2502: C2502 Stubborn Fool 1

C2502 Stubborn Fool 1

Old Bell's pupils became focused, turning into a black dot. Two sharp teeth appeared from the corner of his mouth as he roared at Yang Ping. Zhu Yan's face was grim as he stared at Liu Tie's footsteps warily. With a distance of ten meters, he had arrived before them in a single step.

Yang Ping gathered his peak strength and punched Old Bell.

Old Bell laughed sinisterly. To dare to compete with him in physical strength, that was simply courting death. He let out a loud roar and pounced forward. His sharp claws refined the red light as he tried to grab Yang Ping's head in an attempt to blow it up.

Zhu Yan moved behind him and stabbed his sword into Yang Ping's back.

Bang!

The huge collision between Old Bell and Yang Ping caused the entire corridor to fall into a short silence. The oil paintings fell to the ground one by one. A huge amount of dust fell from the cracks, engulfing the entire corridor.

Zhu Yan's sword had already reached his back and was about to pierce through.

Ah!

Old Bell's eyes were wide open as he saw lines of blood appearing on his arm. The blood flowed out from his arm at a visible rate and dripped onto the ground. Pain came from his arm and drilled into his internal organs.

Yang Ping's face was cold, his fist broke Old Bell's claws and hit his chest, his body moved to the side, avoiding Zhu Yan's sword qi. His body was in the air, and he kicked on the sword with one leg, finally hovering above Old Bell.

Time seemed to stand still.

The silver needle in Yang Ping's hand emitted a bright light as it pierced Old Bell's head.

Wu Tie's expression changed as he roared, "You dare!" Old Bell was a VIP of Zhu Family, and was a representative of the European royal family. If he died in the Dragon City, forget about the dream of marriage between the two families, even Zhu Family would be affected.

Ah!

His body was stiff as he blankly stared at the front, causing Zhu Yan's heart to turn cold. Just like how he defeated Liu Cheng, he was pierced by Liu Tie in one move.

He no longer hid his strength and forced Yang Ping to leave with a move of his Heaven Flying Immortal technique.

Yang Ping dodged the sword qi and jumped among the countless sword qi. In the end, he used a punch to break the last wisp of sword qi and landed at the elevator with a cold look on his face. Old Bell's body was on the verge of collapse as he sat on the ground while constantly trembling. His youthful appearance was slowly aging. Wrinkles appeared on his smooth skin and he instantly aged ten years.

That one needle had destroyed Old Bell's balance, causing him to fall back from the realm of a prince.

Zhu Yan quickly injected his strength into Yang Ping and tried to stabilize Old Bell's cultivation level. He fiercely turned his head and stared at Yang Ping, saying coldly, "I have endured again and again, but not only do you not know how to repay kindness, you even ruined my plans time and time again. "If you leave the hotel today, I, Zhu Yan, will be making a huge mistake."

Yang Ping sneered, "Idiot."

Zhu Yan laughed crazily. His face turned sinister and his pupils turned black, but in reality, they had risen up like an ancient Vicious Beasts. Every part of him was filled with a dangerous aura, the sword in his hands trembled, wailed, and finally shattered into pieces that floated around him.

"Shattered Yuan Sword!"

Zhu Yan used the ultimate technique that he had been hiding all this time, the Shattered Yuan Sword. It was an attack from the Ancient Martial Arts at the peak of the underground realm, a move that far surpassed that of the Heaven Flying Immortal. As the name implied, Essence Fragment could cut through elemental energy, not to mention ordinary energy. Essence was a new type of energy that allowed one to break through the control of a Saint. The Shattered Yuan Sword cut through the air and shattered the energy.

A sense of alarm arose in Yang Ping's heart, causing his expression to turn serious. He felt a sense of deadly danger. The Shattered Yuan Sword Zhu Yan used was extremely terrifying. The sword qi had yet to arrive, but it felt like his soul was being sliced apart, causing an incomparable amount of pain.

The Spiritual World he gathered showed signs of collapsing.

Not good!

Yang Ping's expression changed as he tried his best to stabilize his Spiritual World. His body was on the verge of collapsing.

Zhu Yan stood up with an expressionless face. However, the sword fragments around him had turned into runes, imprinting themselves in the air. Each rune had reassembled, and it looked like a black hole had exploded. Zhu Yan's body turned into a black hole, absorbing a higher level.

