Chapter 327: Chapter 327 Can You Catch It?
Chen Pingping never practiced cultivation, but he was always very strong. No one knew how he managed it, and Guang Xiaoyu also couldn’t understand it.
What she could see was Chen Pingping’s avoidance of competition.
He didn’t vie for supremacy with others or strive for dominance with the younger generation. His temperament was calm, open-minded, and carefree.
But just now, she saw a hint of fervor in Chen Pingping’s eyes.
Was that a fighting spirit?
Guang Xiaoyu didn’t know; all she knew was that the senior brother in front of her was completely different from the one she usually saw, as if he had become another person.
COUGH, COUGH!
The Emperor Son steadied his body, gave a light cough, his blue shirt fluttering in the wind, and he lifted the corners of his mouth, "It seems you do have some strength."
"There’s a familiar aura about you," said Chen Pingping.
"Familiar?"
"Yes!"
"I have been asleep for a long time. This is the first time I’ve awakened. How can there be any familiar aura about me?" The Emperor Son was puzzled.
Not at all?
Chen Pingping looked at him without saying a word.
That hint of aura was very familiar, like it was left by his master.
Yet, the Emperor Son had indeed just awoken, and by all accounts, there was no way they could have crossed paths between him and Wen Yuqing.
The Emperor Son added, "You have a good foundation. If you’re willing to follow me in cultivation, one day reaching Tao Verification and becoming a Saint is not impossible." As he spoke, he had already moved.
Divine Sense slashed out from between his brows like a sharp sword, cutting towards what lay ahead.
Very strong.
The Power Path it contained was as heavy as Mount Tai, and the fluctuations of the Dharma Principle were also far stronger than those of ordinary royal paths.
In an instant, he restrained the ten directions of heaven and earth as if a God had taken action.
Furthermore, the Emperor Son’s pupils gradually deepened, turning into a vast expanse of the cosmos where stars shifted and rotated. Then, with a light shout, he unleashed a Space Skill.
Restraint, decimation!
It wasn’t Divine Skills but was comparable to them.
Chen Pingping hadn’t even made a move, yet he felt enormous pressure. His body trembled, and his Divine Soul shuddered as if he were about to kneel.
His expression darkened; he opened up the True Solar Scripture.
Golden light shone brightly, and with that, he blocked the Emperor Son’s spatial restraint.
BANG!
At that moment, he made a difficult move, once again unleashing the Six Tao.
But this time, he did not succeed as he wished. The powerful attack of the Six Tao was completely blocked by the Emperor Son.
A thunderous boom.
The two began to engage in combat.
To everyone’s surprise, Chen Pingping was able to maintain a balanced combat strength against the Emperor Son.
In just a few short minutes, dozens of exchanges took place, involving skills, Divine Skills, Sword Dao, fist techniques, Physical Strength, and Divine Sense.
Every time the Emperor Son executed a move, people felt the battle was about to end. Yet, Chen Pingping would unleash a counterattack, shattering his opponent’s killing intent each time.
"Unbelievable!" someone exclaimed, holding their breath.
Even Mo Lai and Wei Xiaoxi felt like they were in a dream.
The Emperor Son was the progeny of a Great Emperor. He was born extraordinary, with Emperor Blood flowing through his veins, and had cultivated under the radiance of a Great Emperor.
Physical body, Divine Sense, Cultivation Technique, foundation—the Emperor Son possessed them all, and each had reached its limit.
Such an existence represented invincibility among his peers.
Yet now, Chen Pingping repeatedly blocked the Emperor Son’s deadly attacks, as if in a dream.
"Good, the stronger you are, the more excited I will be," said the Emperor Son, not angry but once again opening his profound eyes...
In an instant, a swath of the cosmos enveloped everything.
Space Skill.
This was the Emperor Son’s Tao, akin to the domain of a Saint.
Once the cosmos completely restrained the battlefield and the domain formed, Chen Pingping would no longer have the power to resist.
Because under this cosmos, the Emperor Son was the only God.
The crowd was astonished.
Guang Xiaoyu almost intervened but held back. Her own situation was precarious, as Jin Wushuang and Jin Yu were keeping a close watch on her.
If she acted, not only would she be unable to help Chen Pingping, but she would also drag him down.
She couldn’t make a move.
But the Emperor Son’s Space Skill... it was uncounterable!
Senior brother, I—!
She started to feel anxious inside.
The only things she could think of were Hei’s Abyss Sword Tao and Earth Chicken’s sealing and restraint...
But she didn’t know whether Chen Pingping had given them any orders; Hei and Earth Chicken were very quiet, showing no intention of taking action.
