The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 815 The Brute Blade Descends, Smoke and Clouds Dissipate (Since when can a pseudo-celestial being be considered a celestial being? Requesting monthly votes~)

Rumble~
Dust and smoke rose, and giant waves roared.

With a deafening roar, the lotus mist exploded, and the man in the lotus mist was sent flying.

Whoosh!
A streak of azure light swept across the distant sky. It was clearly an extremely domineering triple flash, yet the figure exuded a sense of elegance.

Tai Xu Riding the Wind, a secret technique for riding the wind!

A flash of blue light stretched across the sky and landed above the valley. As the light faded, it revealed a disdainful and indifferent face.

"Are you alright?" Chen Pingan lowered his eyes and saw Lan Yingjun, who looked a little disheveled.

Pong!
With a single palm strike, Lan Yingjun caused the earth to churn and break free of the surrounding confinement. In a flash, she appeared beside Chen Ping'an.

"fine."

Lan Yingjun shook her head, her expression somewhat pale, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Thank you, Chen," Lan Yingjun paused, as if she had changed her words at the last minute, "My lord, for your help."

Her lips were pale, stained with crimson blood. The fierce battle had exhausted her greatly. To confront a pseudo-Celestial Martial Artist with the power of a Grandmaster required maintaining a high level of concentration at every moment. The slightest carelessness could have led to total defeat.

Pong!
The wax apples rolled and churned like angry waves, creating a surging, rolling spectacle.

A delicate, effeminate man dressed in a silk robe appeared amidst the lotus mist, with a pink lotus-shaped cloth swirling in front of him.

Although the blow was powerful, with Lianbu's protection, he appeared disheveled, but in reality, it did not cause him any real harm.

"Overlord Blade!"

The man with the wax apple in his hand, wrapped in a lotus cloth, spoke in a soft, smooth voice, which trembled slightly.

It wasn't fear or timidity, but rather genuine excitement and joy.

"You are..." His eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice sharp and impassioned: "Chen Ping'an, the Brute!"

hum~
The pink mist swirled, and the lotus-mist man was completely revealed to the two of them.

How lucky!

The man with the lotus-shaped buds trembled slightly; had the opportunity allowed, he probably would have burst out laughing. Even Luna, with her pale, effeminate face, was filled with visible excitement.

He was able to claim credit for this crime after just one inspection.

Not only did they encounter a female grandmaster, but they also ran into the ruthless Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, is a prodigy ranked seventeenth on the Hidden Dragon List. Most importantly, he is a highly regarded and promising talent within the Zhenfu Division system. To kill such a man here and use his head to secure a great cause would be a victory even before the battle begins!
Whether it boosted the morale of his Heavenly Lotus Sect or dealt a blow to the prestige of the Town Pacification Division, the impact was obvious.

"God bless me! This is an unexpected opportunity, but I am not overjoyed!"

At this moment, the man with the wax apple only showed excitement, without the slightest worry or fear.

While that strike was powerful, far surpassing those recorded on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, there's no doubt that Mang Dao's skill level remains at the Grandmaster level. Even at his peak, he's at most a mid-tier player on the Wind and Cloud Ranking.

Such a level is nothing compared to his!
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The man lightly touched the wax apple with his fingers, and the silk threads moved and pulled, causing the lotus needles to surge and arrange themselves in all directions.

The only regret was that the momentum was too great just now, so he cautiously activated the lotus cloth to protect himself, which temporarily released the woman from the storm.

However, it's not a big deal.
After the fierce battle, the woman was no longer at her peak, and even if she joined forces with Mang Dao, she would not be his match.

"How noisy!" Chen Ping'an held the Heavenly Meteor Frost Blade, its blade gleaming coldly, with dark true essence flowing around his body.

"Be careful, Lord Chen, this is no ordinary fake celestial being."

Looking at the rolling pink mist and swirling lotus petals in the distance, Lan Yingjun's face turned somewhat pale.
"His pink aura is extremely troublesome, capable of eroding true essence and spirituality. Under the suppression of the soul, one is restrained at every turn. Also, that lotus cloth, if there are no surprises, should be a pseudo-treasure."

Lan Yingjun's expression hardened, and she whispered, "Lord Chen, I have a secret artifact that can unleash a powerful pseudo-celestial strike, but it requires prior preparation and close-quarters combat. Lord Chen's swordsmanship is divine, domineering, and fierce. Please cover me."

Chen Ping'an glanced at Lan Yingjun, said nothing, and simply nodded.

Seeing Chen Ping'an cooperate, Lan Yingjun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although their opponent was not a true martial arts master, leaving them with no chance of victory, they were no ordinary pseudo-masters either. Not only were they proficient in secret techniques, but they also possessed a pseudo-treasure like the Pink Lotus Cloth.

