Chapter 545
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Chapter 545: Arriving on Clouds
Feeling the second wave of divine pressure rapidly approaching, Zhou Ping furrowed his brows. His speed showed no signs of slowing down; instead, he accelerated even more!
He had to severely injure Sait before the two deities joined forces, or he would have no chance of winning.
Zhou Ping’s sword shattered the space as he appeared before Sait, a torrent of sword energy surged forth, rushing toward Sait’s face like a tornado!
Sait’s eyes narrowed slightly, and in the next moment, his entire being transformed into a cloud of yellow sand, vanishing without a trace.
The sword energy swept past the sand without touching Sait at all, and Zhou Ping’s expression immediately turned grave.
At the same time, a fierce wind surged from the void, striking him hard from behind and slamming him into the ground!
Boom—!!
Zhou Ping’s figure crashed down onto the desert like a meteor, kicking up a massive cloud of sand and gravel. Immediately, the surrounding yellow sand rapidly rolled back, like a giant coffin turned upside down, sealing Zhou Ping within.
In the sky, the yellow sand swirled as Sait, cloaked in a robe, reformed his figure.
He looked down at the giant coffin of yellow sand and snorted coldly.
“Humans are ultimately just humans. Without the power to control the laws, they can never truly harm a deity.
This… is the gap between us.”
With a grasp of his hand in the void, the giant coffin trapped in the yellow sand suddenly shrank, as if it intended to crush Zhou Ping inside into powder!
Ding—!
A crisp sound of a sword ringing out echoed, and a streak of sword light pierced through the coffin, creating an opening, allowing the figure in black to soar into the sky.
The Wind God Xiu stood atop the clouds, forming a strange seal with his hands, slowly pressing down.
Endless gusts of wind erupted from the void, converging into a terrifying tidal wave of wind, rushing toward the rapidly approaching figure.
Zhou Ping’s right hand trembled slightly, but he still held his sword finger steady. His eyes focused on the storm capable of tearing a city apart, calmly pointing his finger, leaving a multitude of afterimages in the air.
The surging waves of sword energy gathered around Zhou Ping, and with his sword finger, they collided with the oncoming storm.
The sword energy and the storm crashed together!
A visible shockwave erupted from above the clouds, spreading for hundreds of miles in an instant. Zhou Ping’s sword energy shredded nearly all the wind blades, but still, a large amount of residual wind struck him, reopening numerous wounds on his blood-stained black robe.
The scabs that had formed were torn apart, and a torrent of blood instantly stained Zhou Ping’s body.
Zhou Ping let out a muffled groan, his figure rapidly plummeting downward.
Injured and weaponless, he was now nearing his limit. Under the combined might of the two deities, he would soon find himself at a disadvantage.
At the same time, Sait extended his palm and grasped at the desert below, causing endless yellow sand to surge forth, gathering in his hand to form a nine-meter-long dark golden spear, exuding a terrifying aura of lethality that even dried the surrounding air.
He gripped the spear and hurled it toward the rapidly descending figure!
Boom—!!
The dark golden spear sliced through the sky, emitting a piercing explosion, striking toward Zhou Ping’s body like lightning!
Zhou Ping raised his sword finger, attempting to block the spear with his sword energy, but at this moment, his sword energy had been nearly exhausted. When his finger touched the spear, his entire right hand was shattered into a mist of blood, exploding in the air!
Fortunately, that one finger still managed to slightly deflect the spear’s trajectory, missing Zhou Ping’s heart and instead piercing through his right shoulder.
Zhou Ping’s figure crashed through the bottom of the desert sand realm, like a shooting star, directly landing on the ground shrouded in mist.
At this moment, the city shattered under the protection of the Fengdu laws had already moved nearly twenty kilometers forward, completely disappearing from the battlefield between Zhou Ping and the two deities, vanishing into the mist.
Of course, this distance was nothing to them; they could catch up in half a step. Thus, neither Xiu nor Sait had any intention of pursuing. As long as they killed this human in front of them, the shattered city would eventually fall into their hands.
Moreover, Amon had remained in that city, cursing the fate of the Great Xia through the dragon vein.
Half of Zhou Ping’s body had vanished, a pool of blood soaking the ground beneath him, spreading outward. He slowly stood up from the massive pit he had created, his face pale as a ghost.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
He lowered his head, violently coughing, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Around him was a city that had been abandoned in the mist for an unknown period, with numerous bricks and debris scattered about. In the distance, broken walls and ruins flickered in and out of visibility within the mist.
In the pool of blood, Zhou Ping’s coughing gradually subsided.
He slowly straightened his chest, standing upright, and looked up.
In the hazy mist, two towering and sacred figures slowly descended from the sky…
“Human, you have done well to reach this point; you should be proud.” The Wind God Xiu stood barefoot in the void, looking down at Zhou Ping’s figure, speaking calmly.
Zhou Ping stood in the pool of blood, slightly tilting his head to glance at the direction the shattered city had disappeared.
He remained silent, standing still.
“What? Are you still thinking of stalling for time, giving that city a chance to escape?” Sait sneered, “You should know that this distance means nothing to us. Even if you delay for another half an hour, what difference would it make?”
Zhou Ping shook his head. “I just feel… a bit regretful.”
“Regretful about what?”
“Regretful that I was so close to taking that step.”
He raised his head, looking at the two figures radiating divine might in the sky, a hint of bitterness appearing in his eyes: “Regretful that I was so close to… slaying a god.”
“Slaying a god?” Sait scoffed, “A mere human, how arrogant…”
“Kill him.”
Xiu stepped forward, extending a finger, and a chilling gust of wind coalesced at his fingertip…
Song—!!
At that moment, a piercing sound of an explosion shattered the silence of the mist, rapidly approaching them.
“Hmm?” Both Xiu and Sait, who were about to strike, looked up in confusion toward the sky.
Zhou Ping also looked up.
In the next moment, his pupils suddenly constricted!
In the hazy mist, clouds rolled down from the heavens like a vast, surging tide, sweeping toward the earth.
At the top of this cloud wave, seven figures stood firmly, radiating a faint silver light that dispelled the surrounding mist. On their faces, seven distinctly different masks looked down upon the battlefield below.
They had come riding the clouds.
Zhou Ping recognized these masks.
The seven figures, stepping on the clouds, landed steadily among the broken walls and ruins, approaching Zhou Ping’s side.
“You…” Zhou Ping stared blankly at these seven individuals.
The face that had remained unmoved even after the divine battle now showed unprecedented shock.
The figure wearing the Sun Wukong mask walked up to him, patting Zhou Ping on the left shoulder.
“Senior Sword Saint, we have come to take you home.”
