Chapter 510: 507. Once you start, don’t stop. (3/3) Extra update "Want to try this Fire Dragon again?"
As soon as the words fell, the mere one-meter-long Fire Dragon circled rapidly around Wen Ping, as if showcasing its body to Yang Xibi.
The faint dragon roar struck deep into the soul.
It was like the True Dragon singing aloud.
As it danced, even the simplest places it flew past, the ten Great Demons of the Wing Race, still a yard away from it, were burned to ash; the water droplets and water screens that originally shielded Wen Ping’s perception and eyes also instantly evaporated, turning into gas and ascending.
Even the Vein Qi constructed by Profound Level Middle Grade Vein Techniques for the Mounting Realm was burned away like those ten Great Demons.
Moreover, even the distant water wall that blocked out the sun, the strongest part of the Vein Technique seal released by Yang Xibi, which the Fire Dragon Skill of Mounting Realm could only temporarily break open a gap, the flying Fire Spirit only swept past in an instant, leaving a hole larger than the one blasted open by the Fire Dragon.
"How is it possible?"
This scene dumbfounded Yang Xibi.
Before he could react, the disappearance of the water curtain already left his figure fully exposed.
Wen Ping noticed now that he was standing only twenty steps away.
This distance is nothing for the Mountain Suppression Realm; with the speed of any Upper Realm Mountain Suppression expert, as long as he gave a one-breath opening in the fight, Yang Xibi’s spear could pierce his chest in the blink of an eye.
Wen Ping stared at him, asking coldly, "Not hiding anymore?"
"This isn’t a Profound Level Vein Technique! How could a Profound Level Vein Technique possess such powerful ability, Earth Level... the Vein Technique you released is Earth Level!" Yang Xibi quickly retreated, originally confident in capturing Wen Ping at this distance, but facing legendary Earth Level Vein Techniques gave him another confidence—he was 100% sure he would be killed by Wen Ping at this distance.
Exclaiming in shock while retreating, Yang Xibi found his hand strange because it suddenly felt a lot lighter; he couldn’t feel the weight of a thousand pounds from his spear. Looking down instinctively, he was dumbfounded that his long spear had melted down to only the part he held unknowingly. The bricks and soil underfoot also began to melt, sinking slowly downward.
This prompted him to quickly check his Mountain-Suppressing Armor.
Sure enough, the result was the same.
Even Mountain-Suppressing Armor couldn’t withstand such heat, being weakened layer by layer; at this rate, even if Wen Ping did nothing, the armor would disintegrate on its own in a quarter of an hour.
Looking around him, the water wall his Vein Technique released was already riddled with holes; if not for the Meridian Gate still open, it would have collapsed long ago.
Instantly, a sense of fear flooded his heart.
His mind raced through survival strategies one after another, but all were denied by infinite impossibilities.
Looking forward at Wen Ping, he stared into Wen Ping’s crimson eyes, continuously assessing him, shaking his head in disbelief and saying, "You’re only 19... how is it possible... to cultivate an Earth Level Vein Technique to... this level!"
Fear made him stumble over his words.
Seeing this, Wen Ping’s mouth curled into a cold smile.
Now you know fear?
From start to finish, it was you who wanted to provoke me.
Your Dragon God Sect wants to steal from me, so I only kill one person as a warning.
But you repeatedly offended me.
Now knowing fear, it’s too late!
I, Wen Ping, only ever wanted to cultivate well, slowly develop my Sect, and find my parents someday. Possessing a system, I never wish to be a good person, but I also never want to be a tyrant who pillages and conquers.
All this, you forced upon me.
"After you die, you can ask King Yan or Satan; they’ll surely tell you this secret."
With that, Wen Ping spoke with killer intent.
The Fire Spirit condensed its external heat and instantaneously transformed into a blazing rainbow, leaving a red trail in the air; before Wen Ping blinked, it had already plunged into Yang Xibi’s chest and emerged from his back.
Mountain-Suppressing Armor shattered in response.
The perfected Spirit Body was as thin as a cicada’s wing.
Yang Xibi felt no pain, only intense heat in his chest, a searing sensation. After a few breaths, the pain slowly transmitted from his chest to his brain; looking down, he realized he had a one-foot-wide hole in his torso. The flesh was completely charred, preventing him from seeing the blood flowing out, but he saw the constantly confusing world.
Meanwhile, three Meridian Gates abruptly closed.
The sky-high water wall surrounding the plaza also collapsed, rushing into the pit where Wen Ping stood.
Then, a light screen appeared before his eyes.
[Slay Mountain Suppression!]
[Completed!]
[Time: Twenty-seven days! Reward: Level Two Attack Weapon, Vortex Cannon]
Wen Ping was delighted and was about to examine it closely when a sound interrupted him.
Plop!
It was the sound of Yang Xibi’s body plunging into the water.
Wen Ping stared at Yang Xibi for a few moments; this was the first strong opponent he had personally killed. As Yang Xibi said, he was only 19 years old, but he felt nothing inside.
No pride.
No triumph.
Only one thought came to mind.