Chapter 29: One Battle, Total Annihilation

After this collision with Jia Li, the Azure Light Sword was completely ruined, and its originally mirror-smooth blade was filled with hair-thin cracks.

Hehe! Good! Good move, Azure Light Sword! If your artifact were a mid-grade magical item, or if your sword light had reached the Six Paths, today Jia Li would surely die here regretting it! Too bad! There aren't that many 'ifs' in the world.

Jia Li blocked the strike, couldn't help but retreat three steps; though unharmed, his heart was greatly shocked.

The technique is a low-grade spell, the sword a low-grade magical sword; theoretically, given their quality limits, they could not possibly harm him under any circumstances.

But the reality is that he really was pushed back three steps by it, so he couldn't help but praise it, while also feeling a bit regretful.

Regarding Jia Li's words, Wang Ping curled the corner of his mouth, didn't refute, put the Azure Light Sword back into his storage bag, and the sword's power was already clear to him.

The power of the sword ring formed by the final three sword lights merging is more than three times greater than that of the original three sword lights merging.

Once he obtained the mid-grade Azure Light Sword Technique and exchanged it for a high-grade sword,

Wang Ping felt that, in the Qi Refining stage, unless the opponent possessed a top-grade defensive magical item, nothing could block his azure light ring.

Limited by the Azure Light Sword's own material, it could not withstand Wang Ping's stronger mental power and more pure spiritual power, so the azure light ring's power reached only one-fifth of what he had envisioned.

Now Wang Ping's formidable mental power has reached the level that Hei Tian initially had, yet he still hasn't cultivated to the limit of the Qi Refining stage.

As for his cultivation, over ten years, with the aid of elixirs and the spiritual energy of the Spirit Realm, he is now at late Qi Refining, fast approaching Great Perfection.

Inside his dantian, 1280 strands of spiritual power condensed into a cluster, emitting an astonishing spiritual power fluctuation.

Precisely based on his own strength, Wang Ping has such confidence.

Swish!

After storing the Azure Light Sword in his storage bag, Wang Ping released the Overturn Heaven Seal.

Now that his cultivation has greatly increased, controlling this perfect magical item is even more easy and natural.

The crystal-colored small seal still hovered above Wang Ping's head, dropping strands of crystal light.

In the distance, Jia Li's heart jumped for no reason, and he inexplicably felt a bit panicked.

What's going on?

Why does he feel a great terror descending? Could it be because the opponent just sacrificed that crystal-colored small seal?

Years of combat experience let Jia Li, at the instant this emotion arose, unhesitatingly take out a golden talisman and ignite it with spiritual power.

As the talisman burned quickly, a golden protective shield appeared around Jia Li's body.

On the shield, golden halos flowed, while it also emitted a peaceful aura.

In the distance, Wang Ping looked in surprise at the golden circle enveloping Jia Li.

A hint of wariness rose in his heart; those who could cultivate to the late stage and Great Perfection indeed always have a few trump cards.

That first‑order high‑grade defensive talisman before him is rarely seen in the cultivation world.

Having tested the power of the Azure Light Sword Technique, Wang Ping didn't want to waste time, so he directly unleashed the Overturn Heaven Seal to smash his opponent.

The crystal-colored Overturn Heaven Seal suddenly enlarged in flight, almost in the blink of an eye growing to three zhang in size.

Jia Li felt something was wrong, wanted to flee, but shockingly discovered he could not move at all.

His eyes filled with terror, he desperately circulated his spiritual power, his body bursting with copious red light, while the external spiritual shield trembled incessantly.

Jia Li felt utterly unwilling; after arduous cultivation he had reached his present realm, with hope of Foundation Establishment and expectation of longevity, yet today he would die and vanish.

He even wanted to beg for mercy, but it was already too late; the Overturn Heaven Seal came down heavily, the high‑grade defensive talisman and his bodily spiritual light couldn't even hold for an instant, and he was directly crushed beneath the great seal.

Boom!

The surrounding ground shuddered, and the snow within a ten‑zhang radius was blown in all directions by the violent airflow.

Wang Ping approached the great seal, raised his right hand, and the Overturn Heaven Seal instantly shrank, returning to his hand.

Gazing at the pool of blood‑mud on the ground, Wang Ping expressionlessly flicked his left sleeve, and a storage bag stained with blood appeared in his hand.

The moment he touched the storage bag, a cleansing spell was cast; by the time he grabbed it with his hand, the bag was already spotless.

Whoosh!

Wang Ping directly rode the wind upward; just as he was about to leave, he inadvertently glanced and noticed the square‑shaped large pit.

