Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 466 - 415: Toasting and Penalizing, Both Sides Lose

Chapter 466: Chapter 415: Toasting and Penalizing, Both Sides Lose

The deep, odd aura lurking within the middle-aged man with the high crown was expertly concealed, betraying only an outward appearance of bright and clear breezes after a rain, his brows open and spirited, smile warm and inviting, making anyone who saw him feel instant joy.

Had Zhou Ping’an not intended to approach him, he would not have experienced such intense crisis perception, his hairs rising slightly on end, nearly fooled by his eyes and mental induction.

He never knew where his innate talent for crisis perception really came from.

But he did know one thing.

That was, if he encountered someone who could trigger his sense of crisis, someone who caused his body and soul to both feel discomfort, then, that person must meet two conditions.

One, they must be able to pose a considerable threat to his life.

The other, they must harbor malicious intent, practically itching to kill him.

In Guangyun County, anyone who met both of these conditions was undoubtedly his mighty sworn enemy, one not to be underestimated.

Therefore, at that instant, he locked onto the middle-aged man with the high crown, ninety-nine percent sure it was Master Cui, Cui Guangling of the Cui Mansion.

The man was incredibly adept at hiding himself, his reputation on the surface was quite good too.

Completely at odds with the information Zhou Ping’an had secretly gleaned, indicating that the man was extremely dangerous.

"Then let’s see if you can withstand this generous gift I’ve brought you."

A golden patterned crocodile egg, the size of a basketball, darted out a streak of golden light, gathering unparalleled strength, displacing clouds and dispelling Qi, booming as it directly smashed toward Cui Guangling.

The layers of Gang Qi it whipped up along its path tore through curtains and lanterns like a hurricane, shattered flowers and calligraphies, and flung the guests around like paper dolls, the golden radiance flashing towards their chests.

Cui Guangling’s smiling face froze completely, one hand protecting a newly taken maid of his nineteenth room, a flash of blood in his eyes, his right hand transformed fingers into a sword.

Hiss...

The air in the hall made heavy ripping sounds.

A trace of black rift became visible in space.

Beams, doorways, windows, all simultaneously tore apart like paper.

The golden light had just reached three feet in front of him when it was cleaved in two by a magnificent and domineering blood-colored sword light.

Even the vigorous Qi and Qi-Blood that Zhou Ping’an had gathered to launch the giant egg was dispersed into nothingness.

It was as if it had melted into the blood light.

Crack...

The crocodile egg burst open.

A sharp and young cry rang out, only to be abruptly cut short.

Egg white splattered everywhere, the shell shattered into a thousand pieces, revealing a small golden-red crocodile inside, already bisected at the waist.

The hind half melted into foul blood, while only the head of the front half remained, with a faint golden light trying to fend off the invasion of the blood light.

But it only managed to resist for a moment before beginning to melt.

"My child."

An indescribable wail of despair and anger echoed through the air.

The sky above became completely dark.

Whoosh...

The rain poured down in torrents.

The guests in the hall could not see the slightest daylight anymore.

Looking up through the skylight, they saw a huge, winding figure issuing a heart-palpitating, heavy roar, and a massive green claw, as large as a building itself, crashed down fiercely.

"Southern Scale Demon Chief, Sea Dragon Transformation..."

Having successfully repelled the massive projectile, Cui Guangling sought the figure that had attempted the secret attack. He felt a familiar aura, especially that Blood Transformation Sword Qi, resonating remotely with the power within him, wondering if that old fellow had finally lost patience and was making a move against him.

Before his thoughts could fully turn, the giant egg had already been shattered.

He saw a small crocodile.

His heart screamed, "bad."

Before he could react,

The roof of the great hall collapsed completely like a pile of bricks, soil and wooden debris flying about, a giant claw grasping down from above.

It was too late for explanations now.

Reaching to his waist, an unremarkable long sword appeared in his hand.

With a Jin Operation, the sword light shot straight to the sky, turning into a blood-red, wide river.

It surged up powerfully, colliding with the Sea Dragon’s massive claw with a thunderous crash.

The green and blood-red radiance became a raging torrent, pouring out in all directions.

Within a radius of thirty yards, whether human or beast, and buildings alike, all were swept away by this violent wave.

The hundred-yard expanse of the Governor’s Mansion had only borne this single strike before being largely destroyed.

The sounds of loud wailing arose from all sides.

The remaining bystanders, those with better skills, hurriedly ran off into the distance.

Zhou Ping’an watched coldly, yet his heart remained unmoved.

He was thinking it was as he had guessed.

This Cui Guangling had discreetly grown stronger, and who knew how powerful he had become by now.

The Blood Shadow Divine Skill, as a martial arts, was clearly excessively high-end. Cui Guangling was unscrupulous in his actions, sustaining it with the power of an entire prefecture and secretly practicing it with blood sacrifices. The speed of his cultivation’s progress could not be inferred by common sense.

In fact, this man’s nature was also terrifyingly cold-hearted.

When he countered the attack of the Old Crocodile, he showed no concern for the lives of everyone in his residence.

Even the woman he had been protecting until now was blasted to powder by the force of the blast, and he didn’t even turn his head to look.

Instead, his expression was unchanged, his voice calm.

"Demon Chief, Mr. Cui asks himself if he has ever offended you, why such fury? Regarding that giant egg earlier, clearly there was someone instigating the situation. How about we cease fighting and find that petty crook, and then compete?"

"I’ve long heard that Cui Guangling is a man of honeyed words and pleasing appearance, but I didn’t expect you to practice such evil skills. You can’t be allowed to live."

