Chapter 632

Soon.

The two beauties had made their decision; although Zhu Xing was currently unleashing one powerful spell after another, fighting the paper person sword cultivator to a standstill, from time to time he even pressed the paper person sword cultivator down and beat him.

If nothing unexpected happens, the paper person sword cultivator is very likely not a match for Zhu Xing, but they clearly know—who knows, this might be one of the ambushers' testing methods, not their true ability.

Once they test Zhu Xing's true ability, what awaits him will be a deadly blow.

The various abilities displayed by the assassins who ambushed Zhu Xing are enough to show that the ambushers' identity and background are extraordinary; regardless of whether Zhu Xing wins this time, what awaits him will be no good outcome.

Their relationship with Zhu Xing is not because they fell in love with him; although they are quite satisfied with his prowess in bed, more importantly, they can gain benefits from him.

Now that they know Zhu Xing has provoked an existence he shouldn't have, it's uncertain whether he can even survive; they certainly don't want to be implicated because of him.

As the saying goes, husband and wife are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, each flies away.

Let alone.

They and Zhu Xing are certainly not husband and wife; they have no interest in watching Zhu Xing and the paper person sword cultivator fight. After making up their minds, they leave at the fastest speed.

"This Daoist friend, I am Zhu Xing of the Zhu Clan of Xiang Xian; I believe we have never met before, and I think I have not offended you, so I do not know why you would ambush me."

Zhu Xing, while displaying formidable movement techniques to dodge Wang Ping'an's successive sword attacks, simultaneously unleashed one powerful spell after another, seeing that Wang Ping'an was completely being suppressed by his spells, his face showed not the slightest smugness but only solemnity, and he said:

"If I have unknowingly offended you at some point, Daoist friend, please speak plainly; I can set out a banquet to apologize to you."

Hearing Zhu Xing's apology, Wang Ping'an's heart also jolted; after this battle, he clearly realized that Zhu Xing's prowess was not that of an ordinary spoiled young master, but that of a youth who had achieved success—on the path of cultivation, having Golden Core cultivation at thirty or forty years old could already be considered youthful accomplishment.

He was utterly puzzled: how could the little Zhu Clan of Xiang Xian cultivate such a disciple?

Even a Daoist cultivation clan from the prefectural city might not necessarily be able to cultivate such outstanding disciples, let alone the local tyrants of a county.

The next moment.

Wang Ping'an neutralized one of the spells Zhu Xing had unleashed; even among Golden Core cultivators, this spell would be considered extremely destructive. With a thought, the spiritual qi wandering between heaven and earth, as if sensing some inexplicable summon, surged from all directions, forming Flying Sword after Flying Sword around him.

Technique: Myriad Sword Art!

"This is…"

Zhu Xing watched as Wang Ping'an's surroundings condensed into one Flying Sword after another, his pupils constricting sharply; he could clearly feel the fierce killing intent emanating from each Flying Sword, knowing that Wang Ping'an was likely testing his limits and preparing to unleash a killing move, he hastily made up his mind, thinking to himself:

"No, I can't let him prepare; I must strike first, not give him a chance to act!"

Upon thinking this, Zhu Xing had no hesitation; he immediately moved his mind, circulated his mana, and unleashed his trump card—a middle-grade Profound Rank spell: Flood Dragon Swallowing the Sun.

Black demonic qi erupted in clusters from his surroundings, gathering the attracted heavenly and earthly spiritual qi; a flood dragon over ten meters long gradually took shape, fierce and terrifying, like a savage beast that devours people. With a violent shout, like thunder, the flood dragon, carrying an aura capable of tearing apart rotten wood, bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it lunged at Wang Ping'an. 'This Young Master Zhu, he is indeed more formidable than I imagined!'

Even though Wang Ping'an was far away controlling the paper person for the Le Family, he could still faintly sense how terrifying the aura of this flood dragon, over ten meters long, was—not to mention ordinary people; even a Golden Core cultivator who had trained for years might be so frightened by this flood dragon that they would lose their courage and be unable to muster any resistance.

Fortunately.

Wang Ping'an was far away at the Le Family, currently controlling only a paper person; even if the paper person were destroyed, it would not pose much danger to him, and he quickly recovered from his panic.

Of course.

It might also be that since he came to this world, although he hasn't lived long, in these past few days he has witnessed life and death, and who knows how many demons and monsters have died at his hands.

Therefore.

He was not yet so timid as to be frightened into losing his courage by a mere spell, a flood dragon condensed from mana.

Watching the ferocious flood dragon lunge at him, Wang Ping'an quickly regained his composure, about to use the 'Sword Control Skill' to drive the Flying Swords condensed from the 'Myriad Sword Art' to battle the fang-baring, claw-waving flood dragon that charged straight at him, to see whether his flood dragon or his Flying Swords were fiercer, when a flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

Star Sign: Sun!

The next second, it was as if beams of light shot one after another from the sun, landing on each Flying Sword; one could clearly see the Flying Swords absorbing the energy from the beams, rapidly strengthening, and a sun imprint appearing on their blades.

This novel you have arrived at

"Again this move?"

Zhu Xing's expression changed drastically; when Wang Ping'an first used the abilities of an astrologer, strengthening warriors and cavalry with solar power, he had been frightened, but after his speculation, he thought that Wang Ping'an possessed some treasure, an artifact from an astrologer, that could use the astrologer's abilities.

But now seeing Wang Ping'an, without using any treasure, able to move the sun, making it emit beam after beam, becoming nourishment to strengthen each Flying Sword.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong? This damned thing uses the astrologer's abilities—not because he used an astrologer's treasure, but because he himself is an astrologer?"

Such a thought inevitably arose in Zhu Xing's mind, but it did not linger long before he dispelled it himself, shook his head, and said:

"No, impossible, this damned thing is clearly a sword cultivator; he cannot be an astrologer. It's not that he used the astrologer's treasure without using it, then used the astrologer's abilities; I just didn't see him use the astrologer's treasure, rather than him not using it!"

In that moment, countless miscellaneous thoughts flooded Zhu Xing's mind; he barely convinced himself not to dwell on anything else, for his most important task at present was to deal with the scoundrel who dared ambush him, yet didn't even bother to acknowledge him.

"Now!"

Wang Ping'an watched as each Flying Sword absorbed solar energy, gaining a tremendous boost; out of the corner of his eye he saw the fang-baring, claw-waving flood dragon lunging at him, his eyes lit up, and he immediately executed the skill.

Sword Control Technique + Light and Shadow Sword Technique!

(End of Chapter)