Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 404 - 362 Shatter the Divine Arrow, Devour the Hong Lian, Without Sorrow or Fear

Chapter 404: Chapter 362 Shatter the Divine Arrow, Devour the Hong Lian, Without Sorrow or Fear

"Excellent swordsmanship, Universe Reversal, Chaos of Yin and Yang."

Yi Heavenly King’s heart was filled with annoyance, thinking that the so-called Saintess Yunling, famed for her prodigious talent and early achievements, was actually overrated.

The role she played in the battle was truly too limited.

Even Ran Sifei was better, able to go head-to-head and distract the young man’s attention, allowing oneself to fire the Slaying Arrow.

Despite the resentment in his heart, considering the Holy Maiden hadn’t played a role befitting her status,

Yi Heavenly King, having been through countless killings and once having hunted with the top experts throughout the Central Plains, had experienced dangers and battles as numerous as the hairs on an ox.

He had been approached closely many times before.

He wasn’t actually worried; as a top-tier archer of equal level, trapped in close combat, he had enough methods to extricate himself from such situations.

"Here..."

Even though he had many thoughts in his mind, Yi Heavenly King’s hands remained steady.

Pulling back the fiery red and golden bow, a barrage of arrows appeared in front of him.

If he was deterred by the opponent’s sword momentum, his body trapped in a maelstrom of sword light, unable to distinguish up from down, left from right,

Then he simply wouldn’t try to distinguish.

At that moment, he was as if he had grown seventeen or eighteen arms.

Arrows fell like rain, whizzing sharply, shooting in all directions.

His body radiated intense golden light, like the blazing sun overhead, the arrows’ light forming strands of golden brilliance, turning the ten-zhang area around him into a field of golden fiery rain.

Seemingly illusory yet real.

"Snap..."

All of a sudden, the golden light converged.

The blood flames all extinguished.

A pale white hand like jade had already reached into the midst of countless arrows, grabbing Yi Heavenly King’s throat in one swoop.

The raging winds around stopped...

Yi Heavenly King looked incredulously towards Zhou Ping’an.

Only to find that this man was already peppered with feather arrows, six stuck in his left and right chest, and even more, nine, were embedded in his lower abdomen and arms.

The arrows sank three inches into the flesh, but as the man breathed, they gradually started backing out.

Until they fell to the ground.

As white light surged, the arrow wounds began to wriggle with flesh granulation, already scabbing over, turning into mere red marks.

As the wind swept past.

Beneath the tattered Green Clothes, all wounds turned to specks of white marks.

"Your archery skills are indeed excellent, and your movement technique is too slippery. If I hadn’t taken a few heavy arrows to speed up my approach, it would have been difficult to catch you."

Zhou Ping’an laughed heartily.

In his view, this Yi Heavenly King was much more troublesome than Saintess Yunling.

This fellow knew when to act and when to flee.

His arrows were incredibly powerful, and his speed was outrageously fast.

If he hadn’t been ready to take a few powerful arrows and accelerate his approach, he might have let Yi Heavenly King get away, resorting to hit-and-run tactics again.

After all, being an archer at the peak of the Mortal Rank Ninth Refinement, defeating him was not difficult, but capturing him was.

"Would you like to learn my archery? I can teach..."

The shock in Yi Heavenly King’s eyes hadn’t faded when he began to bargain.

Before he could finish his sentence,

His neck had been crushed into mush by an enormous force.

Looking at the surprise in Yi Heavenly King’s eyes, turning into still despair, and carrying a hint of disbelief, Zhou Ping’an, with a grin, lightly said, "Your archery is good indeed, but I simply cannot trust you."

Recalling that the first time they met, it was with a Divine Arrow.

Zhou Ping’an felt a deep hatred, and his killing intent had long since boiled over.

That time, when he fought Fang Buping from afar, Yi Heavenly King’s arrow broke through his three layers of defense and Ninth Level Overlapping Blade, making a large hole in his right chest.

Moreover, it had jolted his spirit, soul-chasing and soul-cleaving.

Such a ruthless and fierce attack was something Zhou Ping’an had never encountered before.

If by some stroke of luck he hadn’t had the Red Lotus Visualization Method to protect his soul and the Life and Death Impermanence Needle Technique to heal his flesh, as well as his robust constitution to withstand an arrow without collapsing, he would have been finished on the spot.

Against such a cunning and powerful enemy, the best course of action was not to give him any chance.

Better to forgo some benefits,

than to leave behind even the slightest danger.

Therefore, Zhou Ping’an didn’t wait for him to finish speaking and directly crushed his neck.

Even then, he was still somewhat uneasy.

With a swing of his blade, Zhou Ping’an beheaded the white-bearded elder.

The experts of the Red Lotus Sect always had some bizarre tricks up their sleeves.

Should there be any secret technique for cheating death, endless troubles would arise.

Better to be assured by lopping off the head.

If he could still come back to life after that, then Zhou Ping’an would have to admire him and concede that fate had indeed spared him.

"Why aren’t you running away?"

Zhou Ping’an, having effortlessly killed Yi Heavenly King, looked at this member of the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Red Lotus, the Divine Arrow Heavenly King, as he fell to the netherworld, feeling a rush of satisfaction.

Turning his head to look at Saintess Yunling, his gaze became strange.

This Holy Maiden had fled two hundred li in the night, and he had chased her for a shichen and a half, over mountains and across rivers.

It can be said that her will to live was extremely strong.

There was absolutely no reason for her to seek death voluntarily.

If she wasn’t fleeing now, she must have confidence not to flee.

Could it be that she thought he was exhausted after fighting powerful enemies, with his true qi depleted and his flesh repaired, that he was at the end of his strength?

If she thought so, then she was truly mistaken.

