Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 403 - 361: Disturbing Yin and Yang, Sealing Spiritual Sense, Crushing into Mud

Chapter 403: Chapter 361: Disturbing Yin and Yang, Sealing Spiritual Sense, Crushing into Mud

Zhou Ping’an’s neck appeared as if it had grown eyes; as the blood-flamed arrow shot toward the nape of his neck, his cervical vertebrae suddenly became soft and as flexible as if boneless. He opened his mouth and bit down, clamping onto the arrow shaft with his teeth.

The strength of his muscles and bones at this moment was even more formidable and resilient than the alloy machinations of modern society.

Hard to damage.

More so were his teeth—the hardest bones in the body.

The biting force was shockingly extreme.

With a bite on the arrow shaft, the fire-red arrow that had moved like a venomous snake was immediately immobilized. A sharp and scorching intent shot straight for his forehead, shaking his spirit.

The Red Lotus Karmic Fire in Zhou Ping’an’s mind merely swayed slightly, burning this spiritual force to nothingness.

Spitting out the arrow, Zhou Ping’an didn’t turn his head back.

He stomped down with added force, cracking the ground open into a deep pit; his figure drew a long white streak, whooshing as he delivered a reverse slash, already reaching in front of Ran Sifei.

Where the blade went, thunderous sounds of dense lightning resounded, space inch by inch collapsed, light and shadows twisted and shattered...

Ran Sifei staggered back more than ten steps, not yet fully stable on his feet.

The pain of his shattered arm bones left his head heavy, his eyes blurred, and somewhat unable to see clearly.

Yet fear gripped the bottom of his heart.

That day on the summit of Emerald Peak, the two had clashed in one exchange, too close to call a victor.

He had thought that if he had truly given his all at that time, not only would he not have been at a disadvantage, but he should have also had a slight edge.

However, upon their second encounter, it was not the same story at all.

He was completely unable to fight back.

It made no sense.

During these days, not only had his cultivation made great progress, but he also led three thousand soldiers in red armor, setting up a formation map, pooling the forces of everyone’s vital energy and blood force, their attack and defense beyond increased manifold.

Despite that, during their first clash, he was directly broken apart.

Not only was his arm broken, but all his internal organs vibrated simultaneously, and he was almost unable to catch his breath at this moment.

Looking back, the three thousand soldiers in red armor also simultaneously stalled, their spirits faltering.

Clearly, their morale had greatly declined.

In an army formation, once the momentum builds and the general has the upper hand, victory comes without struggle, slaying generals and capturing flags.

The soldiers beneath the general, moreover, become increasingly bold and strong in battle.

Eventually forming a rolling, unstoppable, torrential wave forward.

But once the general is defeated and flees, the whole army becomes dispirited and weakened.

That’s the true representation of "one incompetent general brings disaster to the entire army."

’Three people joining forces, and yet they couldn’t stop him, just how strong has this guy become?’ Ran Sifei hadn’t managed to make sense of it all in his mind.

Before his eyes, light and shadows morphed, the entire sky and earth seemingly splitting apart all of a sudden.

He opened his mouth as if a great fish gasping for air, feeling as if his internals were burning, his vision full of stars, barely able to lift the long halberd in his left hand.

The opponent’s sword move hadn’t fully unfolded yet, and the air had already condensed into a monstrous wave, heavy as if a mountain thousands of meters tall, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Impossible."

Ran Sifei felt despair in his heart, and at the last moment, thousands of Red Lotus talismans on his body burst simultaneously...

His skin quaked, blood rose like mist, his strength exceeded forty thousand jin, reaching a new level. He concentrated all his heart, spirit, energy, and blood into the long halberd in his left hand.

Twisting his waist and turning his body, his arm and wrist rotated, bringing down a halberd slash.

’Even if the opponent’s slash is that heavy, I should at least be able to block eighty or ninety percent of its force, saving my life. Once I catch a breath, a three-pronged assault should not leave us so passive.’ Ran Sifei raced with thoughts in his mind, revealing his true mettle in the brink of life and death.