Heartbroken over the death of his son, the Old Crocodile was red-eyed, searching all around, but he couldn’t sense the smallest trace of Qi and was not willing to stop. His gaze was firmly fixed on Cui Guangling, "A cease-fire? First, let me take your head to mourn my child..."

Before he finished speaking, his arms slightly spread, the Silver-Horned Shears emitted a hazy mist, already sealing off a hundred zhang in front of him. His figure merged with the mist, transforming into a faint Sea Dragon, roaring long, coiling and decending in a reverse snip.

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, I let you pass through my territory, not wanting trouble, only to find you seeking your own death."

Although Cui Guangling’s voice was still calm, one could hear the urgency and anger in his tone.

The Blood Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and an evil and bloody aura explosively burst forth.

Thousands of screams and wails appeared simultaneously, causing distraction and unease, as well as a sense of dread and fear.

The next moment, Cui Guangling’s figure merged with the sword light, transforming into a rainbow of light, whooshing forward, slicing through the Sea Dragon’s form, and finding the real body of the Old Crocodile.

Thrusting directly at the throat.

A pair of silver shears, snap, snipped onto the sword...

The rainbow of light dimmed, grazing past the shoulder of the Old Crocodile, splashing beads of blood. At the same time, Cui Guangling’s body shook violently, having been struck by the tail of the crocodile on his back.

He was hit so hard that his body transformed into a series of Blood Shadows, flickering repeatedly.

The two exchanged several moves, entangling in a deadly struggle.

As soon as they fought, the battle became intense, with every move meant to kill.

Zhou Ping’an concealed his breath and hid his form, blending into the panicking fleeing crowd, while occasionally finding the time to look back.

The function of the Five Desires Evil Art was to allow him to feign godliness and devilishness, and even mimic emotions and spirit. That was the real reason he had thrown the crocodile egg and hidden himself in the presence of the Old Crocodile and Cui Guangling.

The reason neither man controlled their own display of power or restrained their Vigorous Qi waves, but rather let them burst and sweep in all directions unguardedly,

Half the reason was that they did not want to distract themselves by controlling it.

The other half, of course, was to find Zhou Ping’an’s whereabouts.

After exchanging several moves and both suffering injuries, they grew increasingly enraged.

Gradually, they both became truly fierce.

Zhou Ping’an carefully watched for a while and found that, in terms of cultivation strength and deep roots, the one who was truly powerful was the Southern Scale Demon Chief. His Sea Dragon Physical Refinement was extremely powerful, causing even the sky to seem collapsed, with Yuan Qi as vast as mountains and seas.

While Cui Guangling was at a disadvantage, he could occasionally transform into a Blood Shadow, reducing damage and vanishing from sight, and the blood-colored longsword in his hand was clearly extraordinary, much more formidable than the Silver-Horned Shears in the hands of the Old Crocodile.

The Old Crocodile had been struck twice on the shoulder and arm, now his wounds were bone-deep and bleeding incessantly, and he seemed to be in continuous weakness.

This showed that the sword could continuously drain blood.

If the battle were prolonged, and if Cui Guangling could hold on, then it would be the Old Crocodile who wouldn’t last.

"The Southern Scale Demon Chief is one thing, his name has shaken the Southern Marsh’s Thousand Pools for one hundred eighty years, he’s definitely a fearsome character. But what allows Cui Guangling to step into the True Martial Realm..."

Zhou Ping’an’s heart sank as he watched.

His Eyesight flickered slightly, "The back courtyard that was swept away, deep underground, there’s still a fierce and domineering Qi hidden. If it hasn’t struck now, it doesn’t mean it won’t forever."

"It seems, hoping that they will both be injured or even die, is impossible now..."

Thinking of his goal, which was to delay the Demonic Barbarian army’s advance, to gain time for the development of the Three Counties of Liyou, and also to give himself some time for a breakthrough, Zhou Ping’an’s footsteps paused, and like a headless fly, he ran around in disorder but did not go far, quietly approaching a bit closer.

"Transform..."

The Old Crocodile apparently understood that continuing the battle for so long was very disadvantageous to him.

He felt a bad premonition emerging.

No longer holding back, he roared, the water light around him contracted, transforming into a huge sea-green dragon python with two horns on its head and fangs sharp as knives.

The Silver-Horned Shears, now bearing several notches, also merged into his body, and a gleaming treasure light emerged between claws and teeth.

Leaping tens of zhang high, swimming in arcs, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, roaring as he rushed downwards.

As he neared.

The Old Crocodile’s speed increased by a fraction, the Sea Dragon phantom opened its mouth to bite.

At the same time, from the dragon’s head, another slightly smaller crocodile head appeared, darting forward like lightning.

Even with Zhou Ping’an’s Eyesight, he couldn’t clearly see in that instant how the wide mouth crossed ten zhang of void.

He only saw that it had already clamped onto Cui Guangling’s blood-colored body.

Swallowing both man and sword in a single gulp.

"Good..."

Zhou Ping’an inwardly praised.

Honestly speaking, he couldn’t have blocked that move himself.

Unless he had foreseen trouble and run more than fifty zhang away, he would have been bitten for sure.

It must be the Old Crocodile’s natal talent kill move.

Just he didn’t know what it was called.

It should also be extremely consuming to use, which is why it couldn’t be used casually.

Whether he or Uncle Master Xiao Yu, they had provoked several times and had never seen such a desperate strike. He didn’t know whether to count that as lucky or unfortunate.