Sulfuric acid!
The Sword Intent roared, growing ever more vast.
The female guest's expression changed drastically. The Sword Light, after injuring her arm, did not stop and went straight for her chest.
She retreated rapidly, instantly moving away from the Divine Tree, but the Sword Light intensified, drawing ever closer.
She was immediately filled with anxiety and screamed, "Yan Kai, save me!"
Yan Kai was also somewhat anxious. Of course, he wanted to save his companion, but what he had just witnessed had shocked him; the opponent's strength...
"Yan Kai!!"
The female guest screamed wildly, her face contorted in rage. Her partner, with whom Life and Death, had failed her at the crucial moment.
Yan Kai approached Jiang Ping under immense pressure, but when he met those cold eyes, he instantly shivered and froze on the spot.
Jiang Ping's cold voice rang out. "If you don't want to die, stay put."
Yan Kai for a moment, then fell silent.
"Ah...!"
A moment later, a mournful roar echoed from the distant sky.
Everyone saw that the female guest elder, who was capable of contending with a true saint, was pinned in mid-air by a sword, struggling in agony.
"Elder Jiang is actually this strong!"
Ren Xiaoxiao gasped as she watched this scene.
She never expected that Jiang Pingping would improve in this way after breaking through the barrier.
This level of skill is probably no less than that of the top three Lower True Disciples.
Xiao Yin's eyes were deep, and her heart was also filled with shock.
Ren Xiaoxiao had originally intended to use her power to protect the boy, but now it seemed that the other party didn't need to do that at all; one person was enough.
No wonder the other party was able to come here alone.
"This kid's Sword of Ten Thousand Laws is really powerful. This must be the genius that Lu Cun was talking about who doesn't follow the right path."
High in the air, an older, more experienced person observed Jiang Ping with considerable surprise.
Beside him, the old man in black and white chuckled, "Speaking of which, this little fellow is a good friend of my youngest disciple, and he's even wearing one of my Rules Jade."
"We cannot let them run rampant. Whether it's him, that female guest elder, or that blind brat, they are all people of Qingling, and they all have the potential to become True Saints."
Another solemn True Saint spoke up, and then immediately stepped into the arena to stop Jiang Ping from killing him.
Although Jiang Ping was disappointed, he had achieved his goal: to use these people to establish his authority and prevent any more foolish people from causing trouble.
It must be said that the effect was indeed quite good. Many people's gazes towards him changed; most were intimidated and dared not meet his eyes, or showed signs of fear.
"My God!"
In the distance, Liu Ruhai, who had been observing everything, was sweating profusely as he looked at Jiang Pingping.
Fortunately, he chose to avoid direct confrontation and never made an enemy of them.
"He's no weaker than me..."
Ming Chanjuan stared at Jiang Pingping with an incredibly complex expression.
In just two or three years, the other party has grown to her level. What terrifying talent!
Pei Kong was covered in sweat and his face was pale.
Zhang Yang's face was grim, filled with regret. "Damn it, I've fallen for that little bastard Ye Xingchen's trick."
"Indeed, even I am somewhat alarmed by his Sword of Ten Thousand Laws. If given more time, he might be able to rival us at the Divine Travel stage."
Within ten feet of the Divine Tree, several Upper True Disciples and some Exceptional Talent all turned their attention to Jiang Ping, giving him a few more glances.
Under the tree, Jiang Ping closed his eyes to rest, his heart at peace.
His fame spread far and wide after that battle, and no one dared to challenge him again.
However, as various Dao Seed arrived one after another, the conflict here continued.
The elders didn't stop them; as long as no one died, they let everyone else have their way.
Time flew by, and the next day arrived in the blink of an eye.
"If I do the math, they'll be in bloom soon."
"No need to calculate, can't you smell a fragrance?"
The seniors chatted casually online, but they were actually more anxious than anyone else.
They had important matters to attend to, but the unexpected encounter with the Divine Tree delayed things for some time.
"No need to rush. The Venerable Ones went there last night. Once these juniors have received their good fortune, we will set off."
"Even so, the thought of it still makes me restless, and I feel an urge to rush over there immediately."
"Just wait patiently. Even if it's now, you still have to wait."
"By the way, I think we could also select some outstanding young people to go there for training; that would be a good opportunity."
"The location is unknown, but we should go there. We cannot allow anything to happen to the future of our Dao system."
