Whoosh!
The instant Xia Ping landed on the ground, a dazzling cold gleam flashed from the darkness like a wisp of Sword Qi piercing the heavens, assassinating its way toward his back.
This sword strike could be called exquisite down to the finest hair, seizing the instant when Xia Ping's old strength had been spent and new strength had yet to arise, aiming to pierce straight through his body.
The one who struck was clearly Chen Wei.
He had hidden in the shadows for a long time. Even when he saw his junior brother beaten to death by Xia Ping's single punch, saw countless fellow disciples die miserably on the spot, he remained utterly unmoved—not even the slightest flicker crossed his face.
Only when this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity appeared did he suddenly emerge, intending to kill Xia Ping with one sword.
"Die, Wu Taidou!"
Chen Wei bellowed, his face twisted to the extreme. Gripping the low-grade spirit artifact Shadow Demon-Devouring Sword, he unleashed a sword strike meant to kill without fail.
With his cultivation at the early Divine Ability Realm, coupled with the power of a low-grade spirit artifact, this sword was incomparably terrifying. Its Sword Qi condensed into substance, like a venomous snake, bearing an invincible force capable of piercing anything.
Boom!
Xia Ping stood where he was as the sword struck him solidly. Powerful, razor-sharp Sword Qi erupted, but in that instant, a layer of black energy shield surfaced over Xia Ping's body.
Low-grade spirit artifact, Black Horn Armor!
At this dangerous moment, Xia Ping activated the low-grade spirit artifact Black Horn Armor on his body as well. Layers upon layers of black energy shields emerged, covered in countless tortoiseshell patterns that condensed into substance. They possessed astonishing defensive power, as if a Black Horn beast had descended, capable