Library Administrator's Evil God Chronicles (3)

Bang! Their palms collided. Zhu Ping drifted backward slowly like an immortal crane, his Daoist robe rustling and flapping.

Prince Mu withdrew his hand with a dark expression. A crack had appeared on the jade ring on his finger.

Poison Gentleman, beside him, toppled over stiffly. The breath of life swiftly faded from him, and his body soon turned cold.

"One God Heart-Guiding Sword? Truly an impressive method." Prince Mu withdrew his hand and looked at Zhu Ping, who had steadied himself outside the door, his calm returning.

The One God Heart-Guiding Sword was called a sword art, but it would be more accurate to call it a sword intent.

It emphasized guiding the sword with the spirit and stamping it with the heart.

Every sword strike was thus incomparably precise and harmonious.

Once cultivated to profound depths, a single sword strike could stir the minds of everyone present, leaving the opponent utterly unable to react before cutting down their spirit.

Just now, Zhu Ping had formed a sword with one hand and pointed it three inches before Poison Gentleman's brow, only to be forced back by Prince Mu's palm strike. Yet Poison Gentleman had still died.

That was because Zhu Ping's sword finger had pierced Poison Gentleman's spiritual soul, drawing out the death of his body.

The reason Zhu Ping had been able to cultivate the One God Heart-Guiding Sword to such a level was mainly because he had experienced something similar before.

Back in the dreamscape, when Ou Cheng had revived and attempted to seize his body, and his soul had continually sunk amid the entanglement of their consciousnesses, an incomparably precise attack—like that of the finest chief surgeon—had sliced apart Zhu Ping's soul, cutting away the portion contaminated by Ou Cheng and giving his consciousness a chance