318: Chapter 318 Attack

Watching Dongfang Lin walk away, Lin Bei shook his head with a smile, "It seems the so-called Immortal's Heart-Nature isn't all that great. He couldn't even hold back for this long; it's even earlier than I expected!"

"That's fine! One less battle means fewer Cultivators will die..."

"Boss, are you just going to let him leave like that?" A ripple in the Void Realm flashed, and Kunkun appeared on his shoulder, "What did that old geezer discuss with you?"

"Sigh!" Lin Bei sighed softly, "Discussing how to kill me!"

"Wha-what-what?" The Fire Bird scratched its head, thinking something was wrong with its ears!

Lin Bei smiled mysteriously without explaining, "Issue the order: launch another attack in ten days. This time, I, the Emperor Lord, will fight alongside the army!"

In the blink of an eye, six days passed.

In the Great Xia Imperial Capital, Emperor Xia stood before the city gate, warmly seeing off a young couple.

"Yuhe! Both the Heavenly Court and the Great Xia Dynasty are in the Central Province, so it's not too far. When you have time, bring Chen Ping back to visit more often!"

Beside him, a woman spoke up immediately, "It's rare for you to come back; you should have stayed for a few more days..."

"Mother..." Xia Yuhe immediately resorted to her talent for acting spoiled, "It's just that the Heavenly Court is currently at war with the Yinming Army, and Brother Ping is worried about his Revered Master and friends!"

Emperor Xia nodded, then looked at Chen Ping, "Your cultivation... when you reach the battlefield, don't try to be a hero; protecting yourself is the most important thing!"

"Understood!" Chen Ping nodded, not saying much more.

Soon, Chen Ping and Xia Yuhe left the Great Xia Imperial Capital and headed toward the territory of the Great Shu Dynasty.

Inside a high-end restaurant in the city, the bustling scene of people coming and going had changed over the past few days.

Nine oddly dressed Cultivators had booked the entire restaurant, each occupying a table alone every day, drinking non-stop.

"Sigh! When will this ever end..." the manager sighed inwardly.

The Spirit Stones the nine gave were more than what he usually earned in a day.

However, the pressure they brought was simply too strong. Originally, there were over a dozen waiters in the restaurant.

Five days passed, and only three remained...

The manager was frowning, and when he looked up again, he was suddenly stunned!

The nine people who were just in front of his eyes were now nowhere to be seen.

"Brother Ping..." Xia Yuhe looked at Chen Ping while traveling, "You heard what my Imperial Father said, right? I heard that the alien race is very strong..."

"Don't worry! Sister He!" Chen Ping smiled slightly, "With my level of cultivation, I'm afraid not many of the alien race would actively target me..."

"Hehehe..." As soon as the words fell, eerie laughter suddenly echoed all around.

"Kid, you have quite a bit of self-awareness. However, if the alien race knew you were the top Disciple of the Lord of the Heavenly Court, that would be a different story..."

"What kind of rat is hiding there? Sneaky! Come out!" Chen Ping's eyes grew sharp, and he instinctively shielded Xia Yuhe behind him.

"Clang!" In the Void Realm, a beam of sword light ignited, slashing toward the two.

Chen Ping's gaze turned cold. With his long sword in hand, he instantly struck out nine sword shadows.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Nine roars erupted in succession, and the sword shadows and sword light dissipated simultaneously.

"Oh? The Lord of the Heavenly Court's Disciple, you really do have some tricks, don't you?"

Accompanied by a somewhat surprised voice, a youth in black robes revealed his figure, appearing in front.

"Heaven-Slashing Sword Drawing Technique?" Chen Ping's gaze was slightly cold, "Are you from the Yinyue Dynasty?"

"Guess!" A wicked smile appeared on the black-robed youth's lips.

Just then, the ripples in the Void Realm trembled continuously, and eight figures appeared in succession all around.

"Sword One, why run so fast? What? Want to hog all the credit for yourself?"

Sword Three had always been at odds with Sword One and immediately mocked him.

"Running slowly and then blaming others?" Sword One showed disdain.

"What's the use of running fast? It seems this kid has some tricks; you didn't take him down immediately?"

"Hehe... why don't you try it yourself and see?"

Xia Yuhe's pretty face changed drastically, "Brother Ping, they... they are all Saint Peak!"

"Are you the alien race? Not people from the Yinyue Dynasty?" Chen Ping frowned slightly, surveying the nine people.

The nine people's auras were clearly from the same Origin. In the Primordial Continent, he couldn't think of any faction that could field such a lineup.

"See that? See that?" Sword Three raised an eyebrow, "I said if all nine of us attacked at once, the opponent would definitely guess it!"

"Idiot!" Sword One looked at him as if he were a fool, "He's going to die anyway; does it make any difference whether he knows or not?"

Hearing the nine people not deny it, Chen Ping took a deep breath, turned to look at Xia Yuhe, and showed an encouraging expression.

The two already had a tacit understanding; Xia Yuhe immediately put away her panic and sat cross-legged in the air.

In an instant, massive spiritual power surged over, infused with the sound of wind and thunder as it poured into Chen Ping's body.

"Oh? It turns out this little girl is not simple either!" A brilliant light flashed in the eyes of the nine Sword Children.

The spiritual power in Chen Ping's body was almost about to burst him open; there was no time to bicker with them.

"Kill!" He let out a violent roar, pouring all his spiritual power into the long sword in his hand and slashing toward the nine people in front of him.

"Let me handle this!" Sword Three raised his hand to block the others who were about to attack.

The other eight Sword Children sneered, but did not refuse, choosing to step back and watch.

"Hah!" Sword Three let out a sharp whistle. Seeing that Chen Ping's sword strike had considerable power, he dared not be careless.

The Spirit Devouring Sword Clan's most proud talent, Sword Transformation, was unleashed. His whole body turned into a black long sword, meeting Chen Ping's attack.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping's pupils constricted, and he suddenly became agitated.

"You! It's you! So it was you! Ahhhh..."

Following his roar, the power of the long sword in his hand increased by several points!

"Clang, clang, clang!" The two swords collided, and the sound of metal clashing was endless!

After a breath, Chen Ping's body trembled, "Step, step, step..." He retreated several steps, returning to in front of Xia Yuhe.

"Brother... Brother Ping? What's wrong?" Seeing his eyes bloodshot, Xia Yuhe was somewhat worried.

"They..." Chen Ping stared fixedly at the nine people in front of him, "They are the ones who attacked my parents before and crippled me!"

On the other side, Sword Three also retreated dozens of zhang, turning back into human form, his face pale, showing an expression of disbelief.

"No! This kid is wrong, he... he can actually absorb my Origin power!!!"

When he finished speaking, he realized the other eight did not show much surprise.

Just now, he hadn't heard Chen Ping's words, but the other Sword Children had heard them clearly.

"So... so you were that child back then!" Sword One's expression was somewhat complex.

"Wha... what do we do now?" For a moment, several of the Sword Children were hesitant.

Although Li Wanshuang was currently missing, her current status was the true Saintess of the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan!

And, it was set by the Emperor Lord!

Sword One and Sword Three looked at each other; at this moment, they had perfect tacit understanding!

Both of them were the strongest contenders for the next Clan Chief of the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan. If this person were discovered by the clan...

"Forget it! This mission was personally arranged by the Marshal, the Emperor Lord cannot be unaware! Kill!"