Chapter 85: The Foundation Establishment Cultivator Who Fell

You don't want to say it?

Forget it! What difference does it make whether I speak or not! Take one of my swords; if you don't die, I'll leave immediately.

Wang Ping muttered to himself, and then in the dark night sky of the wasteland, three azure sword lights suddenly appeared.

The leading cultivator was only slightly dazed for a moment; after he came to his senses, the three sword lights vanished, and only one azure sword light remained, thrusting toward him in his field of view.

After breaking through to Qi Refining Great Perfection, Wang Ping also used the Three Sword Lights Unity for the first time.

He was not yet clear about its power.

So this time he used that cultivator to test his sword.

Actually, all cultivators' unease comes from their awareness of their own strength.

If a cultivator is weaker than Wang Ping, he will absolutely feel nothing.

If strength is about the same as his, there will be a slight pressure; if greater, a sense of danger; if overwhelming, well! This situation basically means certain death!

The opposing leader cultivator only made Wang Ping feel a little uneasy, but certainly not to the point of feeling danger.

As for that, Wang Ping didn't pursue it further, just thrust out a sword, blocked it, huh! Then thrust another sword.

As for what was just said, heh! Only a three-year-old would believe that!

The leader cultivator naturally didn't know Wang Ping's thoughts; he was currently circulating his spiritual power at full strength, and a purple light shield suddenly appeared on his body surface.

Lightning-type spiritual power?

This isn't over yet; the cultivator then burst forth a scarlet ray of light. That red light was extremely dazzling, dyeing the world within a radius of a hundred zhang red.

Top-grade armor?

Is this his trump card?

No way!

Wang Ping's eyes flashed with a strange color, but he didn't show anything; he continued to control the Azure Gleam Sword, thrusting straight forward, though he silently gripped a defensive talisman in his hand.

Block it!

Block it for me!

I have body-protection spiritual light from a top-grade cultivation method, and top-grade armor; I don't believe this sword can't be blocked.

The leader cultivator's face was ferocious, and in his heart he roared with fury.

Crack!

The purple body-protection spiritual light held for an instant, then shattered with a boom.

After breaking through the body-protection spiritual light, the azure sword light was unaffected, still thrusting toward the leader cultivator's body with unstoppable force!

Creak!

Plop!

Even the top-grade magic armor only lasted an extra third of a breath before being pierced again by the Azure Gleam Sword.

Bang!

At the same moment the cultivator's body was pierced, Wang Ping also suffered an attack.

The attacker from behind, with incredible speed and power, directly shattered his body-protection spiritual light; but that brief block allowed a yellowish light to flare up, shielding him from this strike!

Damn! It can block a Foundation Establishment cultivator's defensive talisman!

A voice of frustration and panic rang out in the night!

Little did he know, Wang Ping was now even more shocked and angry; the sneak attacker's power was nothing.

But the way the attack was launched—silent and undetectable, even able to shield his spiritual sense—was the truly terrifying part.

Whoosh!

The Azure Gleam Sword returned to his side again; immediately, Wang Ping slapped his storage bag, and a cracked crystal great seal appeared in his hand.

This is precisely the Fan Tian Seal; in the market city, to protect him, it had always been hard, but that attack swept it, and it only lasted a breath before developing a crack.

Yet its defensive power never weakened.

He tossed it above his head, and strands of crystal light again fell down.

Afterward, he narrowed his eyes and looked toward the place where he had just been fighting.

A young-faced cultivator walked over slowly, stopping three meters in front of him.

Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Wang Ping said each word with a pause, then denied his own guess: he had seen Foundation Establishment cultivators before, and their aura wasn't this weak.

He used to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but his realm has dropped again; judging by what you just displayed, it seems like our Qingyue Sword Sect's Azure Light Sword Technique, but only the first layer! It seems you also bought it from some shop! Yet your Azure Light Sword Technique seems astonishingly powerful—even the second layer's Six Sword Lights Convergence is no more than this! Can you tell me why?

The cultivator lurking in the darkness revealed his face; to Wang Ping, he was greatly surprised, not only possessing a False Divine Sense, but also owning a defensive talisman capable of blocking a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a possessor of a million spirit stones, the Qingdi Changsheng Gong, a genius artifact refiner, and a top-grade magic sword.

For an ordinary cultivator, possessing any one of these would be a tremendous fortune, yet this kid actually has them all.

Could he be a cultivator possessing great fortune!

Thinking of this, he for some reason felt a hint of gloom in his heart.

