lerbook Chapter 48: Water! Of! God! Power!
Chapter 48: Water! Of! God! Power!
A black chain suddenly flew over!
Like a sharp sword piercing through! Zhang Ping's pupils contracted, and his waist knife instantly drew to parry.
clang!
The blade clashed violently with the chain, producing a piercing metallic clang.
"Hmm? The power is off!" An Qing's heart skipped a beat. Through the tactile sensation transmitted through the chains, he keenly sensed that Zhang Ping's hidden strength far exceeded his apparent power. "So it's just a larger insect!"
He held nothing back, and several more chains burst forth from behind him, transforming into a sky full of prisoner's shrouds that enveloped Zhang Ping!
"Damn it!" Zhang Ping had never encountered such a relentless barrage of chains; he felt as if he were trapped in a siege. What sank him even further was...
Anqing's strength has actually reached the Refining Realm!
His lack of combat experience immediately became apparent. In a moment of carelessness, the thick chain lashed out at his back, slamming him violently into the ground!
The earth suddenly cracked.
Anqing's maniacal laughter echoed across the surrounding area: "Hahaha... Little bug, is that all you've got? Don't blame me for being ruthless!"
He stepped forward, walking towards Zhang Ping in the mud pit.
Having taken only two steps, Anqing's half-female face suddenly roared, "Watch out!"
boom--!
A surge of powerful black energy erupted from Zhang Ping's center! Everything within a ten-meter radius turned to ashes!
Anqing was terrified and fled in panic! Chains around him frantically gathered in front of him, instantly forming a thick shield.
Bang! The black blood energy crashed into the shield like a raging tide. Even though it was blocked, the terrifying impact still sent him flying hundreds of meters, carving a deep trench in the ground.
"Black blood and qi?!" An Qing looked up in disbelief.
Zhang Ping had already stood up from the mud pit! His whole body was shrouded in churning black mist, and his pupils shone with an astonishing brightness, radiating divine light.
"A parasitic demon?" Zhang Ping's eyes gleamed with eagle-like patterns, and his power of insight pierced through An Qing's body, reaching the evil shadow deep within his soul.
"A formless soul? Or a special kind..."
Zhang Ping was no stranger to the name Wuxianghun, a demon who had once wreaked havoc in the Wei Kingdom.
An Qing was still reeling from the shock when he suddenly heard the other party expose his background. An extreme killing intent instantly overwhelmed his reason!
"You're courting death!" Countless chains transformed into hundreds of whip shadows, tearing through the air and lashing out fiercely!
A cold smile crept across Zhang Ping's lips as he took a step forward! Black qi and blood swirled around his body like a whirlwind, and his size increased dramatically with each step! His clothes ripped apart, revealing his bronze-colored, bulging muscles.
"Divine power! Divine speed!"
"Demon Blade - Radiant Light!"
His figure blurred into an afterimage, almost invisible to the naked eye. Zhang Ping dodged the layers of chains with incredible angle and speed! The longsword in his hand, which appeared short after his transformation, unleashed a blinding slash!
"That speed?!" An Qing was shocked and scrambled to the right to dodge!
scoff!
The blade grazed the left arm! The entire arm, along with half of the shoulder, flew into the air! Colorless blood splattered everywhere!
"Ah—!" A piercing, androgynous scream shattered eardrums. An Qing's gaze was fixed on Zhang Ping, his eyes blazing with bloodlust.
"This isn't human power! What are you?!"
"Outsider..." he suddenly murmured hoarsely, the half of his face that appeared feminine.
"Demon Slayer...you are not from the former territory of Wei and Zhao..."
Demon Slayer? A question flashed through Zhang Ping's mind.
He used the power of the Ghost Blade, which is essentially demonic power. Why did the other party suspect him of being a Demon Slayer? What is a Demon Slayer?
Anqing has descended into utter madness!
He roared to the sky, his half-male, half-female face twitching and churning violently, as if it were about to merge into one! Along with this bizarre fusion, the power emanating from his body also surged wildly!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Ping swung his sword and slashed quickly!
