Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 300 - 220 Jian Lai!_2

Chapter 300: Chapter 220 Jian Lai!_2

At this thought, Li Ping’an was completely perplexed and torn!

"What should I do now? I’ve tried all sorts of hand seals and spells, even Thunder Techniques, to no avail. If I want to save my life and also kill that beast Xie Wenren, my only options now are the Great Sage Life-Protecting Talisman and the Immortal Slaying Sword!"

"I have to choose between the two now!"

"This Xie Wenren has a very strong purpose, forcing out my full strength in front of so many people. I definitely can’t expose my last life-saving measure now!"

"The most crucial point is that I’m not facing one-on-one, but one against two, and the other person’s strength is unfathomable, beyond any wild guess. I think this turtle belongs to him, and the currently aberrant Xie Wenren is his masterpiece!"

"So I definitely can’t let the person inside Xie Wenren’s body see my last life-saving Great Sage Life-Protecting Talisman!"

"Nor can I let people like Flame Cloud Sect’s Master Zhuge Junchen see it, otherwise, I would have no secrets left in this world!"

"Once all my secrets are exposed to the public, I will no longer be able to survive!"

"If all my methods and secrets are exposed, it means revealing everything about me, and from then on everyone will guard against me!"

"So I also can only choose between the Great Sage Life-Protecting Talisman and the Immortal Slaying Sword!"

"Choosing to use the Great Sage Life-Protecting Talisman or the Immortal Slaying Sword means choosing to expose myself either in front of Kumarajiva in Xie Wenren’s body or in front of Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect!"

"Compared to the evil Kumarajiva, Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect may currently be stronger than me, but no matter how powerful he is, he can’t possibly overcome my Great Sage Life-Protecting Talisman!"

"But Kumarajiva’s power is a different matter entirely, what if he has a way to deal with the Great Sage Life-Protecting Talisman?"

"So I’d rather expose the fact that I snatched Pei Yuanjing’s Immortal Slaying Sword in front of Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect!"

With things having come to this point, trapped in a desperate situation, Li Ping’an had to choose to expose the affair of the night at the Fallen Dragon Pit, where after a fierce battle with Pei Yuanjing, he seized the Immortal Slaying Sword!

With the Immortal Slaying Sword in my hand, I shall sever all things!

"Ah! You all force me! You all corner me, is that it! Then I can only use the Immortal Slaying Sword to cut through this secular world of red dust!"

Lying in the pit, hidden in the smog, Li Ping’an sorted out his thoughts, devised a plan, and suddenly opened his eyes, ready for the final battle with Xie Wenren, who was disguised as the Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao!

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"Puppet!"

Kumarajiva, dwelling inside the left shoulder, sensing the movement of Li Ping’an within the smoke-filled pit, immediately instructed the Xie Wenren, who was disguised as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao:

"Li Ping’an’s power is definitely not limited to what he’s shown, he’s not dead, and it seems he is about to strike back. You may go in for the kill!"

"Yes, Master!"

Xie Wenren, while disguised as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, raised his sword with his right hand and lifted his left palm, controlling the full power of the Four Red Suns Formation, while preparing to strike Li Ping’an with the ultimate blow as the Netherworld Ghost General.

At this moment, the flames of the Four Red Suns Formation beneath the feet of Xie Wenren, now camouflaged as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, grew to his own height, almost wrapping around him, achieving a state of Man-Fire Unity.

The area beneath him covered by the Four Red Suns Formation expanded to a radius of over fifty meters, matching the level previously demonstrated by the Second Most Talented Under Heaven, Pei Yuanjing.

The Netherworld Ghost General was brimming with boundless ghost energy, and while surging with spirit, raised the Ghost Head Greatsword high with its right hand and waved its command flag with the left.

"Is this Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao trying to whip a corpse? Does he hate Li Ping’an so much?"

"To whip a corpse, why put in so much effort? Could it be that Li Ping’an of Mount Longhu isn’t dead?"

