CHAPTER 446: CHAPTER 446: IT’S REALLY CHEN BAPI

Huh? This?

He actually made a move.

Are all Saint Realm powerhouses this impatient? Is there something we can’t discuss nicely? In this ancient town, with so many people around, wouldn’t it harm the innocent if it turned into a battlefield?

In just a breath or two, Chen Pingping’s mind raced, coming up with two strategies.

First, flee.

Second, wait for death.

After all, the opponent was a Saint Realm powerhouse. Even if only at the initial stage, he was an insurmountable existence for him.

However, before he could react, Hei rushed out with a crisp and pleasant bark, then stood up in human form, a Sword Body condensed from Spirit Qi appearing in his hands.

He charged out like a Demon God.

With a twist of his wrist, a terrifying sword light swept out, utterly different from that of the Saint Realm expert.

His Sword Dao was heavy and profound, exuding an incomparable majesty, like Mount Tai, powerful enough to uproot mountains and dominate the world, as if a Sword God from the Nine Heavens had made a move.

The momentum was substantial.

Light and shadow collided, and the sky trembled violently.

The Divine Might and aura of the Saint Realm swept down at that moment.

BANG!

The buildings of the entire ancient town were instantly reduced to nothing, dust billowing into the air.

Luckily, the Saint Realm powerhouse’s sword strike didn’t carry too much killing intention—it was merely a probe.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

The thick dust gradually dissipated, revealing a figure standing tall on the ruins. Manlike or doglike?

No!

Not a dog, but clearly a peerless Demon God.

At that moment, Hei’s small figure magnified immeasurably.

Liu Changqing stood with his mouth agape.

Alan was also speechless.

If Golden Cicada, Emperor Tian, and Emperor Son were here, they would surely weep bitterly and then tremulously point at the dog, saying, "See? Do you see? It’s not just an ordinary dog."

Indeed.

It was not an ordinary dog.

How could a dog cultivate? How could a dog draw a sword? And dammit, could a dog stand up like a human?

Everyone present was utterly stunned, as if caught in a whirlwind.

The Fairy Valley Saint Realm expert who had attacked turned ashen-faced for a moment.

He was, after all, a Saint Realm powerhouse and a formidable presence. Never did he imagine that a mere dog could block his Sword Dao.

「In a corner」

Sword God: ???

Zhu Menting was dumbstruck.

Next to her, Guang Xiaoyu smiled slightly.

Of course, it was just a façade of calm. She knew full well what Hei was capable of, especially the Abyss Sword Tao within it.

Yet, here was Hei, standing like a human, wielding a sword to fight.

Dammit... The Demon Emperor’s 100,000 years of cultivation had never witnessed such an outrageous scene. But then she thought of Chen Pingping, and her heart suddenly understood. My Senior Brother is no ordinary person, so naturally, his pet couldn’t be an ordinary pet either.

"Stay cool..." Chen Pingping waved his hand casually. "Waiter, waiter, bring the tea quickly."

Someone spoke up from the side, "The waiter was blasted away."

"..."

Chen Pingping coughed, brushed the dust off his clothes, and walked out composedly. "Hei, stand down."

WOOF! WOOF!

Hei immediately reverted to its original form, its face showing innocence and naivety, its dark eyes sincere and kind. In an instant, it seemed like just a normal little dog.

"Senior, don’t worry. I said before that the Wuji Sect won’t bully the weak," Chen Pingping stated seriously.

The Saint Realm expert was suddenly petrified.

What kind of nonsense is this? Not bullying the weak? It’s as if you think your Wuji Sect is so powerful. But Fairy Valley is a super-major power! That works?

The Great Elder, who was stealthily observing the battle, couldn’t sit still any longer.

What dog? Why can it cultivate?

He was still waiting for Chen Pingping to be crushed by the Saint Realm expert from Fairy Valley and then beg him for help, which he would grant with feigned reluctance... He had thought through every detail of the scene, creating what he believed was a perfect plan.