Clang! Sparks flew! The longsword was firmly blocked by the chains binding Anqing! The chains were made of a strange material, incredibly hard, even Yaoguang couldn't cut through them!
"Damn it!" Zhang Ping frowned, slamming the knife into the ground with his backhand! He instantly channeled all his strength into his right arm and threw a punch!
The force of the punch was like the roar of an angry dragon, sending Anqing flying backwards for another hundred meters!
Despite the impenetrable chain defenses, Anqing inside remained completely unharmed!
"Useless..." A completely neutral voice rang out, neither male nor female.
"No one can stop us... We are united..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black chains binding him began to fade, turning into dazzling pure gold! The surging demonic aura vanished completely, replaced by a pure, sacred, and boundless power of light!
Zhang Ping immediately felt the power of the Ghost Blade within him being severely suppressed! His teeth clenched so tightly they cracked:
"impossible!"
The power of demons is sinister and murky; it's impossible for it to be so open and aboveboard! There's definitely something wrong with the chains in Anqing!
The golden chains unfurled like mercury, revealing Anqing clad in golden armor.
"Little bug, I admire your struggle. But a bug is still a bug. No matter how hard you climb, you will eventually be crushed!" He slowly raised his right hand, and the countless golden chains instantly condensed into a magnificent giant sword!
"Look closely... this is the power of a god!"
The greatsword swung down! A violent and surging golden sword light pressed down like the sky collapsing!
Zhang Ping felt his blood and energy instinctively retreat! He roared inwardly, "Yaoguang!"
The black blade energy surged upwards!
However, the moment the black blade energy touched the golden sword light, it melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the sun!
Unstoppable!
Boom—!
Smoke, dust, and debris shot into the sky! A huge crater, tens of meters in diameter, was left in the spot!
At the bottom of the pit, Zhang Ping knelt on one knee, a terrifying, deep wound that exposed bone, tearing from his shoulder all the way to his thigh! Thick blood gushed out.
"Huff... Huff..." The excruciating pain almost made him faint.
Fortunately, the Earth Dragon Regeneration Beast Pattern activated in time, the bleeding stopped quickly, and the damaged muscles began to slowly wriggle and heal.
He struggled to lift his head, gazing at the eerie golden figure suspended in mid-air, his heart filled with resentment like a venomous snake.
"Damn it... There's no water source nearby, so I can't use the power of water at all! I can only rely on the Ghost Blade to hold on... My martial arts level is still too low, dragging down the overall combat strength!" Zhang Ping felt his shortcomings very clearly at this moment.
(Unified explanation, not the complete version)
But right now, survival is the top priority!
Otherwise, let alone rushing through Lingchuan to rescue Fu Huiying, I would have to die here first!
"Hahaha..." Seeing his disheveled appearance, An Qing laughed wildly and waved his hand, unleashing another sharp sword light!
Zhang Ping dragged his injured body and rolled around in a sorry state to dodge!
As he chased and dodged, his wounds multiplied, and his strength rapidly depleted.
Approaching the limit.
Finally, another deadly sword light flashed by!
He fell heavily to the ground, his vision completely blurred by the blood, and he had exhausted even the strength to lift a finger.
I'm exhausted.
"Bug, game over." An Qing's mockery vanished, replaced by a chilling cruelty in his eyes.
The sky suddenly darkened, with dark clouds gathering like ink, as if mourning the departed. The biting winter wind was fierce and piercing.
Dark clouds swirled overhead, forming a massive vortex, with lightning flashing wildly! Large raindrops pelted down, instantly turning into a torrential downpour!
Rain blurred the view, and murky mud quickly accumulated at the bottom of the giant pit.
Anqing slowly raised the golden greatsword, a cruel smile curving his lips, and unleashed the final blow!
"Farewell, insect..."
The deadly sword light was about to pierce Zhang Ping's body!
Right now—
The black aura covering Zhang Ping's body suddenly dissipated.
A hand covered in mud is raised high out of the muddy water!
"The power of the Water God!"