The two figures merged into one. It seemed that, for the first time, Chen Ping'an had allowed divinity to turn guest into host and seize the magpie's nest, letting Pure Divine Nature command his Great Dao and life, with no more Illusion Techniques whatsoever.
Jiang She's vision blurred. Had the heavens changed? The sky over these battlefield ruins was also showing a gradual shift, from the green shoots of spring to the golden rice of autumn harvest, the green and yellow meeting perfectly.
With one hand, Chen Ping'an flipped Jiang She onto the ground, then kicked that burly body sideways.
Jiang She nearly lost his grip on the Formation Breaker spear. Using its tip to touch the ground, he flipped his body a hundred zhang away and drifted to a stop, then thrust his spear at Chen Ping'an's neck.
Chen Ping'an tilted his head aside to evade the spearpoint, reached out and seized the spear, then spread his palm and pressed five fingers toward Jiang She's chest. Five Thunders Gathering clustered in his palm as he smiled. "Off you go."
In that instant, it was as though the peal of massive bells and great chimes resounded between heaven and earth. His hand was an iron hammer, striking hard and ringing loud. Jiang She crashed backward, his body like a kite with a snapped string. The flood-like fist aura battered his entire face until it trembled ceaselessly. The hairpin atop his head shattered, leaving his hair loose and disheveled. Jiang She stood barefoot with his spear a thousand zhang away; along the way, he had been forced to drive the butt of Formation Breaker into the ground before he could forcibly halt his retreat.
Four immortal swords traced four sharp paths through the air, following him like shadows. Jiang She knocked