Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 282 - 249 United Attack, Invincible Opponent

Chapter 282: Chapter 249 United Attack, Invincible Opponent

It’s a mystery what sort of allure the Red Lotus Divine Envoy possesses.

Or is it the attraction of the Prison-Suppressing Demon Scripture that’s too great...

It was just an indiscriminate rumor, a stir of words.

Yet, immediately, there were three masters of the True Qi Realm who, as if having lost their wits, charged down from the platform at the same time...

And they had already made their move at the first opportunity.

The one in the lead, with the most arrogant demeanor, turned out quite unexpectedly to be a gaunt old man with ghostly eyes.

Possibly owing to his tremendous self-confidence, this person was enshrouded in surging black Qi, cackling weirdly like a falcon swooping down, carrying a stench of decay, with his arms reaching out suddenly, the joints elongating grotesquely.

The tips of his fingers shot out sharp nails, shiny and pitch-black.

Just like ten small daggers.

"Be careful, that’s the Mad Corpse Elder from the Heavenly Corpse Sect, his nails are poisonous, his body is tough, extremely difficult to deal with..."

Miss Qing, who was five steps behind Zhou Ping’an, saw the pitch-black old man pouncing and quickly reminded him.

She hadn’t even finished speaking.

Before her eyes, a sky-blue crescent flashed by.

Whoosh...

The shrieking was piercing to the ear.

A round head trailing hair like tangled weeds tumbled up into the air.

The pitch-black old man’s claws had just reached in front of Zhou Ping’an but could clasp no further.

The headless corpse, propelled by the forward momentum and sliced by the flash of the blade, managed to stand on the spot for a moment before finally falling back, face up to the sky.

At the neck, a thick, dark red filth flowed out, the volume of blood surprisingly small.

"What were you saying?"

Zhou Ping’an, after performing One Slash, sheathed his sword again.

He turned his head to look at Miss Qing.

"Uh..."

Miss Qing opened her mouth, glanced at the corpse of the Heavenly Corpse Sect Elder, then suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

One could only say that preconceptions are deceiving.

It’s not easy to change them in an instant.

Though the Mad Corpse Elder of the Heavenly Corpse Sect was a formidable and fierce opponent from the Evil Sect in her eyes, to Zhou Ping’an, the elder was no different from an ordinary foot soldier.

It was just a matter of one slash.

Lin Huaiyu had no intention of drawing her sword.

Pressing her lips together, she revealed a slight smile in her eyes...

"Miss Qing is indeed knowledgeable and experienced. Then, these two teaming up to attack, who are they precisely?"

It was rare for her to see Miss Qing lose her composure several times tonight, and she thought that finally, someone could understand what she felt.

Some people are destined not to be viewed by conventional wisdom.

Others might not know, but over this past month,

she had marveled and been shocked countless times.

It’s not just about the Mad Corpse Elder, who was suspected to be at the completion of the Minor Heavenly Circulation and the state of unobstructed flow in the Grand Circulation. Even if this old man had turned himself into a formidable corpse and cultivated Corps Strength, he might not be able to withstand a single strike from Zhou Ping’an’s might.

"The one in green clothes is the Hundred Poisons Swordsman, Situ You. The powdered fellow is a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, he’s so disgusting that it’s better to leave his name unsaid."

This time, Miss Qing didn’t even mention their realms.

Moreover, she couldn’t be bothered to enter the fray to intercept them.

She suddenly felt like standing by was a bit superfluous.

The enemies seemed to be insufficient to fight against.

However, what exactly was this sense of security from relying on a strong ally, which irresistibly made her want to play a tune...

As the name Hundred Poisons Swordsman suggests, his sword carried poison.

Neither his swordsmanship nor his True Qi were that formidable, but with the swordlight’s emergence, the poison would lead the way; under the dim lighting, it turned into a five-colored mist.

Making it something one dared not meet head-on.

One had no choice but to retreat.

The powdered young master who joined him in the attack, however, moved as if dancing like a butterfly, lightly dancing with his folding fan, appearing to have absolutely no striking power.

But the keen-eyed crowd saw nearly invisible, six fine lines in the night, which flickered and pounced in front and behind Zhou Ping’an.

The fan techniques were a ruse.

The real threat lay in the needle techniques...

Three needles attacked.

Three needles blocked the escape routes.

This person was not only treacherous with his moves but also malicious with his needles.

"Is this all you’ve got?"

Zhou Ping’an felt greatly disappointed.

He had thought those keen to compete for the Prison Suppressing Demon Subjugation Scripture would be formidable experts.

Instead, they were just a few at the True Qi Realm.

They hadn’t even cultivated Gang Qi, and he wondered where they got the confidence to rush in, without even testing the opponent’s strength, eagerly running to their deaths.

Let alone that he didn’t possess the "Prison Suppressing Demon Subjugation Scripture," even if he did,

with such meager skills, how could they dare to snatch it?

Had they snatched it away, would they be able to keep it?

This time, he didn’t even draw his sword.

He sketched an arc with his hand.

Within the gentle waves of water, Sword Qi turned into a pool of spring water, tracing a streak of light between palm, sleeve, and clothing.

It was just a stroke in the air, gathering the six fine, white eyebrow needles into the folds of his sleeve; it also swept away the five-colored toxic mist.

"This..."

The Green Robed Swordsman’s eyes nearly popped out.

He had never seen such a method of dispelling his poison mist.

The dispersed poison mist wasn’t actually mist.

It hid countless minuscule poisonous insects, barely discernible with the naked eye.