I always thought that cultivator would have powerful magic artifacts and treasures like talismans; now it seems that unease comes from you! Listening to your earlier words, it seems to come from the Qingyue Sect?

Wang Ping's demeanor was calm, his tone relaxed, showing no sign of tension at all.

Even his tone had a hint of nonchalance, and his words gave no response whatsoever to the Foundation Establishment cultivator whose realm had dropped.

The opposing cultivator's face sank; as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, when has he ever been so ignored? Even though his realm has dropped, he's still a lean dead camel bigger than a horse.

Thus, he spoke with a grim face:

Impudent! You, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, dare to speak to me like this? Don't think that just because my realm has dropped you can provoke the dignity of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Wang Ping said: "What's your name? As the first Foundation Establishment cultivator I've killed, it's somewhat commemorative! In years to come, maybe your descendants, relatives, and lovers will forget your existence, but perhaps someday when I recall my past battles, your name will appear for a moment. Even if just a moment, that's enough for you!"

Zhang Qǐwen instinctively felt a surge of anger rush to his forehead; he wanted to immediately slay this hateful brat.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The eerily silent wasteland, so quiet it made people anxious, suddenly echoed with a series of chilling wind sounds.

"Kid, this is your arrogance..."

Whoosh!

Azure gleam sliced past, and the wind sound ceased!

Zhang Qifeng's words rose to his lips but suddenly stopped; he stared in shock at the wind dragon vortex cleaved by that azure sword light.

The high-level spell he had been casting was actually interrupted.

Three meters away, Wang Ping calmly said: "Too noisy! Since you won't give your name, just go die!"

Just as his words fell, the Azure Gleam Sword trembled again, splitting into three sword lights, then merging together to slash at Zhang Qifeng with an unstoppable posture.

Not bad; this time Wang Ping used a slash instead of a thrust.

Zhang Qifeng let out a cold snort: "You think you can kill me with a single sword? Do you think we're the same as those Qi Refining cultivators!"

Boom!

Zhang Qifeng, worthy of being a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even with his realm fallen, still relied on a damaged rod-shaped magical treasure to block Wang Ping's sword.

Wang Ping curled the corner of his mouth and said: "I never said I'd kill you with one sword! I've prepared a hundred swords; let's see if you can withstand them."

Next, Wang Ping struck with sword after sword, a violent barrage of slashes.

The night in the wasteland was pitch black and extremely cold.

But at this moment, none of that compared to the chill rising in Zhang Qifeng's heart.

When did the first level of the Azure Light Sword Technique become this formidable? Even with the boost of a top-grade magical artifact, it's only a twofold increase.

Sword after sword came relentlessly; within ten breaths, that kid opposite had already unleashed sixty swords.

His damaged magical treasure could still hold on a bit longer, but his spiritual power and spiritual sense were nearly exhausted; two more strikes and he would surely die.

Flee!

This thought arose in Zhang Qifeng's mind: although fleeing before a Qi Refining cultivator would damage his pride, it was still better than losing his life!

Boom!

After blocking another strike, Zhang Qifeng used the recoil to quickly retreat backward.

Seeing this, Wang Ping shook his head: this Foundation Establishment cultivator may have a high realm, but his combat experience seems lacking.

Running away now—isn't that just making himself a living target!

"Slash!"

Wang Ping suddenly let out a violent shout, so loud it even vibrated the air around him.

The Azure Gleam Sword's speed increased again; in the darkness, one could barely see a faint azure glimmer.

"No!"

Zhang Qifeng felt an intensely cold killing intent pierce his heart.

At this moment, he desperately circulated the remaining spiritual fluid in his body, unleashing the top-grade spell Wind Shield to guard his side.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The extremely sharp Azure Gleam Sword sliced into the Wind Shield; at this desperate moment, Zhang Qifeng actually regained a bit of his Foundation Establishment might!

The invincible Azure Gleam Sword actually got caught in the Wind Escape, pressing down with difficulty!

"Hahaha!"

Having escaped death, Zhang Qifeng couldn't help bursting into laughter, but soon he felt something off—it seemed as if something was smashing down from above.

Soon he saw what it was: a large crystal-colored seal smashing down toward him.

Its speed was so great he didn't even have time to react.

After suffering two perfect-grade magical artifact attacks, the Wind Shield couldn't hold and was directly shattered.

Bang!

A huge roar rang out as the crystal seal crashed to the ground.

In the darkness, Wang Ping calmly said in a low voice:

"What's there to laugh about? This is what they call joy turning to sorrow!"