parentshiftbook Chapter 128: Ghost Blade Perfected, Divine Power Breaks Limits
Chapter 128: Ghost Blade Perfected, Divine Power Breaks Limits
The black blade light, accompanied by raging flames, rapidly magnified in Miao Zhan's pupils!
In desperation, he suddenly raised his warhammer to defend himself.
The moment the blade collided with the warhammer, it didn't explode. Instead, it carried a tremendous force that firmly suppressed the warhammer.
It forcefully crushed Miao Zhan from the mountaintop all the way down, sending him plummeting halfway down the mountainside!
"Damn it!"
Miao Zhan's face flushed crimson as he gritted his teeth and roared, trying to break free from the blade's edge, but the blade's light was like a leech clinging to his bone.
He carved a deep, bottomless trench beneath his feet, sending mud and rocks flying as it stretched downwards.
The wooden houses along the way were destroyed and knocked down.
After traveling over a thousand meters, he crashed to a stop against a giant tree.
puff--
Miao Zhan's warhammer fell limply to the ground, and a mouthful of blood splattered onto the tree trunk.
His eyes, tinged with a faint grayness, stared incredulously at the cloud-shrouded mountain peak.
"This power... how is this possible?!"
Although his cultivation level was only at the early stage of the Marrow Infusion Realm, he should not have been so overwhelmed by such a small blade of light that he was powerless to fight back!
Even if Zhang Ping is at the late stage of the Marrow Infusion Realm, it's absolutely impossible!
Although the blade didn't explode, the commotion of Miao Zhan being knocked off the mountaintop was deafening. When the crowd rushed over and saw his disheveled state,
They were immediately terrified!
"Lord Miao Zhan!"
"Lord Miao Zhan, how did you get injured? Has an enemy infiltrated the Holy Mountain?"
Some people followed the huge ravine several meters deep on the ground, looking towards the mountain peak. They opened their mouths but didn't dare to utter a sound, waiting for Miao Zhan's reply.
Miao Zhan seemed stunned, staring intently at the mountain peak, panting heavily, his wide eyes bloodshot and faintly gray.
A violent thought began to frantically grow in his mind: Kill him! Lead your men to storm the mountaintop and snatch Miao Caixin away!
That's his woman!
However, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Miao Zhan suddenly jolted awake, and the grayness in his eyes instantly vanished.
At the same time, he realized what he had just been thinking, and a cold sweat broke out on his back!
More and more people gathered around, and seeing Miao Zhan's distraught appearance, they all looked puzzled.
Seeing this, Miao Zhan quickly tried to calm himself down, adjusted his breathing, and waved his hand impatiently, saying:
"I'm fine, everyone can leave now!"
Seeing that he didn't mention the enemy invasion at all, and seemed to be fine, the onlookers became even more suspicious.
Soon they dispersed, leaving only a few people who were familiar with Miao Zhan behind.
......
At the mountain peak, Zhang Ping was enveloped in an eerie black aura.
His expression shifted between light and dark, a gray aura swirling around him, obscure and unpredictable.
It took quite a while for him to calm down.
The long sword in his hand slowly dissipated, but his expression was rather unpleasant.
"This ability... actually has side effects?"
A fierce wind howled atop the mountain, causing Zhang Ping's robes to flutter wildly. The information displayed on the control panel appeared in his field of vision:
[Supernatural Power - Ghost Blade: The innate supernatural power of the demonic blade demon, possessing corrosive power, aids in the cultivation of qi and blood, and has the ability to cut through all illusions. This supernatural power transcends limits.]
He finally mastered the Beast-Patterned Ghost Blade to perfection!
However, the description of the awakened ability made Zhang Ping suspicious.
Supernatural power, breaking limits.
The description is extremely brief, consisting of only six words.
Breaking the limit means breaking the upper limit of power under any circumstances!
"If I go all out right now, can I reach the Body Refinement Realm?" This thought popped into Zhang Ping's mind.
However, he didn't know what realm was above the Body Refinement Realm, nor did he know the power of that kind of force or what level it could reach.
Perhaps, only after truly breaking through can one understand.
But Zhang Ping was certain that he should now be able to unleash the Ghost Blade Three Forms. When he unleashed his full power, ordinary martial artists at the Marrow Infusion Realm would be powerless to resist.
Aside from the power, what concerned Zhang Ping even more was the strange change in the black blood after awakening his supernatural abilities.
His brow furrowed, and as he raised his hand, a mass of qi and blood containing dark and sinister power appeared in his palm.
His qi and blood were as black as ink, with a faint trace of eerie gray mixed in.
Although the previous Ghost Blade Qi and Blood contained corrosive power, its corrosive effect on martial artists of the same level was not significant, especially at the Marrow Infusion Realm level.
Another key point is that the corrosive power only targets the enemy and will not backfire on Zhang Ping himself.
