Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 577 - 477 Asura Battle Dance + - 478 Peace Charm

Chapter 577: Chapter 477 Asura Battle Dance + Chapter 478 Peace Charm

"You’ve mistaken me for someone else."

Zhou Ping’an had just stepped onto the grass outside the city.

A sinister voice had already echoed from far behind.

At first, the voice sounded distant, about a hundred feet away, but before the sentence was finished, a foul wind hit his face accompanied by a blood-curdling stench, causing Zhou Ping’an’s hair to stand on end all over his body.

Especially at the back of his heart, a sharp edge that seemed to pierce through everything had already pricked his skin, the cold, slimy feeling had reached his heart, chilling Zhou Ping’an to the core, and his blood slightly froze.

"So fast."

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t even turn around, his body slightly stooped forward, becoming a swift shadow that streaked, drawing a diagonal arc, and rushed out fifty feet, yet he felt that sharp, needle-like pain not only did not recede, but had pierced through his skin.

Hiss...

A crisp chiming sound.

Zhou Ping’an’s body leaned forward, nearly parallel to the ground, Cang Yue’s Long Sword, following the rotation of his waist and wrist, slanted from the back upwards in a counter sweep, employing the Sky-splitting Saber Technique silently, slaying the body, the soul, and all tangible and intangible beings.

He thought that as long as his opponent kept charging forward, they would be split in half by this slash.

Unexpectedly, just as the blade tore open a pitch-black rift,

The sharp stinging sensation had disappeared, and to the left, a figure around two meters tall, holding a blood-red large sword, appeared lightly like smoke in front of him.

This person moved elusively forward, the large sword spinning like a wheel, the tip of the sword stabbing out from behind the elbow, straight towards his throat.

Zhou Ping’an’s eyes were indifferent, his head slightly tilted back, leading with his waist and elbow, the long sword that had been attached to his back, unknowingly, had already moved from below his elbow to the front, slashing horizontally.

Transforming into a sea of aqua waves, too fast to see its shadow, instantly cutting at the waist of the tall figure of Blood Shadow.

Clang...

The blood-hued figure, as if preempting, slid backward by a foot, just evading Zhou Ping’an’s horizontal slash, the large sword in his hand changing from a stab to a tap, gently touching the side of Zhou Ping’an’s Long Sword.

Sword and saber collided.

Metallic clanging filled the air...

Zhou Ping’an’s form staggered significantly, feeling Cang Yue in his hand grow heavier, as if bearing the weight of a massive mountain. His wrist trembled slightly, his form already shifting from cutting forward to drawing back.

A sharp whistling sounded in front of him.

A streak of blood light flashed before his eyes.

It was that blood-colored long sword.

Yu Changsheng had leaped to the city wall and saw two figures exchanging three moves within the blink of an eye.

Too fast for even his eyes to catch up, chilling him to the core.

At this moment, the two outside the city stood opposed; only then could she clearly see the form of that blood-colored figure and took a sharp breath.

"Asura War General, could such a thing exist in the mortal realm?"

The blood-colored figure in her vision was tall and majestic, with arms like ape’s and a waist as slim as a bee’s, two sharp cow horns on his head piercing the sky, the figure was extremely perfect, yet the appearance was exceedingly ugly.

With sharp teeth and fierce eyes on his face, and blood-red skin, it looked as disgusting as a skinned toad.

Despite the repulsive appearance that made one want to vomit, it evoked a sense of fear from deep within.

"Is it a Hell Asura?"

Lin Huaiyu hurried over.

Seeing that the area of a hundred feet around the battlefield outside the city had been flattened by the Qi Force, turning into a crater, she shivered.

Just as she thought to rush forward, Yu Changsheng quickly stopped her.

"Don’t go out there; Asura is known as the best in All Realms Battle Skills and thrives in group combat. Those of lesser cultivation and combat power will only aid him if they get close..."

"It seems this isn’t the true Blood Sea Entity but someone who has cultivated this combat dharma form. Nephew disciple should manage it; let’s not add to the chaos."

These words weren’t without reason.

Yu Changsheng arrived the quickest and saw the clearest.

Just now, under a flash, the exchange of sword and saber was like a fleeting illusion, even, no spell was as fast as their fight-changing moves.

Under these circumstances, they couldn’t even intervene in the battle, they might fall victim before even seeing how the enemy strikes.

If they went to help,

Zhou Ping’an might have to act, even more, binding his hands and feet, and be counterproductive.

At this moment, no matter what, they could only trust that genius, Master Nephew Zhou, to find a way to overcome this formidable enemy.

"Order the troops to assemble and form up."

Lin Huaiyu was not a stubborn person; she knew Uncle Master Yu Changsheng, though not much older than herself, had been in contact with many hidden and profound texts and secrets within the Cloud Water Sect since his youth. He had a much deeper understanding of some matters in the field of cultivation than herself.

Since he said so, it must be true.

No need to question it.

The best way they could help Zhou Ping’an now was from a distance, by enhancing and boosting.

For instance, by using a formation.

Pooling the army’s blood, essence, and energy might also increase their chances of victory.

"We just don’t know if it’s too late to set the formation or if we can hold off until then."

Lin Huaiyu was anxious.

Green Lady, who had rushed from behind, was quickly rallying the troops, but felt extremely uneasy.

After all, having this legendary monster appear in reality, and living up to its notorious reputation, nobody knew just what kind of trump card it had or how formidable it was.

"Asura?"

Zhou Ping’an retreated thirty feet, his long saber slanting towards the ground, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Stop kidding around, the smell of sandalwood in your bones, I smelled it from afar, and besides, your anxious palm strike earlier already gave you away. Just a hint of blood, how could that hide your identity, let me guess who you are..."