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The sound of the Tiger Roar Sword echoed in Chen Minghua's ears. Although he had witnessed Gu Ping and Wen Tian fight with all their might, no one expected that Gu Ping Ci, at the Peak of Nascent Soul, wielding the Liangyi Sword, could actually contend with the Luo Tian Seven Fiends Tiger, a formidable opponent under Grand Master Feng.
Especially with the Radiant Cutting Array in play, combined with the Dominating Sword, it made it nearly impossible for anyone to fully commit to attacking Gu Ping. If Bei Qinping seized the opportunity for a defensive counterattack, it could be fatal; such overwhelming offensive power had already surpassed that of a typical Nascent Soul Cultivator.
At that moment, the elders and disciples hidden within the Red Cloud realized just how powerful Wen Tian was, capable of engaging Gu Ping at the Peak of Nascent Soul despite being at the early stage of Nascent Soul. They understood the determination he carried.
The Luo Tian Seven Fiends Tiger was clearly a Great Demon of king-level status. It was well-known that once a Demon General-level beast reached the Divine Realm, it would awaken a second innate Divine Ability, enhancing its already formidable physique. Such creatures were often much stronger than cultivators of equivalent realms; they could take on three opponents alone, while a Demon Emperor-level beast could face five. It was not something an ordinary cultivator could handle alone.
Yet here was Gu Ping, wielding the Liangyi Sword, crossing realms to engage with the Luo Tian Seven Fiends Tiger, and doing so with remarkable ease. This indicated that Gu Ping was indeed rare even among those in the Divine Realm.
Was he truly at the Peak of Nascent Soul? Some dared not think further. They did not know who had uttered a phrase that sent chills through everyone present.
Perhaps another Yin Tianheng was about to emerge from this academy.
What did the name Yin Tianheng represent?
A mere name?
Many who lived in the same era as Yin Tianheng pondered this troubling question. For thousands of years after his disappearance, people continued to contemplate it. The past glories of Bu Luo had faded with time, yet no one had considered that tomorrow they would still need to grapple with questions that countless predecessors had once faced.
Keke stood invincible.
With one sword opening the Heavenly Gate and another severing True Immortals, such prowess and strength—if one could not live up to the title of invincible, then perhaps no one in the entire Dust Realm deserved it either.
He must not be allowed to live and return to the East. Whether the moon comes or not is irrelevant; since he has come, he must be completely dealt with, regardless of life or death.
Grand Master Feng, holding the Demon Suppression Circle, had a piercing gaze. Suddenly, he made up his mind and threw the Demon Suppression Circle out.
Just as Huo Lian was enjoying the fierce clash between a man and a tiger, he suddenly felt his eyes pierced by a strong light. Dong Yishi was channeling spiritual power towards the sky but could not react in time, only able to shout.
"Be careful, Xuanming!"
Gu Ping's heart jolted as he sensed a strong sense of crisis coming from above. A Distant Paradise instantly transported him far away, allowing him to finally see what was falling from above.
He couldn't fight it; a thought arose in Gu Ping's mind as he dodged away.
Sure enough, where the Demon Suppression Circle struck, all the green mountains in Gu Ping's line of sight turned to scorched earth, leaving behind a deep pit dozens of feet wide—a display of unmatched power.
After narrowly avoiding an attack from the Luo Tian Seven Fiends Tiger, Gu Ping looked up at the Red Cloud above. Grand Master Feng could no longer hide and finally appeared before Gu Ping with several disciples and elders.
It turned out that the Sealed Grand Ancestor had come, and his disciple Xuanming was paying respects.
I have the audacity to call myself a Disciples of the Academy while holding The Book of Radiant Path, yet I concealed many elders of the academy. After my identity was exposed, I fled in fear of punishment. The Outer Court and Wen Ren were so close to the Light Path Classic; did they think I was also a remnant of the Light Path Classic? Otherwise, why would someone from the Light Path Classic come to help me escape during this month?
So Grand Master Feng wanted The Book of Radiant Path—hahaha!
Gu Ping suddenly burst into laughter, bending over like a shrimp, laughing uncontrollably.
Sigh, he was wrong. He thought that after the Nine Nether Invasion, the Celestial Dao Gate could divert attention from the Nine Nether Sect. Little did he know that in the eyes of the Daoist Sect, the threat of the Light Path Classic was far greater than that of the Nine Nether Invasion. Hahaha, such is the way of sorrow and light.
Gu Ping's twisted smile revealed a crystalline tear from Liu Dong. At that moment, he realized he should be grateful; at least he had encountered his master, Yin Tianheng. And I don't deny it. Like the Light Path Classic, after striving for tens of thousands of years, it was all in vain, leaving him with nothing but a reputation tarnished by scorn.
Bold and reckless, he dared to be so audacious outside the academy's gate. The actions of the Light Path Classic angered both gods and men alike. How could we, as reckless fools, argue against this? It would be unwise to let go of my weapon and hand over The Book of Radiant Path; perhaps the Old Man would show some leniency.
Show leniency? Gu Ping looked disdainfully at Grand Master Feng. Just based on me?
It seems I won't shed tears until I see the coffin.
It seems this old Commoner has no intention of backing down.
Boldly, a disciple named Feng Daoming from Grand Master Feng's side shouted. He was a True Disciple under the Sealed Grand Ancestor and declared that he would take my life.
With that, he launched his flying sword directly at Gu Ping, disregarding Chen Minghua and others entirely.
Gu Ping smiled nonchalantly and stepped along the mountain path as if Feng Daoming were nothing. However, Chen Minghua and the others behind Gu Ping felt an increasingly powerful pressure from the Divine Cultivator, making their feet feel as heavy as lead, rendering them unable to move an inch.
Xuanming, my junior brother, is underestimating them.
No matter; they will have to hold on tight.
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