His halberd slash was vigorously fierce, indeed capable of buying time.

Zhou Ping’an felt it, too.

A strand of sword light seeped into the void, stabbing forth again.

Surely, Saintess Yunling was treading the void, catching the treasured sword, and turning to join the battle once more.

At the same time, from another direction.

A supremely sharp edge, not yet reached, had already plunged into his mind.

Like the sun setting in the west.

Locking down everything.

In a high-stakes duel, it all comes down to an instant.

Zhou Ping’an’s wrist holding the sword shifted ever so slightly, and his mightily executed slash instantaneously became as gentle as a breeze in early spring, brushing the water without causing a ripple...

The pale blue blade, with a slight hop, shifted from a slanting to a horizontal slash, naturally transitioning as effortlessly as an antelope hanging by its horns.

Ran Sifei’s halberd heavily crashed down.

The ground cracked, a long fissure extending fifty meters out.

However, a sudden red line appeared across his neck.

His body swayed, eyes wide open, lips muttering, he sighed, "What a fast blade."

With that final sentence,

His head rolled down from his neck.

The large figure slowly toppled forward.

Strangely, very little blood flowed from his neck, glistening with a silvery sheen.

"General!"

The three thousand cavalry let out a gut-wrenching roar, the formation thrown into chaos, some charging forward, some retreating.

Others turned their horses to flee wildly to the side.

In a moment, hundreds were dismounted.

Trampled by iron hooves into the mud.

...

With the Enlightened Subtlety Mindset as clear as candlelight illuminating in all directions, Zhou Ping’an saw through Ran Sifei’s moves and his entire body’s circulation of Qi-Blood and True Qi, nimbly decapitating him with One Slash.

Zhou Ping’an felt a clarity in his mind, his True Qi lively throughout his body, his spirit rising once again.

He faintly noticed a speck of arrow light turning into a cyclonic dragon, roaring as it shot toward him.

Along its path, everything shattered and split.

Even the Yuan Qi around him, as well as his internal True Qi, in an instant, became unmanageable, chaotically boiling like a hot pot.

"Huh, a Spirit-Sealing Arrow."

Zhou Ping’an knew that this must be the "Spirit-Sealing Arrow," one of the Three Divine Arrows of Yi Heavenly King.

Legend has it that once this arrow is loosed, it can disrupt the balance of yin and yang, seal the spiritual sense, and leave the recipient nothing but a sitting duck.

Especially when facing Qi Refinement experts, it has a uniquely effective use.

What "disrupt yin and yang, seal spiritual sense," Zhou Ping’an had been utterly skeptical upon first hearing about it.

Because he knew that at the Mortal Rank Ninth Refinement stage, no matter how earth-shatteringly someone boasted, it was just a more advanced martial skill.

It was martial skill, not some Immortal Technique.

It wasn’t that magical.

The reason one couldn’t handle it was merely a lack of understanding of its intricacies.

Now, sensing this long arrow whistling towards him, he immediately understood what the so-called "disruption of yin and yang, sealing of spiritual sense" was all about.

Nothing more than a special vibrational method that triggers changes in the frequency of the surrounding Yuan Qi— and, moreover, causes the enemy’s spiritual power and the True Qi within their body to resonate with it...

Then, the victim’s mind becomes disordered, their control over True Qi becomes unresponsive, and naturally, their combat power diminishes greatly.

If it were a Qi Refinement Martial Artist, with the loss of True Qi at this time, their strength would be reduced by at least seventy to eighty percent— if not dead, what then?

However, seventy to eighty percent of his own strength was based in his physical body.

The Profound Secret Technique was integrated into his mind.

The so-called disruption of one’s psyche and True Qi was nothing more than preventing one from using Martial Intent and mobilizing True Qi, with little real effect.

A grand flame burst forth from within the forest.

Zhou Ping’an’s True Qi felt like a stagnant pond, unresponsive to his command.