For some reason, the three words "Soul Refining Hall" popped into his mind.

After thinking, Wang Ping condensed a light sword from spiritual power; this is an ability he can grasp after breaking through to late Qi Refining, allowing him to project and solidify spiritual power.

Such a light sword isn't very powerful, but it's still quite easy to use for cutting this ground.

Wang Ping continuously chopped with the light sword in his hand; the ground below kept showing cracks, and the nearly two‑meter‑deep square pit was cut into a mess.

The blood‑mud inside the pit also almost disappeared during this process.

After finishing all this, Wang Ping summoned a moon‑black small bell and gently shook it.

Ding ding ding clang clang clang!

The clear bell sound, unaffected by wind and snow, continued to ring around the pit.

Wang Ping extended his spiritual power, covering a radius of a hundred zhang, constantly monitoring the surroundings; soon, specks of green light emerged from where the Overturn Heaven Seal had fallen.

As the bell sound continued, more and more green light coalesced, eventually forming a humanoid silhouette.

That silhouette, under the bell's influence, wobbled toward Wang Ping.

He temporarily lacked an artifact capable of storing yin souls, so he could only have it re‑enter the silver‑white block.

After doing all that, he then shot up into the sky again, muttering: "From just now until now, hasn't even been a cup of tea's time!"

After ten years of arduous cultivation, having entered late Qi Refining, thanks to his pure spiritual power, he can now fly freely in the air without hesitation.

Inside his dantian, the massive cluster of spiritual power instantly replenishes a strand whenever he consumes one.

Since the replenishment speed exceeds consumption, Wang Ping flew full‑force against the wind and snow, yet felt no instability in his internal spiritual power.

His current flight speed is still not as fast as his running speed on the ground.

But the sensation of flying in the sky is something he doesn't have on the ground.

A kind of freedom—stepping on the wind, walking with the wind—that he could never experience running on the ground his whole life.

Here Wang Ping flies at full speed, while over there Lan Bing has already fallen into a deadly peril.

Even though the Green Ruyi's defensive effect was strong, it could not withstand the frantic bombardment of a dozen cultivators.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Green Ruyi finally shattered.

He and his sister were completely exposed to the attacks of numerous cultivators.

Both siblings were at the late stage of Qi Refining, but they had little combat experience; moreover, having been pursued over a long distance, their stamina, spiritual power, and will were already on the verge of collapse.

Therefore, after the Green Ruyi shattered, his defense showed countless loopholes.

Lan Xue'er fell first, and Lan Bing struggled to resist for several rounds, but he also couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground.

The siblings' bodies were covered in bloodstains, especially Lan Xue'er, a pampered young lady of noble birth and also a cultivator; regardless of appearance or demeanor, she was a beauty rare as one in ten thousand.

Especially now, having suffered grave injuries, they were like a little white sheep fallen into a wolf pack.

Most of the cultivators of the Three Kill Sect are vicious rogue cultivators; how could they resist seeing such a woman?

Each of them had a lecherous gleam in their eyes, but fortunately they still retained some rationality, knowing that the boss hadn't returned yet, so they merely wounded them and left them unable to move, then gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing without restraint.

Lan Bing held his sister's hand; the two siblings exchanged a smile, each seeing in the other's eyes the resolve to die.

If we cannot escape to the heavens today, then let us siblings rest eternally here!

Lan Bing gazed at the sky, which was dim and overcast with dark clouds, countless crystal-like snowflakes falling from the air.

Just then, a flash of green light suddenly caught the corner of his eye.

Ah!

A miserable cry rang out; Lan Bing hurriedly turned his head, and the sight before him left him stunned on the spot.

The cultivators who had just besieged them were repeatedly slain by a mysterious, elusive circle of light.

That circle of light moved extremely fast, appearing only momentarily when it touched the bodies of those cultivators before vanishing again.

In the span of a single breath, only one cultivator at the late stage of Artifact Refining remained on the field.

That cultivator's soul nearly fled; he was so frightened he collapsed to the ground, shouting in terror, 'Don't come over, don't come over!'

It seemed this plea had effect; the previously invisible circle of light suddenly appeared three feet before that cultivator.

Lan Bing let out a regretful sigh, and that cultivator also exhaled in relief.

At this moment, the green color suddenly vibrated; before the two could realize what was happening, the green circle of light suddenly shattered.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Streaks of green light fragments shot out in all directions; their speed and force were terrifying.

Lan Bing hurriedly pressed his sister to the ground to avoid the fragment attack.

As for that cultivator, his face still bore a trace of relief at having survived the ordeal, but a metallic fragment was lodged in his forehead.