She looked at Mao Qiu on her shoulder, lying there as usual, motionless.
However, just at this moment, Chen Pingping unleashed a sword strike, the Sword of Vegetation.
This was the swordsmanship of Saint Tao.
The massive sword light fell from the heavens, and Sword Intent surged densely into this space. At first glance, it seemed as if the Sword God himself had struck.
Such an attack was indeed too powerful.
The Power of Laws it contained was in no way inferior to what the Emperor Son had just displayed.
In just a few breaths, the Sword of Vegetation tore through the Emperor Son’s Space Skill. The pitch-black, starry sky was then pierced by a streak of green light.
It was still expanding.
The Emperor Son’s expression changed slightly.
This was the first time since his revival that his face showed a hint of emotion.
His powerful Space Skill had actually been broken by Chen Pingping.
"Although the heavens and earth are vast, I have but this one sword. Yet this single sword spans a distance of one hundred eight thousand li. Can you... withstand it?" Chen Pingping’s eyes widened.
He swung out the second sword.
Sword Intent mingled with the Six Tao Dharma Principle, while killing intent and Power Path worked in unison. In an instant, as he struck, the Emperor Son’s Space Skill was utterly shattered.
Moreover, the immense power of the Sword Dao struck the Emperor Son. SQUELCH! Blood flowed from his body, leaving a dreadful wound.
His face stiffened.
The crowd held its breath.
Guang Xiaoyu’s eyes bulged wide, almost popping out of her head.
Her senior brother had seriously injured the Emperor Son.
My heavens!
This was not Jin Chan or Emperor Tian, but the offspring of an undying Great Emperor.
The scene became deathly silent in an instant.
Even the group from the Divine Clan was stunned.
Chen Pingping, panting hard, revealed a smile, "Emperor Son? Haha, is that all?"
His calm tone carried a disdain mirroring the Emperor Son’s earlier contempt, as he returned the same words.
Therefore, this statement was like a harsh slap across the Emperor Son’s face.
The one you looked down upon has ultimately inflicted grave harm upon you. What else is there to say?
SPLAT!
Crimson blood flowed from the wound, splattering from his blue robe onto the ground.
The Emperor Son lowered his gaze, glanced at it, and suddenly laughed, "Good, no one has ever wounded me so gravely. You are the first."
The injury healed at a visible rate.
He lifted his head, looked towards Chen Pingping, and prepared to make a move.
But the next moment, the freshly healed wound split open again, blood gushing out.
The crowd was bewildered.
What had just happened?
Chen Pingping stepped forward, his gaze fixed on him, "Originally, you didn’t have to die, but... you insisted on detaining me. So be it. You also wanted to detain my junior sister and slaughter the people of my Heaven Martial Continent. Given that, how could I let you live?"
The wound healed and split open once again.
This wasn’t some bizarre event; rather, he had utilized the profound mystery of Reincarnation—The Past.
"Emperor Son, is it?"
"I’ve heard that Emperor Blood flows through your veins."
"I want to see if you still have the strength to fight once all the blood in your body dries up," Chen Pingping sneered coldly. After speaking, he made his move again...
His speed was incredibly fast, and he still used the Sword Dao.
However, it was neither the Six Tao Reincarnation Sword, nor the Sword of Vegetation, nor the sword technique he had used just moments before.
This sword strike was plain and simple, lacking any special moves, yet it contained the essence of Fundamental Perfection.
Strangely, the Space Skill deployed by the Emperor Son was also penetrated by this sword. The simple and unadorned strike went straight through the Emperor Son’s body without any surprise.
SQUELCH! A huge bloody hole was left.
The Emperor Son’s expression froze, his body stiffened.
"Damn you, Chen Pingping!" a powerhouse from the Divine Clan roared. "Kill him!"
"Let’s all strike together and kill him."
"Protect the Emperor Son."
Unable to tolerate it any longer, they charged forward at the first opportunity, their killing intent flooding the battlefield...
Chen Pingping stood resolute.
The many spectators couldn’t help but retreat, fearing they would be dragged into the fray.
Mo Lai looked at Wei Xiaoxi, his voice tinged with an indescribable anxiety, "Shall we intervene?" He didn’t want Chen Pingping to die, at least not right now, because Jiang Ni’er still needed him.
But Wei Xiaoxi was the Palace Master; she remained silent, quietly observing the battle.
Guang Xiaoyu was the first to rush over, shouting angrily, "Divine Clan, if you dare touch my senior brother, then one day, this young lady will annihilate every last one of you!"