Chapter 111: What Kind of Trash Secret Technique Is This?

Liu Ping had never imagined he would face such a frenzied moment: fighting four opponents at once, all of whom were an entire cultivation realm above him. A single realm is already a chasm; facing four such beings simultaneously is simply inconceivable. Yet, here he was, living through that very madness.

He felt no fear. On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented excitement. His soul trembled, his blood boiled as if it were about to ignite, and he felt an overwhelming surge of exhilaration.

A giant sword descended—a single strike to level the heavens!

Amplified by his God-Demon body, the power of this move multiplied dozens of times over. The sharp sword aura, carrying a majestic and overwhelming momentum, seemed capable of cleaving anything in its path.

The four Earth Immortals scattered instantly, evading the strike.

"Die!" Ao Li’s eyes bulged with rage, his hatred for Liu Ping bone-deep. He produced his signature artifact—two tiny bronze hammers that looked like toys. With a slight shake, they transformed into massive, hundred-thousand-jin weapons, studded with grotesque barbs and hooks. He swung them down in a frenzy.

The giant hammers glowed with dark light, radiating immense pressure. It was the full-force strike of an Earth Immortal, terrifying to behold.

Liu Ping glanced at them, entirely unfazed. He flapped his wings, and countless artifacts transformed into a hail of projectiles, surging toward Ao Li.

Ao Li snorted, forced to interrupt his attack to summon a large tripod that encased his body.

*Clang! Clang! Clang!*

The weapons struck the tripod, ringing out with sharp, metallic echoes. They caused no real harm to Ao Li, leaving Liu Ping feeling frustrated. The old man was truly cunning; if he had collided head-on, Liu Ping had at least three ways to make him pay dearly. But the opponent had clearly anticipated this, choosing to endure the backlash of stopping his attack rather than take the risk.

Just then, the father-son duo, Ao Ming and Ao Yu, charged in. They held a vibrant, colorful silk ribbon, gaudy and showy, like a dancer’s sleeve. Yet, it was this very ribbon that made Liu Ping feel a sharper sense of danger. His pupils contracted; just as he tried to dodge, the ribbon drifted over and bound the God-Demon’s feet.

Unable to move his legs, Liu Ping felt both shocked and furious. With a cold snort, he severed the ribbon and retreated rapidly.

At that moment, the fourth Earth Immortal, Ao Lu, sneered and cast a handful of river sand. The sand glistened, expanding in the wind until it transformed into thousands of giant boulders in the blink of an eye.

The stones pierced the sky, igniting into fireballs that fell like meteors, crashing toward Liu Ping with crushing force.

Liu Ping gritted his teeth and threw his fists forward.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

The boulders shattered one by one. Liu Ping felt his internal energy churning. The stones themselves were not particularly hard, but the speed at which they struck was immense. Speed equals power, and even with the infinite strength of his God-Demon body, he felt the strain. He had to admit that when these Earth Immortals fought with caution, their combined combat power was not inferior to his own. Facing four of them? This was bound to be a bitter struggle.

Ao Lu, for his part, was even more astonished. He knew the true power of his technique—he had spent a long time preparing it in secret, letting the others lead the charge, all to land a single, decisive blow. He never expected this arrogant brat to shatter his spell with nothing but his bare fists! This strength was truly terrifying.

Seeing the God-Demon’s disheveled state, Ao Lu let out a sigh of relief. He might be formidable, but he was not invincible.

*Whoosh! Whoosh!*

Ao Yu and his son unleashed their colorful ribbons again, which streaked across the sky. After the previous delay, Liu Ping was caught off guard. The ribbons coiled around his body, wrapping him layer after layer until he was bound like a giant package.

"Let’s see you be arrogant now!" With the four Earth Immortals working in unison, Liu Ping had been pushed into a sorry state. Now, completely immobilized, Ao Li laughed heartily. He hoisted his giant hammers high and smashed them down frantically.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Each strike landed, causing the chest of the God-Demon body to cave inward. Liu Ping could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

*This cannot go on!* Liu Ping thought to himself. Sword aura erupted, his Dao-Soldier wings slashed outward, tearing through the ribbons. With a fierce pull, he ripped the silk apart with a sharp *screech*.

Seeing his artifact ruined, Ao Ming’s eyes flashed with pain and hatred. He shouted, "Use the Dragon Clan’s secret technique to suppress him!"

Seeing Liu Ping about to break free, which would likely turn the fight into a grueling war of attrition, the four Earth Immortals exchanged glances. They gathered at the four cardinal points above Liu Ping’s head and began to channel the Dragon Clan’s secret art.

This technique was profound; their coordination was such that they were practically invincible beneath the level of a True Immortal.

After the initial skirmish, they had gauged Liu Ping’s strength. Compared to an average Earth Immortal, he was simply faster and stronger. Any one of them might struggle to win a solo fight, but together, victory was certain—especially with their combined secret art.

"Oh no! Young Master Liu!" Ao Jinyu, who had previously been shy, could no longer hold back. She cried out in alarm, "That’s the Dragon Clan’s secret art! Get out of there!"

"Damn girl! Traitor!" the four Earth Immortals glanced at her coldly, then smiled faintly. "Too late!"

Having torn the ribbons apart, Liu Ping looked around in alarm. He lunged outward, only to be blocked by an invisible wall. His strikes sent ripples through the air, but he could not pierce it.

"Is this the Dragon Clan’s secret art?" Liu Ping gritted his teeth, a sense of foreboding rising in his chest. "Dao-Soldier wings, open!"

He gathered nearly a hundred weapons, transforming them into a pair of massive, blade-like wings that pierced forward like a giant dagger.

*Clang!*

A crisp, sharp sound exploded in the air, transforming into a piercing shriek. The invisible wall rippled violently but remained completely undamaged.

His full-force strike had been in vain.

As the secret art neared completion, Liu Ping’s sense of dread intensified. He looked up coldly at the four figures in the sky, preparing for a desperate, final stand. Suddenly, a lazy voice echoed in his sea of consciousness: "Little Master? Are you finished playing already?"

Liu Ping froze. Unlike before, Ling’er had remained silent since the fight began. Hearing her now, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "This isn't playing! The situation is dire!"

Ling’er replied, "It was playing, obviously. You’re just too reckless and don't know how to play properly. Once you understand how to play, victory is a simple matter. Leave the rest to me."

Liu Ping had no idea what was going on in the mind of this 'eighteen-year-old girl' who had lived for billions of years, but hearing her offer to help, he felt a wave of relief.

Ling’er said, "I’ll take control of the God-Demon body now. Same power, same speed. Little Master, watch closely and learn how it’s done!"

Liu Ping nodded and temporarily surrendered control. It was a strange sensation—his limbs moving without his own conscious command.

By now, the Dragon Clan’s secret art was fully activated.

Below, the many soldiers of the water army cheered loudly, "Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Uncle Kong watched the sky, his breath hitched. If anything happened to Liu Ping, they would all face a grim fate. All their hopes now rested on that man.

Ao Jinyu bit her lip, her brow furrowed in worry. She couldn't help but whisper, "Young Master Liu... please, don't let anything happen to you..."

Above, Ao Li looked down at the God-Demon trapped within the formation and sneered, "A mere Human Immortal, daring to be so arrogant. Let us show you what it feels like to be suppressed! Experience the true meaning of agony!"

The other three watched Liu Ping calmly, as if the outcome were already set.

Yet, at that very moment, the God-Demon looked up. On that perfect, flawless face, the corners of his mouth curled into a look of utter disdain. He asked calmly, "What kind of garbage secret art is this?"