Chapter 543
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Chapter 543: The Gods Make Way
The dusky sky trembled.
The howling wind roared through the city.
Amidst the swirling dust, Zhou Ping walked forward step by step along that road, his hands empty.
The rising and falling shouts pierced through the wailing wind, reaching his ears.
“Slay the gods…?”
He murmured to himself.
He extended his right hand and gently placed it on his chest.
There, a brilliance like glass flowed across his skin, growing brighter and brighter.
Within his heart, a long-buried emotion stirred, as if it were about to break free from its shackles and surge forth.
That emotion was called passion.
When did he start to lose hope in this world?
When did he stop loving this world?
When did he begin to reject this world?
Zhou Ping did not know, nor did he want to recall; he chose to seal those memories deep within his heart, letting them become a thing of the past.
But now, the fire in his heart burned ever more fiercely.
In the past, although he had intervened multiple times to help the Great Xia resolve disasters, it was more due to the chivalrous spirit he yearned for.
He believed that a Sword Saint should protect the people, so he acted accordingly.
That was responsibility, not from the heart.
But this time was different.
This time, he truly heard their voices.
Those two night watchmen, those three children, the tens of thousands sleeping in the city seemed to be saying:
“—Please, Great Xia Sword Saint, slay the gods!”
This voice suppressed all other sounds like the ringing of a temple bell, echoing in Zhou Ping’s mind, and within his heart, the nearly exhausted sword intent surged with astonishing speed!
Some admired him, some trusted him, some needed him.
Isn’t this the chivalry he longed for?
The heavy shackles pressing on his heart were pried open by Lin Qiye and others, and at this moment, they were burned hot by the rekindled flames within him, trembling violently!
His momentum soared, his injured spine slowly straightening,
Around him, the sound of swords rang out!
It was as if countless swords circled around him, buzzing in unison with his footsteps, growing ever louder, like the cry of a phoenix, resounding through the heavens.
The brilliance like glass flowed slowly across his skin,
His eyes shone clear as mirrors.
As Zhou Ping took his final step, a deep rumble echoed within him, as if a hammer struck an ancient bronze bell, buzzing loudly.
Almost,
He was so close to breaking that layer of shackles…
Zhou Ping furrowed his brow, glancing down at his glass-like palm, letting out a helpless sigh.
The fire in his heart had already burned out, but he was still half a step away from breaking through that ceiling…
He had no time left.
Zhou Ping raised his head, looking beyond the dusky sky at the three gods relentlessly striking the Fengdu laws, and stepped forward.
His figure vanished from the spot.
…
Above the clouds.
The God of Yellow Sand, Set, the God of Wind, Xiu, and Amon looked down at the city radiating a ghostly light, their brows slightly furrowed.
“This Great Xia law is truly troublesome,” Amon squinted, a flash of purple light flickering in his eyes.
“Even if the three of us join forces, we won’t be able to break the Great Xia law in a short time,” Xiu, still injured, said calmly. “The immediate priority is to take this city back to the Sun City.”
Set, draped in a yellow cloak, scanned the city, his brow slightly raised.
“Xiu, where is that strong human you mentioned? We’ve been here for so long, why hasn’t he shown up? Could it be that you made him up?”
Xiu frowned and glanced at him. “I have no reason to deceive you.”
His gaze fell on the city radiating ghostly light, a hint of confusion appearing on his brow.
“Strange, with such a commotion, he shouldn’t be unable to sense it…”
Could it be that the injuries he left on the opponent were too severe, and he had already died?
Set turned to the black-clad Amon and asked, “Can you use curses through the Fengdu laws?”
“I can,” Amon nodded. “Fortune is not something that laws can block; as long as we use this dragon vein as a conduit, we can curse the entire Great Xia territory.”
“Then you may begin.”
Amon slowly raised both hands, holding a black staff in his right hand, while his left hand formed a strange gesture. A sinister black light erupted from him, and an extremely evil aura spread through the air.
Ding——!!
At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared before them.
The man was clad in blood-stained black, his hands empty,
His eyes calm as water, clear as a sword.
The instant he appeared, the swirling clouds in the sky suddenly halted, and the sound of countless swords rang out from the void, echoing through the heavens and the earth.
His gaze calmly swept over the three gods,
And he slowly spoke:
“Great Xia Sword Saint Zhou Ping, I ask the gods to make way!”
It was him!
In that moment, Xiu felt a sense of relief.
His appearance proved that what he had said was not baseless; as long as Set experienced this human’s sword firsthand, he would understand why he had been forced back…
Wait,
Where is his sword?
Xiu stared at Zhou Ping’s empty hands, suddenly taken aback.
Above the clouds, Set frowned slightly upon seeing the suddenly appeared man.
“Ask us to make way? A mere human, what audacity!” He sneered coldly.
Boom——!!
He lightly waved his hand, and endless yellow sand surged from beneath his yellow cloak, instantly obscuring much of the sky.
Each grain of dark yellow sand emitted a terrifying aura, capable of easily piercing through half a city. They mixed with the howling wind, producing deafening explosions.
The yellow sand filled the sky!
Zhou Ping pointed with his right hand, lightly tapping in front of him.
Surging sword energy swirled around him, shattering each grain of yellow sand that approached his body, allowing the yellow sand to fill the sky, yet not a single grain could enter within three feet of him.
Surprise flickered in Set’s eyes.
After the yellow sand swept past Zhou Ping’s body, it rapidly accumulated, transforming into a desert suspended in the clouds, five times the area of the city below. Sunlight shone upon this floating desert, casting a wide shadow on the ground, blocking out the sun.
At the same time, atop this vast desert, a massive dark yellow sand tower rose from the ground, about nine hundred meters high, as if it were going to pierce the sky, standing majestically.
Set transformed into a handful of yellow sand, disappearing from his spot, and reappeared standing atop the sand tower.
“Desert Sand Realm.”
He spread his arms wide, his yellow cloak billowing in the wind, as if embracing this suspended desert.
And beneath him, Zhou Ping’s figure appeared as small as an ant.
Bang——!!!
Suddenly, the sand around Zhou Ping exploded, and a gigantic yellow sand hand, nearly a hundred meters in size, rapidly formed and slammed toward his body!