"I think it's feasible!"
An aged voice rang out; it belonged to an old man dressed in a black and white robe.
"Venerable!"
The two holy families paid their respects with utmost reverence.
The Yin-Yang Venerable nodded slightly and said, "I went over there to check, and there won't be any problems. After the little ones finish this matter, we'll select some powerful juniors to go. Compared to this Divine Tree, that place is the real opportunity."
"Yes."
The saints and sages obediently responded.
Compared to them, the Venerable One is the one who takes the lead and is in Chief Clerk.
Or perhaps the opportunity was too great, and some true saints became narrow-minded, unwilling to let the younger generation share in it.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the Divine Tree began to glow, the azure clouds changed color, wisps of red gas fell down, and a fragrance gradually spread.
The Dao Seed beneath the tree were overjoyed; creation was about to begin.
"There are still some people on their way, should we go and help them?"
A true sage gazed into the distance, looking at some Dao Seeds struggling in distress, and couldn't help but speak.
The Venerable calmly said, "No one is allowed to interfere. If one cannot even overcome such a trial, one is not qualified to enjoy good fortune, and the chance of becoming a true saint in the future is slim."
Some true saints could only sigh and say no more.
Even as the Divine Tree blossomed, some people still arrived late.
Jiang Ping paid no attention; he had already closed his eyes and, as the fragrance of the flowers entered his nostrils, gradually entered a state of enlightenment.
Suddenly, a cold wind ruffled his long hair.
"Jiang Pingping, get out!"
A loud shout shattered the tranquility of the place.
Someone swung a sword at Jiang Ping.
The one who made the move was Mu Ling'er, the direct descendant of the Jade Palace Prefecture.
She had already struck Jiang Ping with her sword several days ago, and now that she had finally arrived, seeing him sitting comfortably ten feet away, how could she tolerate it? That position should belong to her!
Sulfuric acid!
The Sword Intent swept across the sky with crimson light, heading straight for Jiang Ping.
He looked up, his gaze icy.
He doesn't want to cause trouble for anyone, but the other party has repeatedly made things unpleasant for him.
This is intolerable.
Thump!
The Sword of Ten Thousand Laws Light pierced through Mu Ling'er's Sword Intent in an instant, and then struck like lightning, carrying immense power.
Jiang Ping almost threw a powerful blow.
Mu Ling'er arrived quickly and left just as fast, her eyes filled with shock.
At the critical moment, a terrifying Black Sword appeared in her hand; it was True Saint Artifact.
However, even with her full power of sainthood, she still couldn't stop it.
Mu Ling'er was stunned; multiple cracks had appeared on her True Saint Weapon.
Under the tree, a man in white watched this scene, shrugged slightly, and thought to himself that it wasn't for nothing that he hadn't spread the news; he had managed to outmaneuver someone.
"My Supreme Treasure!!"
Mu Ling'er screamed, her weapon trembled violently, and she watched helplessly as the spiderweb-like cracks grew larger and larger.
In the past, Jiang Ping could cause a Yin and Yang Supreme Treasure to crack; how could a relatively ordinary True Saint Artifact possibly withstand his Ten Thousand Laws Intent?
With a bang, to everyone's astonishment, the True Saint Artifact shattered.
However, it doesn't end there.
Jiang Ping was filled with Killing intent. He stacked his Bone Techniques, transformed into his strongest form, and unleashed Sword Light as majestic as a giant mountain towards Mu Ling'er.
Thump!
Suddenly, a change occurred. The Sword of Ten Thousand Laws Light did not cleave Mu Ling'er as expected; it shattered at the last second.
Jiang Ping tensed up, sensing immense terror.
He felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by some terrifying monster.
Not a true saint, yet surpassing even the true saint.
"Ants."
A light, airy voice rang out, followed by a blinding light bursting forth behind Jiang Ping, instantly unleashing Heavenly Might pressure that sent chills down his spine.
Jiang Ping's divine sense decisively invaded the Storage Ring.
"Brother Tang."
At the critical moment, another voice rang out, relieving Jiang Ping's immense pressure and stopping him from moving.
Within ten zhang of the Divine Tree.
Tang Sheng looked at Xiao Ran, raised an eyebrow, and said, "What, I stepped on a roadside blade of grass belonging to Qingling, and you're going to interfere?"