Yang Ping's heart shook. The Ancient Martial Arts that Zhu Yan had displayed seemed to be different from the traditional Ancient Martial Arts of Jiang Hu.

The Shattered Yuan Sword, the Ancient Martial Arts at the peak of the underground realm was beyond common sense.

Zhu Yan walked towards Yang Ping step by step and revealed a strong killing intent as he said coldly, "I didn't want to use this move too early, but you kept forcing me to. "Yang Ping, you should be happy about it. Do not blame me for not giving you the chance to do so. You were the one who cut off your own path of retreat."

"Shattered Yuan Sword!"

Zhu Yan was too lazy to waste his breath and pointed at Yang Ping.

There was nothing for him to retreat to. There was an elevator behind him, but it disappeared, the corridor no longer existed, and the oil painting returned to its original form. Even Zhu Yan and Old Bell had turned to dust, and only a void sword remained in his eyes.

After a moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure.

Since Zhu Yan used his ultimate move to kill him, Yang Ping could no longer hide it. His pupils emitted a golden light as his body turned into nothingness. Golden runes that were of a higher level than Zhu Yan appeared in his mind.

The most obvious mark of the change in the Ancient Martial Arts was the runes.

The symbols represented a higher level of power.

Yang Ping took a deep breath. Every breath he took, another rune appeared within his Spiritual World. With a flash of the rune, it condensed into a silver needle.

The battle between the two was more of a mental battle.

Be it the void or the runes, they were all used to attack the opponent's Spiritual World.

Five Elements Acupuncture!

Uniting of Five Elements!

Yang Ping shouted as a golden needle mark appeared on his forehead.

Boom!

The Meteor Shattering Sword overflowed with colors as the colors on it flowed. In an instant, it arrived in front of Yang Ping. The golden needles and the Meteor Shattering Sword clashed, and time came to a halt.

Zhu Yan stared coldly at Yang Ping. He was very confident in his' Essence Fragment Sword '. It was as if he could see Yang Ping being turned into dust by the' Essence Fragment Sword 'with a cold smile on his face.

Yang Ping looked at him coldly without any distractions.

Both of them had a strong confidence in being able to defeat the other.

Suddenly, Zhu Yan frowned and felt that something was off. The Shattered Yuan Sword that he had used did not even shatter the golden needle, but instead began to show signs of breaking. His expression changed as he cried out, "How is this possible?"

Pfft!

The Shattered Yuan Sword was not stable, it turned into particles and disappeared. The golden needle broke through the Shattered Yuan Sword and pierced towards Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan felt his Spiritual World crumble. In front of his eyes was a vast expanse, and only a golden needle was rotating, arriving in front of him. An extremely cold face appeared in the sky above his head. It was the arrival of a god of death.

Zhu Yan's heart trembled and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

How could the golden needle summon the god of death?!

It must be an illusion!

Zhu Yan let out a loud roar and once again condensed the Shattered Yuan Sword. However, the Ancient Martial Arts that he was so proud of, in front of the Five Elements Acupuncture, was so childish and laughable.

The sky vanished, returning to reality.

The golden needle spun in between his eyebrows. Yang Ping's face was pale as he controlled the golden needle to not pierce into Zhu Yan's forehead. If he didn't control it, Zhu Yan would be dead by now. The instant he killed Zhu Yan, he thought of Zhu Xi's pained eyes and his heart softened. In the end, he did not kill her.

Zhu Yan stood rooted to the spot with a blank look on his face.

How could this be?2

Yang Ping's level was far lower than his, so how could he win against him!

Zhu Yan was unwilling to accept it. He was in pain and tangled. In the end, he became extremely mad and shouted, "There must be someone secretly helping you. Otherwise, you won't be able to defeat me."

Yang Ping sighed and flicked his finger.

When the force hit Zhu Yan, he let out a groan and flew out horizontally.

Yang Ping no longer cared about it and turned around to leave.

Walking out of the hotel.

Yang Ping grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood. He forcefully controlled the Five Elements Acupuncture, not to mention others, even himself was injured. The destructive energy forcefully remained in his body, suffering a backlash. At this moment, he was severely injured.

He called Sunn Wangyue.

He still had to help Zhu Xi get rid of the leftover medicinal effect. He couldn't afford to delay any longer, even though he was severely injured, and walking was a problem.

The call connected, but it was someone else's voice. It was cold, resentful, and full of eeriness.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you, Yang Ping."

Yang Ping's face was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Augustine, you are not dead yet."

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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