Yet, he never imagined that the dog by Chen Pingping’s side, wielding a sword, would block the Saint Realm expert’s killing blow.

"Senior, speaking of which, we’re actually on the same side, aren’t we?" Chen Pingping said with a smile. "Do you know Yu Changfeng?"

Isn’t that obvious?

The dozen or so Saint Realm experts remained silent.

He continued, "Actually, the Wuji Sect was founded by Grandmaster Yu Changfeng. He had long predicted a calamity within Fairy Valley, so he sent me to Fairy Valley to carry out a mission."

Everyone: ???

"Otherwise, why do you think those more than one hundred young talents would willingly follow me?" Chen Pingping asked.

"Nonsense! My ancestor never founded the Wuji Sect; that’s absurd," a Saint Realm expert sneered. "Junior, stop trying to deceive everyone."

"That’s right. The ancestor perished long ago; he can’t still be alive. This kid is clearly trying to divide our Fairy Valley."

"Kill him! Let’s do it together."

"Damn it, such a vile mind."

"So? Is this the reason for your second intrusion into Fairy Valley, to loot our cultivation resources?" the Elder’s face darkened.

Chen Pingping blushed. "The second time wasn’t, but I assure you, I only took some Spirit Stones."

"Some?"

"Seems like tens of thousands."

"You’re full of shit..." the Elder raged. "Tens of millions!"

"..."

"And Spirit Pills, Spiritual Medicine, Cultivation Techniques! Damn it, you even uprooted The King of Medicine! AHHHH! I will kill you!" Mentioning this drove the Elder into a frenzy.

In secret, the Great Elder’s face turned ashen.

At that moment, another Saint Realm expert spoke up, "Where is my Qiankun Mirror?"

The Dean of the Second Institute looked at him. "My Silver Dragon Spear."

"Hand over the furnace!"

All of the dozen or so Saint Realm experts were enraged.

On his second incursion into Fairy Valley, Chen Pingping had nearly stripped it bare, taking everything that could be carried away, leaving no blade of grass behind.

The cultivators watching were dumbfounded.

They had thought that in the few minutes Chen Pingping had intruded into Fairy Valley, he would at most take some Spirit Stones, Spirit Pills, Spiritual Medicines, and the like. The quantity shouldn’t have been too much, nor the grade too high.

Unexpectedly, this guy had almost looted all of Fairy Valley. Even the three mighty Divine Weapons were not spared from Chen Pingping’s nefarious grasp.

The Sword Saint was completely out of sorts.

The Great Elder was livid, his eyes bulging, radiating killing intention.

Damn it! Chen Pingping, this damned fellow, had the audacity to say he only took some Spirit Stones!

Only Liu Changqing and Alan appeared calm, as they knew Chen Pingping well—his nickname, Chen Bapi, wasn’t for show.

In no time, the air was thick with killing intent.

He panicked for a second, subconsciously lifting Hei in front of him, then immediately retreated to the inn, which was now in ruins, though a few tables and chairs remained.

"How about it?" Chen Pingping looked at the two.

"???"

"Do you have any plans?" he asked again.

Liu Changqing stared. "Didn’t you say everything was under control?"

Chen Pingping sheepishly replied, "Yes, but the situation seems a bit out of hand now. I feel... there are others lurking."

Just then, the killing intention had grown even more intense, surging in from all directions, all focused on him alone.

"Where is your junior sister? Where is your Emperor Spirit?" Alan asked.

"I don’t know." Chen Pingping exhaled. "If there’s no plan, and if a fight breaks out later, we need to hurry and escape back to the City of Extinction."

"With a dozen or so Saint Realm experts surrounding us, do you think we can make it back?" Liu Changqing was exasperated.

"Yes!" Chen Pingping’s eyelids twitched, and he honestly spat out two words, "I can."

They both looked up at him.