, carrying terrifying momentum, rushed toward the heavily injured old man.
Then, after merging into one, a more terrifying sword energy tore through the void and flashed past. The target was also that Half-Step Monarch old man in the center.
“Ah… block it for me!” The old man, heavily injured from the blood explosion, found his body unresponsive for a moment. Seeing the thirteen sword energies approaching, his face changed dramatically. A true energy shield appeared, with true energy surging continuously; unfortunately, it only blocked half of the sword energies before being overwhelmed by the others. Then came a series of screams.
Ren Pingsheng retracted his Wind Trace Sword and flashed to the side of the Pit on the ground, accompanied by a cloud of red mist. Upon closer inspection, he found that the old man was already dead for the most part. Only a faint breath remained, enveloped by the red mist, and blood gushed forth like a spring before he completely lost his breath.
“There should be no one left now; let's kill our way up as fast as possible.” Ren Pingsheng looked at the palace on top of the mountain in the distance and stepped forward with phantom-like speed, charging up.
Anyone who came out to block him from the Disciples of the Evil Sect or elders was immediately sent flying with screams, falling to the ground without breath. Now that his killing intent had reached its second stage, he could be said to have no rivals below King level—at least not within the Evil Sect.
Thus, amidst flying blood, Ren Pingsheng reached the main hall at the mountain's peak. This was a complex of palaces where those elders or leaders of the Evil Sect lived or cultivated. It was also both the safest and most dangerous place in the entire Evil Sect.
“He actually made it up here; could Elder Tianlong have also met with misfortune?” Seeing Ren Pingsheng covered in blood approaching, over a dozen perfected realm elders at the front of the hall looked shocked. Their eyes flickered as they gazed at Ren Pingsheng, some even too afraid to look directly at him, their courage lost.
“Is this all you have? Where is your Supreme Elder? I’m looking for him; you still have time to leave now.” Ren Pingsheng said calmly.
“You... you devil! Once Supreme Elder arrives, you will definitely die without a corpse!” An Elder of the Evil Sect pointed at Ren Pingsheng with a pale face.
“Oh really? Since you are unwilling to leave, then stay!” He grinned and flashed past; six Phantom Bodies continuously transformed as sword light flickered and blood flowers flew. The ten perfected realm elders didn’t even have time to react before collapsing under Wind Trace Sword.
“You Evil Sect only has one Supreme Elder left; do you know where he is?” Ren Pingsheng glanced at the ten corpses lying on the ground with wounds on their chests or throats and then looked at Tianjiang who was dazed and spoke softly.
“Not speaking is fine too.” He shook his head with a smile and then stepped forward into one grand hall after another. Inside were various places: cultivation rooms and warehouses for storing sect resources; although he didn’t find any people, he did gather many resources.
“I know you’re here; come out!” Ren Pingsheng shouted loudly. Countless gusts of wind howled around him; wherever they passed, trees were uprooted and halls collapsed. Those exquisite buildings were ultimately reduced to ruins.
Countless echoes reverberated at the mountaintop. Finally, beneath a collapsed grand hall, a sudden strong fluctuation appeared. With a loud bang, a King-level expert from the Evil Sect flew out.
"Hmph, you finally dare to come out. It's time to settle the score between us." Upon seeing the old man, hatred immediately flashed in his eyes. It was because of him that Yi Qingyi had ended up in such a state. In fact, it was almost like being dead.
"Did you do all of this?" The old man looked at the scene of devastation, with blood flowing like a river from the Evil Sect, his face filled with barely concealed anger.
"Hehe, of course. How could I not return the 'favor' you showed me back then? Are you satisfied?" Ren Pingsheng said with a light laugh.
"You brat, don't think that just because you have a powerful backing, you can do whatever you want. Our Evil Sect is not some nameless group; we are not afraid of your support!" he said with a cold gaze.
"Oh, and what if I do? If you want to kill me, then I'll kill you. That's all there is to it; we can talk about the future later."
"Very well, very well. Since you are so reckless today, I will have to eliminate you. Even if your people come looking for you, I, Heavenly Saint, am not afraid!" He shouted loudly and pressed his palm down towards Ren Pingsheng.
Initially, he had some reservations about Ren Pingsheng's backing. But now it seemed he had come alone; there was no need for any caution. He immediately decided to eliminate Ren Pingsheng and leave this place. After all, the Evil Sect was already nearly destroyed. As a King-Level Expert, wherever he went, he would be treated as a guest of honor.
"Break for me!" Ren Pingsheng's hair turned blood red again as he activated the second stage of Killing Heart. The Windscar Sword slashed down from above. The Sword Qi, several feet long, was surrounded by boundless Demonic Energy and collided with the massive hand.