Yet, he was not panicked in the slightest.

With a light tap of his foot, his right foot lifted off his left, and his body soared up like a crane rising to the skies.

He left behind a long trailing shadow.

The pale blue light of his sword turned into a full moon.

Intercepting everything in front of him.

Boom...

This bizarre arrow was forcefully shattered by Zhou Ping’an’s slash, turned into dust.

His long sword, struck by this rainbow of an arrow, bounced high, shooting straight up into the sky.

The Vigorous Qi in front of him scattered like the rising sun.

The boundless heat exploded with blinding brightness, making it impossible for one to keep their eyes open.

The surrounding scenery turned a stark white, and no longer could one discern the mountain’s shape or the water’s pattern— needless to say, the sneak attack, a sliver of sword energy aimed at his throat from the void, was even less visible.

"Such a Holy Maiden."

Zhou Ping’an’s heart flared with rising anger, having suffered several sneak attacks from the Soaring Immortal Swordsmanship face-to-face.

Although he knew it was the opponent’s tactic, relying on the God-like and ghostly moves of Soaring Immortal Swordsmanship to strike at his weak points, he still found it somewhat unbearable.

This Holy Maiden’s temperament was truly vicious.

And her wrist-play was mighty indeed.

Even her movement technique and swordsmanship were among the top choices.

If it had been half a month earlier, he might not necessarily have been her match.

But even with such a mighty and exquisite swordsmanship, in the hands of this Holy Maiden, it ultimately contained a rather petty air.

Sneaky and underhanded, she never faced him head-on.

Zhou Ping’an instantly saw through the origin of her sword moves. His left hand’s sparking fingertip curved and flicked ever so lightly.

Pop...

The Soaring Immortal Sword, as if struck by lightning, bent into a bow shape, and the hilt shot backward.

Striking Saintess Yunling in front of her chest.

She was hit so hard that she broke bones and tendons, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from her mouth.

However, this woman possessed many secret techniques.

Somehow, with just a shift in her breath, her pale face regained its rosiness.

Clearly, she had some sort of injury-transfer method.

Very difficult to kill in one strike.

Beside her, the constant constraints of Yi Heavenly King’s arrows made the fight quite uncomfortable.

"Kill the Divine Archer first."

Zhou Ping’an clenched his teeth slightly, borrowed strength upon landing, and with a swift movement of his dragging sword, his figure flickered. In two leaps, he had already covered more than forty yards and reached the edge of the forest.

"Come down."

He brandished his sword like a dragon soaring to the sky.

The pale blue sword light roared and spun.

Surrounding trees exploded, and debris flew in all directions, transforming into a roaring, spinning dragon as well.

The air turned into ripples, stirred by the sword’s edge, turning inside out and upside down.

[River Overturning Sea]

This move was far more potent than when he had used it in Dongshan City.

After all, the full force of the Purifying Lotus Body Sixth Level was explosively unleashed, even though True Qi had been temporarily locked by the opponent’s Spirit-Sealing Arrow, making it difficult to mobilize.

But with the amplification of vital energy and blood force alone, he still wielded a force of six to seven hundred thousand jin.

With an onslaught of strikes, it truly resembled a flood dragon, creating waves and displaying formidable divine power.

Yi Heavenly King’s eyebrows shot upward in alarm.

As an archer, it was natural for him to retreat as he attacked, never letting an enemy get close.

Each arrow sought life, and even figures of the same level found it hard to find an opportunity to counter when faced with arrow attacks.

Yet, the man before him had received two of his Divine Arrows as if nothing had happened and, despite the assault of the Sunset Divine Arrow, had closed the distance in two strides, now standing right before him.

"I’ve been careless."

Yi Heavenly King had been standing at the top of a tree, his clothes fluttering and billowing with the wind, planning to string his arrows one after another to wear down his opponent.

Suddenly, his body swayed slightly.

As ripples of sword light arose before him, he found himself unable to control the urge to plunge into the vortex of sword energy, like a moth drawn to a flame.

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