"As the Holy Maiden, I’ve led to the death of Nanny Wei and several other Protectors on my behalf, and all the Divine Generals under my command have nearly been wiped out, with even Yi Heavenly King beheaded; where else could I possibly flee to?"

A bitter smile appeared on Saintess Yunling’s face.

There was a certain pity in her eyes as she looked at him.

Those unaware would wonder what Zhou Ping’an might have done to her.

They would never imagine that it was this Holy Maiden herself who saw all living beings beneath the heavens as nothing, casually manipulating and slaughtering them at will.

With a mere wave of her hand, she could determine the fate of tens or hundreds of millions of people.

She professed to "Recreate the Universe, seeking benefit for the people".

In reality, it was all for herself.

In her eyes, the common folk were hardly more important than ants.

"Enough with these shady tactics that won’t stand scrutiny; don’t bother flaunting them in front of me. You know that I, too, have studied the Red Lotus Visualization Method."

Zhou Ping’an’s gaze turned icy, his murderous intent solidifying.

He had already figured out what Saintess Yunling was planning.

One glance at her indifferent and majestic eyes, devoid of any human emotion, told him that this time, he absolutely could not hold back.

Not that he had ever intended to spare her.

Zhou Ping’an was very familiar with the state that Yunling was in now.

Because he had experimented with it himself before.

Igniting an endless Power of Wishes to push the mind into a state of Divine Clarity.

That was what Zhou Ping’an recognized as the "Overclocking State" of his mind.

Under this state, whether it was the speed of thought processes or the delicate application of Martial Techniques, both were greatly enhanced.

The mind became keener, the Five Senses extraordinary—combat power didn’t just improve slightly but multiplied several times over.

The stronger one was originally, the more one could feel the incredible power granted by this state of Overclocking.

Faster speed, sharper neural responses, more effective use of strength, and more intricate variations of moves...

"If you had been willing to sacrifice your Power of Wishes and risked damaging your spirit, fighting desperately with this technique during the initial siege, you might have had a glimmer of hope."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head with a cold chuckle, "Now, it’s too late."

Before the sound of his voice had faded.

His two eyes also turned a pale gold, exuding an intense majesty.

It seemed as though everything before him had nothing to do with him, as if even the collapse of heaven and earth were just fleeting clouds, unworthy of his concern.

"Indeed, overclocking the brain can damage the mind, weaken the soul, and rapidly burn through the Power of Wishes like incense, making the cost of a single fight painfully sufficient to make one want to bang their head against a wall.

But my physical body is stronger than hers, I have more Power of Wishes, and the Life and Death Impermanence Needle Technique to regenerate vitality, what makes her think she can compete with me?"

This time, without any prior agreement, both figures disappeared into the wind.

Only to see light and shadow playing across, and clothes whipping through the air.

In the blink of an eye, razor-sharp winds cut through soil and stone, trees and grass... occasionally leveling hillocks to the ground.

In the eyes of the three thousand cavalrymen who had halted their charge,

they couldn’t see any people, only sensing extreme danger.

Run anywhere, but not in this direction.

This battle was destined to have no witnesses.

Nor was there any earth-shattering collision.

When the howling winds ceased,

a figure in Green Clothes appeared atop a ravaged hillside.

Zhou Ping’an’s face was slightly pale, and he let out a long breath, looking at the graceful body nearby, its head severed by a slash, feeling not the slightest tremor in his heart.

The Soaring Immortal Swordsmanship, combined with the burning of the Power of Wishes to activate overclocking, was indeed strategically flawless—counter move by move, illuminating miles around.

Regrettably, any skill is ultimately an enhancement on one’s basic abilities.

This kind of secret technique from Divine Clarity, like the Red Lotus.

In the end, it still comes down to the basics.

Zhou Ping’an’s Martial Techniques and cultivation, his physical foundation, were a notch above Yunling’s. He also had more Power of Wishes. Naturally, he had the upper hand in the fight.

The outcome was by no means unexpected.

With one slash, he killed Saintess Yunling.

Zhou Ping’an then saw a red lotus slowly revolving and rising into the air.

Upon seeing this red lotus,

the Karmic Fire Illusory Lotus in his own mind, which had severely diminished, suddenly began to leap wildly.

Its manner was like a playful and noisy child who had long coveted an Ultraman toy, now preparing to throw a tantrum for its possession.

"You want the visualization created by a green tea b****?"

Despite the disdain, power was indeed appealing.

Zhou Ping’an barely shifted his thoughts before he let down his guard.

The red lotus in his mind spun rapidly, emitting a strange ripple that reached ten yards ahead.

The Karmic Fire Red Lotus that had appeared upon Saintess Yunling’s death was touched by this ripple and instantly turned into a stream of flame, merging into his own red lotus.

Boom...

Zhou Ping’an’s body shook.

His mind swirled.

In front of his eyes, it seemed as if he had seen countless poor and suffering people, then cities and lands arising, and eight large characters surged from his heart: "By the Red Lotus’s fire, the universe is recreated."

After regaining clarity, Zhou Ping’an discovered that his spiritual power had suddenly expanded, shifting from sensing within a radius of a hundred meters to being able to discern everything within two hundred meters.

Within two hundred meters, even at the darkest dawn, he could accurately inspect every blade of grass, every insect and ant in detail.

The Spiritual Lotus rotated slowly, its former etherealness becoming slightly more tangible, even gaining a touch of reality.

The remaining thirty-eight thousand strands of Power of Wishes, like threads, encircled and protected this red lotus.

In the depths of his heart, a sense of fullness and ease took permanent residence.

Without worry, without fear, forever free from bewilderment.

For the first time, Zhou Ping’an felt that his existence in this world was no longer precarious.

Ahead of him, a bright path unfolded.

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