"Slash! Slash! Slash!" Seeing that the Sword Qi did not hold for long before being shattered, his eyes dimmed as he unhesitatingly unleashed seven or eight slashes.
"Boom..." Ultimately, the massive hand was dispersed. However, before he could catch his breath, Heavenly Saint suddenly flashed forward and struck out with a palm. It was like an erupting volcano, carrying terrifying momentum that sent him flying.
"Pfft... Ah..." Blood gushed from Ren Pingsheng as his entire body felt like it was burning with fierce flames. He was in excruciating pain; countless flames coursed through his Meridians—these were manifestations of Fire's Essence. He could withstand the Profound Meaning of a Half-Step Monarch but could not resist the Profound Meaning of a King-Level Expert.
"Ah... absorb it!" After flying hundreds of feet away and landing on the ground, he twisted his face and shouted. The Six-Colored Cyclone slowly rotated in his Dantian and suddenly shook violently, spinning rapidly. A terrifying suction force began to pull the flames from his Meridians.
As these flames entered his Dantian and continued to rotate with the Six-Colored Cyclone, they gradually disappeared. Only the red light representing fire became more vibrant than the other five colors combined.
At this moment, Ren Pingsheng's pain instantly vanished. Although he had sustained some injuries, thanks to the protection of Thousand Silk Armor, he had not been critically harmed. With the disappearance of Fire Realm within him, he regained full mobility.
"Brat, now you know how formidable I am. You actually dared to come here alone; I must admire your courage. Unfortunately, your strength is too weak and beyond your means. If I weren't so heavily injured, that last palm would have been enough to eliminate you," Heavenly Saint said as he slowly approached.
At this moment, he wore a smile on his face; hearing Ren Pingsheng's cries only intensified his amusement. Just as he was about to step closer, Ren Pingsheng narrowed his eyes and flicked the Windscar Sword.
The Heavenly Sword Third Style shot out in an instant; the white Sword Qi flashed by. At such close range, Heavenly Saint realized too late what was happening and merely managed to tilt his body to avoid a fatal blow.
"Ah... damn it!" Even so, he was still sent flying backward. A foot-long wound appeared on his waist as blood flowed freely. He steadied himself and roared in anger and humiliation. He never expected to be injured by a Zongji Jing martial artist. In the past, he wouldn't have feared such an opponent; unfortunately, his royal-grade Armor had already been rendered useless.
"Die for me!" His figure suddenly vanished and reappeared right in front of Ren Pingsheng's chest. The speed was terrifying; in the blink of an eye, Ren Pingsheng had no time to react before being sent flying with blood spewing from his mouth.
"Die!" With the lesson just learned, he had no intention of holding back. He took a step forward and chased after him. Another punch landed, and the terrifying force sent Ren Pingsheng flying, leaving a pit dozens of feet deep in the ground. Only then did he stop his attack, confident that even Ren Pingsheng would not have the strength to get back up.
"Cough cough... This old man's strength, even when injured, is still beyond my capability. He might be a high-level King realm expert," Ren Pingsheng said weakly from within the pit. After enduring those two strikes, he could hardly move now.
"No, I must kill him. My current strength is insufficient; I can only rely on external power." He struggled to prop himself up, and in his hand appeared the King's Artifact he obtained from the Sword King's Tomb.
"Changping Sword, it's up to you today." Ren Pingsheng took a healing pill and began to recover his true energy. After circulating his wood attribute true energy for a while, his injuries improved significantly, and he slowly stood up while holding the Changping Sword.
The Changping Sword trembled continuously, countless sword lights dancing around it, turning all the surrounding rubble into dust. The originally dozens of feet deep pit was suddenly filled with swirling sword light and dust like a giant dragon taking flight.
Ren Pingsheng slowly emerged from the pit, his gaze locking onto Tiansheng in the distance, his expression calm.
"Kid, you really have nine lives; you’re still alive. Hmph, I don’t believe you can hold on any longer. Take another palm strike from me!" Tiansheng said with surprise on his face but moved without hesitation to attack again.
"Third Style of the Heavenly Sword, Slash!" As Tiansheng approached rapidly, Ren Pingsheng raised his right hand and held the Changping Sword with both hands. True energy surged wildly into it, quickly depleting as the sword light erupted brilliantly before he slashed down.
The void fell silent for a moment as a white sword aura shot forth with indescribable power and speed, appearing slow yet fast at the same time. After it passed, terrifying marks appeared in the air; only then did chaos ensue as sword energy surged everywhere.
Tiansheng felt a flash of light before him and was puzzled when suddenly a piercing pain shot through his body. Then he saw his body split in half.
"How could this be... King's Artifact..." He still wore an expression of disbelief, but at that moment he sensed the aura emanating from the Changping Sword and finally understood.
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