Chapter 107: Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!

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A terrestrial immortal is one who fully comprehends the true immortal. Their body is indestructible, and their yang spirit cannot be extinguished. If the transformation of a ghost immortal is the change of the yin spirit, condensing the divine soul to bathe in sunlight and move freely, then a terrestrial immortal completely transforms the divine soul from the nature of yin spirit into yang spirit, becoming a true primordial spirit no longer restrained by yang attributes.

Those who achieve the rank of terrestrial immortal can command a region or establish a minor sect. Such an existence is incomparable to mere human immortals or even half-step terrestrial immortals.

When Liu Ping’s divine demon hands reached out, Ao Hong’s eyes shot open in fury, a premonition surging in his heart. Instantly reacting, he swung his great blade in a sweeping strike.

“Well done!” Liu Ping emerged from the shadows, laughing calmly. If the enemy were weak, he could never gauge his own strength or reach his potential. Then his claws turned into fists, crashing forward relentlessly!

Boom!!!

Ao Hong’s entire body was sent flying! Thrown backward, his eyes filled with bewilderment—what on earth was happening?

“Trash dragon clan!” the spell spirit roared within Liu Ping’s sea of consciousness. “Young master, your enemies grow ever stronger, but that’s perfect! Go tear him apart! It’s been ages since I tasted dragon blood!”

Only when this divine demon form is unleashed can the young spell spirit maiden emerge to communicate with Liu Ping. Thus, in these brief moments, she is lively and spirited.

Liu Ping said within his mind, “Just don’t kill him outright. Spell spirit... I’ll call you Ling’er.”

The spell spirit, now Ling’er, replied, “Call me whatever you like, young master. Look, he’s already transformed. Tsk, tsk, his dragon blood isn’t pure. Is this even a dragon? At best, just a small flood dragon.”

The scene just now had drawn everyone’s attention on the battlefield. Countless eyes widened in disbelief at the sudden appearance of Liu Ping. Who was this man? A mere human immortal, yet he could send Ao Hong flying! What kind of magic was this that instinctively inspired fear?

Uncle Kong coughed up a mouthful of blood, weakly breathing as the young lady tended his wounds. His complexion improved somewhat. Looking toward the distant battle, his face changed, and he gasped, “This fellow... actually has such power! Whose direct disciple is he among the great sects to be so transcendent?”

“Young Master Liu!” Ao Jin Yu also looked up and saw the scene. Staring at Liu Ping standing ahead, her expression was strange—although pleased, she also worried for his future. Now, he had made an enemy of them...

At this moment, Ao Hong had fully transformed into his dragon form.

In the distant sky appeared a colossal serpent-bodied creature, waving claws, with a horse’s face, ox’s nose, tiger’s eyes, deer antlers, lion’s mane, and carp whiskers. As it appeared, mist swirled all around. Its massive body stretched some fifteen zhang, constantly thrashing. It fixed its gaze on Liu Ping and coldly demanded, “Who are you?”

Liu Ping wasted no words. The divine demon form consumed immense energy, and every second was precious. He lunged forward to attack directly.

“Seeking death!” Ao Hong snorted coldly, suddenly exhaling a breath of chill air that transformed into ice arrows, shooting instantly toward Liu Ping.

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The ice arrows came in dense, astonishing numbers, cutting through the air with piercing whistles.

Liu Ping, in his divine demon form, fiercely swung his fists, shattering countless ice arrows into fragments without a scratch. He even transformed the shattered arrows into water, shaping them into a longsword.

Gripping this water sword, he struck toward Ao Hong without hesitation.

The water sword descended with overwhelming momentum and a sword intent as if capable of cutting through anything. Ao Hong shuddered with dread and quickly withdrew, deeply unsettled by Liu Ping’s formidable might.

He could no longer trust his own judgment. Liu Ping appeared to be a mere human immortal, yet could he really be chased down by one? It was absurd—impossible!

Huh? Ao Hong trembled, sensing no escape, furious but chilled to the bone.

The divine demon’s massive hand seized Ao Hong’s tail tightly. Ao Hong tried to pull away but was trapped, his tail firmly grasped.

Furious, Ao Hong’s body bristled with dense ice spikes, which immediately surged toward Liu Ping.

“You can’t change your moves?” Liu Ping sneered disdainfully. Ao Hong was indeed powerful enough to fight him, but his combat skills were weak—he didn’t know how to truly battle. Compared to Liu Ping, a novice, he was far behind. It seemed the peaceful times had sapped much of these gods’ fighting spirit.

Puff, puff, puff! The divine demon form was struck but Liu Ping was unfazed. Just then, he grabbed the dragon’s tail with both hands and violently slammed it into a nearby mountain peak!

Boom!!

The mountain shattered, huge boulders exploding outward. Ao Hong howled in pain, dizzy and disoriented. Just as he tried to react, Liu Ping swung the dragon body again, crashing it onto the ground!

Crash!!

The roar blasted out, dust and soil billowed high. The earth cracked open from the impact, and Ao Hong was utterly stunned—helpless and blank-minded.

The onlookers gaped in disbelief at Liu Ping’s ferocity.

They had expected a balanced fight. Though Liu Ping was strong, Ao Hong was a terrestrial immortal—an indestructible body, an undying yang spirit. How could he be so easily defeated? But reality shocked them all, feeling unreal.

Liu Ping wielded Ao Hong like a weapon, displaying overwhelming power. This battle was pure domination. Hearing the crashing sounds, seeing dust and debris flying, and witnessing Ao Hong beaten and unconscious, the crowd silently mourned.

Ao Jin Yu’s cute mouth formed an ‘O’ of astonishment, speechless.

Beside her, Uncle Kong murmured in shock, “This Liu Ping is ridiculously powerful. Just a human immortal and yet so strong—it speaks volumes about his noble status. Who exactly is he? Too fierce!”

“Master!” The war general Hua Du, watching his lord humiliated, initially stunned, now gritted his teeth in anger, raising his battle flag and roaring, “Follow me, charge!”

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Few responded, all watching the distant thunderous sounds with deep shock.

Liu Ping’s control of the divine demon grew ever more skillful. His swings of Ao Hong became more natural, but he still felt dissatisfied. This smashing was too slow. He knew he could be faster...

Faster!

Liu Ping suddenly hurled Ao Hong! Boom!

Faster! Faster! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Liu Ping’s speed blurred into a shadow, wildly spinning the giant dragon, smashing the ground again and again. This ferocity made the soldiers preparing to attack halt, stunned by the brutality and shock. They hesitated, unwilling to rush to their deaths. Charging now would be suicide! Even before Liu Ping struck, their formation shattered, unable to organize.

Hua Du saw this too, a bit frustrated, just about to scold them when a tremendous explosion rang out!

Boom!!!

Cracks spread across the ground, splitting into huge fissures. The cracks extended all around, causing some to lose balance and fall. Soldiers capable of human immortal level should have good balance—this was pure fright.

“He really doesn’t hold back.” Liu Ping sneered at the unconscious Ao Hong, searching but finding no treasure pouch or loot. Slightly annoyed—winning but no spoils?

No, who said no spoils? Liu Ping grinned, shifting his gaze to the soldiers.

His sweeping glance instantly stiffened all their bodies, fear flooding their hearts.

Though organized and capable of fighting, they were no match now. Watching the divine demon Liu Ping approach step by step, their minds went blank, legs trembling, utterly losing will to fight. Despite many drills, none had seen this spectacle before.

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