If they made contact with the skin, they could penetrate inside, making them nearly impossible to defend against.

If anyone thinks that holding their breath is enough to ward off the fog stirred by the sword wind, they’re in for a rude awakening, taking a hard tumble.

But at this moment, let alone touching the opponent’s skin.

Even getting close was impossible.

Between the opponent’s fingers flowed Sword Qi, drawing the fog into a swirling vortex, coalescing into a sphere that, with a light ’pop’, dissipated into nothingness.

At the same time, one’s own poison sword seemed to lose control, skewing sideways toward one’s own flank.

A tremendous force tugged at him, causing his body to spin out of control like a top, exposing the vital area of his back.

"Not good."

A sword thrust meant for the enemy bizarrely turned toward oneself, striking at the rear.

The Hundred Poisons Swordsman felt a chill in his heart.

He regretted his actions too late.

Without the luxury of further thought, he rallied all his True Qi and shot towards the brightly lit tower, his body launching in haste.

His legs had just left the ground when his back exploded violently.

Countless sprays of blood mist burst forth from the seven orifices in front of him.

His pores also spattered blood at the same time.

In the end, all he heard was the thunderous crack of his bones shattering into dust throughout his body.

As his figure took flight, he had already crumpled into a limp mass, breathless.

Meanwhile, a Hehuan Sect disciple, also sensing something amiss, showcased a stronger movement technique.

And was quicker to make decisions.

Without hesitation, he leapt back, his clothes ripping through the air, fleeing rapidly backward.

At the same time, a folding fan danced before him, stirring up a wild gale.

His body twisted into a strange arc.

Pff...

Despite his speedy reaction and early detection from a distance,

his response was still a tad too slow.

Six slender needles, whistling sharply, transformed into longbow-like projectiles, rupturing the air as they whizzed towards him.

The steel fan in his hand shattered first, followed by his right arm dispersing into a mist of blood. The mighty shockwave continued toward his shoulder, heading straight for his heart.

Mustering all his True Qi, he pushed the Butterfly Dance Technique to its limit. As he let out a miserable scream, he landed on the third floor, spinning rapidly, striking three palms in quick succession.

Three young women, panic written all over their faces as they scrambled and shrieked on the pavilion, collided with Zhou Ping’an who was following closely behind them.

"Eh, this kind of countermove, how many times have you been hunted?"

After all, the Hehuan Sect is a major sect.

This fellow, slathered in makeup, around thirty or forty years old and bent on appearing youthful, must have survived countless pursuits in his journey of cultivation.

Zhou Ping’an felt that, regardless of strength, this person’s combat proficiency could be considered the best he had seen.

Even more so than Fang Yu of the Cloud Water Sect, who had attempted to assassinate him out of the blue; this person was even quicker in this regard.

"The more you are like this, the less I can let you live."

Zhou Ping’an felt a surge of killing intent.

Others might be spared, whether to kill or not being of little consequence.

But Hehuan Sect disciples, it’s best to eliminate them upon sight.

Irrespective of gender.

These were Lin Huaiyu’s exact words.

And Zhou Ping’an wholeheartedly agreed.

Perhaps, in this world, the cultivation methods of the Hehuan Sect disciples might not invoke heavenly wrath, and they do choose their victims carefully, not provoking forces they cannot afford to annoy.

They thoroughly investigate their targets’ background and connections before they strike.

Typically, they succeed without the possibility of retaliation.

Some have no choice but to swallow the insult silently, not daring to make it known.

Others, even if they do retaliate, are only seeking their own demise.

In the perspective of the world’s elite, the weak don’t possess rights; if harmed, then they’re merely harmed—it’s not considered much of anything.

Therefore, although the Hehuan Sect’s reputation isn’t very good, it’s not really considered part of the demonic path.

It’s just an evil sect.

No matter what, in Zhou Ping’an’s eyes,

The practices of this sect’s disciples are simply too repugnant.

Three courtesans from a pleasure house, heads forward, legs backward, screaming loudly, crashed headfirst into him.

Zhou Ping’an of course couldn’t simply ignore them.

Struck by the palm of a True Qi Realm master, if he didn’t dissolve this force, these three women would either die from the fall or the collision.

With a wave of his sleeve, he was about to catch them.

But the Karma Fire Red Lotus between his brows suddenly pulsed violently.

His heart turned cold.

"Good grief."

Zhou Ping’an was almost amused.

In such dire straits, there was still someone willing to snatch chestnuts from the fire, feigning as a woman to deliver a surprise attack.

That strong sense of crisis, detected at the last moment, clearly indicated that this person’s Cultivation Realm was above his own.

So, who exactly was it?

Right when he embraced a woman in green and one in white, a pearlescent arm, as white as frost and snow, extended from the sleeve of a woman in red. Between her fingers, she clutched a slender short dagger.

With dagger as sword, half a foot of Sword Gang Qi probed forth, devouring vitality, as if heralding an ice-cold winter, desolating everything in its path.

"Life-taking Sword."

Feeling this Sword Gang Qi that seemed familiar yet slightly strange, Zhou Ping’an instantly realized who this seemingly charming and voluptuous woman in red really was.

This person wasn’t a woman at all.

It was Yin Wushang, a True Disciple of the Lishan Sect.

As soon as he learned that a True Disciple of the Lishan Sect might come to Qingyang City and could target the Lin Residence, Zhou Ping’an had ordered his subordinates to investigate the capabilities of this Yin Zhenchuan.

Whether he came or not, it was simply being prepared.

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