But now, the Ghost Blade's bloodline carries a sinister and dark aura.
Even when he uses it himself, he can sense that his state of mind is being disturbed invisibly.
When Zhang Ping used the sword light to suppress Miao Zhan, his intention was merely to give him a minor punishment as a warning, not to take his life.
Killing Miao Zhan would bring Zhang Ping no benefit whatsoever.
On the contrary, keeping this person around might prove useful if the rebels attack.
However, while he was controlling the Qi and Blood Blade Light to suppress Miao Zhan, a strong desire to kill him completely surged within him.
This thought flashed through my mind more than once.
What exactly happened?
Zhang Ping frowned.
Is it a side effect of supernatural abilities? Or is it a characteristic inherent in this mutated blood and qi?
If it's the latter, perhaps it stems from his own insufficient power, making him unable to fully control that dark force; if it's the former...
He shook his head. He had awakened many abilities before, but had never encountered any side effects.
After he calmed his mind, the setting sun was already blood-red on the western mountain.
I heard light footsteps behind me.
But it was Miao Caixin who walked over. Looking at the enormous, shocking ravine that plunged downwards, a bitter smile appeared on her beautiful face:
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, Miao Zhan was only concerned for my safety, why are you..."
She hesitated, as if she wanted to say something. Zhang Ping chuckled softly.
"It's nothing. The day after tomorrow is the first Yang day, and the materials for refining the essence Gu have all been sent up the mountain. I hope you will take good care of them."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Miao Caixin remained alone, her gaze piercing through the vast sea of clouds, looking down at the royal city that held her memories from childhood, her heart filled with sorrow.
The next day,
The influx of people into the royal city suddenly surged, almost exceeding the total number of people in the previous few days.
The massive population has completely crammed the streets of the royal city, making it extremely difficult to find a spacious place to lie down.
The alley, which used to be overflowing with filth, is now filled with huddled-up figures.
When the clan elders brought the news, Zhang Ping frowned deeply upon hearing it.
He sighed inwardly.
In the afternoon, a large number of powerful martial arts auras suddenly rose outside the royal city.
Even from the top of the sacred mountain in the city center, one can clearly feel the soaring, tangible, and powerful energy.
"They've finally come," Zhang Ping said helplessly. Tomorrow is the first sunny day of the year; even if the rebels had arrived a day later...
Although they cannot control the rebels' movements, the number of warriors in the royal city is still considerable, and holding them off for a day or two should not be a problem.
Zhang Ping found Miao Caixin and asked her to summon the royal city warriors to fight.
"Please arrange the defenses, then stay on the Holy Mountain and wait to refine the essence Gu. I will handle the matters outside the city."
Miao Caixin did not refuse and immediately left the summit of the sacred mountain to gather the remaining warriors with fighting ability on the mountain.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Miao Zhan's face immediately lit up with joy upon seeing Miao Caixin appear.
He then caught sight of Zhang Ping following closely behind, and a look of vigilance appeared in his eyes.
Miao Caixin nodded slightly and immediately gave the order to make the arrangements:
"Miao Zhan, immediately gather all martial artists above the Bone Forging Realm within the city and send them outside to confront the rebel army!"
"An Qingyu, immediately lead your men to patrol the city, exert strict control, and ensure that no unrest occurs!"
"Yes, sir!" "Understood!"
The two men accepted the order and quickly got up and left.
Then, Miao Caixin looked at the clan elder guarding the King Gu Bowl and led him into the study. A moment later, the clan elder returned to the summit of the sacred mountain with a solemn expression, holding a Gu worm bottle.
Zhang Ping watched all of this silently from the side.
To the east of the city,
The rebels' blood and energy surged like a rainbow, soaring straight into the sky!
A ferocious dragon-shaped spear shadow suddenly appeared from the sky!
A sharp glint of light flashed from the spear tip! In an instant, it struck the thick, hundred-meter-high city wall of the royal city!
With a deafening roar, a huge hole was blasted through the city wall, which was tens of meters wide! The power brought by the Gu worms caused a thick layer of ice to rapidly condense at the edge of the hole, and a bone-chilling cold spread out.
"Miao Caixin! Obey and submit to my servitude, and perhaps I may spare your life!"
He Changhong's figure stepped through the air, shouting loudly!
The city wall was already deserted; the martial artists with slightly higher cultivation levels had all fled, overwhelmed by the overwhelming momentum of the rebel army.
Only a few ordinary people with no cultivation remained, bewildered and confused, near the city wall.
At this moment, they were smashed to pieces by the collapsing boulders.
The shantytowns near the city walls were the most densely populated, and more than a thousand people were killed or injured in an instant.
"Roar—Fool! Don't harm the prey!"
A deafening tiger's roar echoed from the clouds, accompanied by furious shouts.
Three enormous figures, radiating terrifying demonic power, stood in mid-air like mountains.
Arrive upon the royal city!