Chen Ping walked forward with his hands behind his back, his tone lazy yet utterly arrogant, “First, kneel down and apologize to me and my underlings, then get out of here, and this matter is over.”
“Second, I’ll beat all four of you down and then make you kneel down and apologize.”
Which one do you choose?
Upon hearing this, the steward seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and laughed in anger: “A mere ant of a Great Luo Golden Immortal dares to spout nonsense in front of me! You have no sense of death!”
Before he finished speaking, a sudden burst of pitch-black death energy erupted from his body, the Daoist aura of withered bones surged, and countless pale white bone claws faintly appeared in the void, carrying a sinister aura that corroded the soul, and fiercely grabbed at Chen Ping!
The other three black-robed disciples attacked simultaneously, surrounding Chen Ping from three sides and sealing off all his escape routes with chilling killing intent.
Luo Xiaoqi’s face turned pale, and her heart was in her throat.
But the next moment, the wind in the courtyard suddenly stopped, and the murderous intent vanished.
With a casual gesture, Chen Ping revealed a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of gray-black chaotic origin.
Those ferocious and chilling bone claws and sinister death aura, the moment they touched the chaotic Dao rhythm, were like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, instantly melting, annihilating, and vanishing without a trace.
The chilling, murderous aura that permeated the entire courtyard vanished in an instant.
The four cultivators from the Dry Bone Sect froze on the spot, their faces filled with astonishment and their minds shaken.
Before they could react, Chen Ping moved with incredible speed, instantly closing in on them.
There are no deadly moves, no earth-shattering supernatural powers.
Chen Ping continued with his lazy fighting style—raise his hand, lower it, and deliver a series of slaps.
Clap clap clap clap!
Four crisp, loud slaps rang out in succession.
The four cultivators from the Bone Sect, including the sixth-rank Immortal Lord steward, were all sent flying on the spot. They were all dazed and confused, bleeding from their mouths and noses, with swollen and red cheeks. Their bodies were filled with chaotic death energy and their Dao foundations were trembling, completely losing the ability to fight again.
The entire process took less than a breath, clean and decisive, with no doubt about the outcome.
Chen Ping clapped his hands and sighed helplessly, “I told you I could handle it, but you insisted on forcing me to take action. You really don’t know what’s good for you.”
He walked slowly to the fallen deacon, looked down at him, and said in a calm tone, “Go back and tell your sect leader of the Dry Bones Sect.”
“My name is Chen Ping, and I live here.”
“If you’re not satisfied, come and get your revenge anytime. Don’t try these sneaky, ambush tactics; it’s pointless. If you’re going to fight, let’s do it fair and square.”
The steward lay prostrate on the ground, both fearful and furious, staring intently at Chen Ping with eyes full of deep-seated hatred, yet he dared not utter a single harsh word.
He finally realized that the seemingly lowly and honest rogue cultivator in front of him was actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing, with terrifying strength!
“roll.”
Chen Ping didn’t bother to look at it again and casually uttered a single word.
The four cultivators from the Dry Bone Sect felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They scrambled to their feet and fled the courtyard in a disheveled state, wishing they had two more legs.
From then on, Chen Ping became sworn enemies with the Dry Bone Sect.
The news spread throughout the entire South Street of Wandao City—a ruthless man named Chen Ping had arrived on South Street. He seemed honest and easy to bully, but in reality, his combat power was heaven-defying. He could crush the Immortal Lord of the Dry Bone Sect with a wave of his hand. He had a mild temper but was extremely protective of his own. Anyone who messed with him was doomed.
After this incident, Luo Xiaoqi became a complete fan of Chen Ping, his number one admirer, and worked even harder and more loyally.
In the following days, Chen Ping lived a more and more comfortable and carefree life.
During the day, he would take Luo Xiaoqi around the city, eating all kinds of spiritual food, listening to all kinds of gossip, and gathering information about the Dao Ruins. He would also take the opportunity to relax and watch the show, observing the battles and competitions among various cultivators.
When he encounters domineering cultivators who bully the weak, he takes the opportunity to subdue them, punish evil and promote good, show off his skills, and occasionally pick up some storage bags or fragments of magic weapons that others have dropped, making a small profit of spirit stones.
When he encountered friendly and easy-going rogue cultivators, he would approach them to chat and boast, build connections, and gather information. In just a few days, he became extremely popular and had a stellar reputation among the lower-level rogue cultivators.
At the same time, through various intelligence sources, he thoroughly understood all the dangers and rules of the Primordial Dao Ruins.
The Primordial Dao Ruins open once every three hundred years. When the ruins open, the chaotic currents of broken Daos rage, Dao nightmares run rampant, space collapses, and primordial storms rage, with killing intent lurking everywhere.
But the most terrifying thing is never the danger of the Dao Ruins itself, but the powerful figures from all sides who gather there.