"I feel like he isn’t dead, otherwise the Night Traveler from The Night Traveler’s Bureau would surely intervene!"

"What exactly is the grudge between this Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao and Li Ping’an?"

"Right, especially since showcasing such evil techniques, surely he will be apprehended by The Night Traveler’s Bureau, why would he risk it?"

"Not for his own Zong Sect, not for the title of Imperial Court Offering, he dares to risk his life and expose evil magic. What exactly is Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao after?"

"He could have taken revenge on Li Ping’an in private, so why did he have to make such a big scene?"

"Look at his posture, he is determined to blast Li Ping’an to smithereens!"

Amidst the buzzing discussions of the cultivators, Xie Wenren, disguised as Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao, immediately activated his spell, sending down a rain of black flames, the Netherworld Ghost General’s Ghost Head Greatswords, and countless lost souls once again towards Li Ping’an within the dust-filled pit.

"Li Ping’an is finished!"

This was the final verdict of all the cultivators present regarding Li Ping’an.

The most heartbroken among them were the powerless Zixia and the desperate Muqiang Baoshan,

The most excited of them were unquestionably Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect and Senior Brother Taishi Bao of Qingyun Sect.

The most helpless among them was Immortal Fei He, the Observatory Master of Moyun Temple.

The most regretful of them was Head of Immeasurable Sect, Taishu Yiqing!

Just when everyone thought Li Ping’an was surely dead, a thunderous roar erupted from within the pit amid the dust:

"Object Control! Sword, come forth!"

The onlookers saw a burst of multicolored light shine from within the pit, radiating through the dust haze like a celestial rainbow with a phoenix undergoing rebirth within it. These colors, mingling with the grey dust, formed a circle that seemed to encapsulate a glowing egg incubating new life, which appeared particularly beautiful and brilliant against the evening darkness.

As countless black flames shot forth, the Netherworld Ghost General’s Ghost Head Greatswords cleaved, and numerous lost souls charged, the radiant light within the dust went off like an explosion towards those spells.

The very moment the multicolored divine light burst over the countless black flames, the Netherworld Ghost General’s Ghost Head Greatswords, and the hordes of lost souls,

The air within the dust cloud erupted with countless delicate sword qi! Multicolored sword qi!

With a whoosh, like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, those countless black flames, armies of lost souls, and the Netherworld Ghost General’s Ghost Head Greatsword were directly slashed, annihilated, and severed by the multicolored sword qi!

While the sword qi had emerged, Li Ping’an was still within the haze of dust, his true appearance hidden from all.

But the scene was enough to shock the spirit.

"He’s not dead? This Li Ping’an is actually still alive!"

Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect, Senior Brother Taishi Bao of the Qingyun Sect, and Immortal Fei He, the Observatory Master of Moyun Temple, exclaimed in unison.

"Young Master Li is not dead... sob sob sob!"

The immobile Zixia, moved to tears by this scene, allowed her rage to subside, and the spell Wang Tianran had placed on her instantly broke apart.

"He’s not dead! Li Ping’an is not dead!"

Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan stood up, overwhelmed with emotion!

"Li Ping’an, you have finally revealed that treasure."

Wang Tianran smiled faintly, then looking towards the embarrassed Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, and the crying Zixia, he reassured:

"Although I, Wang Tianran, am known for my unrestrained behavior and love for wealth and pleasures, when I speak, it carries the weight of nine tripods, and I never deceive! You two can rest easy now, right?"

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."

The hearts of Zixia and Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, who cared for Li Ping’an the most, finally settled peacefully.

"This Li Ping’an always seems to bring us surprises! To survive such a degree of attack and even manage to counterattack is truly astonishing to the heavens and earth!"

Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, said to Head of Immeasurable Sect, Taishu Yiqing with a disappointed shake of his head:

"Senior Brother Taishu, if Li Ping’an does not fall, then Nangong Zhidao of Zhengyi Temple will be defeated. If he loses and with Li Ping’an’s strength making it to the final contest, the nearly extinct Mount Longhu will rise again! By then, one of our sects is bound to decline."