Although her spirituality was pure, it was extremely difficult for her to resist the pink evil energy on the lotus cloth under the suppression of the power of her soul.

The only option now is to rely on the secret artifact she possesses, fight to the death, and vie for that sliver of hope.

Lan Yingjun glanced at the man standing beside her and felt a strange sensation rise in her heart.

For no apparent reason, I felt a strange sense of reliability.

She is not fighting alone.

Chen Ping'an's combat prowess was fully demonstrated in the previous battle outside Xuanling City. His ability to suppress raging waves and cleave the earth shows that his combat strength surpasses even hers.

The two joined hands and fought side by side. Although the man with the lotus-shaped mist was difficult to deal with, it was not impossible for them to win this battle.

Compared to before, when she was fighting alone, her chances of winning now are much greater.

Lan Yingjun's heart skipped a beat, and even now, a strange feeling lingered in her heart for a moment.

In that perilous predicament, a voice descended from the heavens, like a sharp weapon piercing the sky, and entered her heart.

She didn't know what this strange feeling was, but she knew that she had never experienced such emotions before.

Given the urgency of the situation, she had no time to think. With a slight ripple, all her attention was focused on the lotus-shaped man.

"Youngster! Die!"

With his thoughts racing, the man with the lotus-shaped walnut blossoms was already brimming with excitement.

From the moment that slash landed until now, only half a breath has passed. But at this moment, he can no longer restrain his mind and wants to devour the two pieces of fat meat in front of him completely.

Pong!
The lotus shadow behind him shifted, transforming into a lotus mist. A surge of pink energy coursed forward.

At the same moment, the lotus needles flashed with a cold light, and like a storm, they shot towards us with a subtle yet powerful force.

call out!call out!call out!
Countless threads, as if alive, fell precisely as they were pulled.

The lotus cloth swirled and expanded again, stretching to a size of several dozen feet in diameter, seemingly blotting out the sky and pressing down on the two of them.

At this moment, having already tested the waters, he held nothing back and went all out in his actions.

"Lord Chen, please be careful!"

Lan Yingjun gave a word of advice, then her figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light as she shot off.

At the same time, the palm strikes changed, accompanied by a sonic boom, and then swept away with a whoosh.

Peng! Peng! Peng!
A thick, powdery fog filled the arena, accompanied by countless shrill whistles and booming sounds. The man from the lotus-shaped fog used a secret technique to move silently through the arena.

"Lotus Shadow Transformation Mist Technique! Let's see how you dodge this!?"

Under the cover of the pink lotus mist, the man with the lotus mist moved through the scene like a ghost, making no sound whatsoever.

His greatest skill in practicing this method was survival and assassination. It was precisely because of this that, despite his low ranking within the sect, he was the only one selected for this operation.

Amidst the chaos and turmoil of spiritual energy, even those who were also pseudo-celestials found it difficult to defend against his attack.

In this campaign, his first target was the ruthless Chen Ping'an. Firstly, the woman's senses were extremely sharp, and even in such a chaotic scene, he might not be able to successfully assassinate her, thus unnecessarily revealing his weakness.

Secondly, compared to the woman, the newly arrived Mangdao Chen Ping'an was his target. Mangdao was new to the battle and in peak condition, while the woman, having been through many battles, was no longer in her prime.

Once the brute force is defeated, the remaining woman will simply be going with the flow. Military tactics are ever-changing, just as water has no fixed shape. In the face of a protracted battle, one must fight the strong against the weak, and the weak against the strong. Regardless of the tactic, one must adapt to the situation and be flexible.

Having cultivated himself for many years, he naturally understands these principles.

Looking at the young man so close to him, a mocking smile appeared on the man's crimson lips.

"In the face of absolute power, so-called prodigies are nothing!"

hum~
A flash of spiritual light, a surge of pink mist, and the figure of the lotus-mist man instantly appeared. Along with him appeared a surge of divine soul energy imbued with murderous intent.

Behind the man with the lotus-shaped shadows, the power of the pink demon suddenly erupted from behind Chen Ping'an.

"Die!"

Lan Yingjun was struggling with the fine lotus net when she saw the pinkish-red energy surge suddenly erupt. She couldn't help but cry out.

"careful!"

She slapped the lotus-shaped powder in front of her, wanting to rush to the rescue, but was entangled by the lotus cloth.

At the same moment, the power of the powdery evil arrived with a bang, but Chen Ping'an stood still, seemingly unaware.

The man with the lotus-shaped apple felt a sense of satisfaction. Looking at Chen Ping'an, who was stunned by the invasion of his soul, he felt like a lamb to the slaughter.

Once he is severely injured, the overall situation will be settled.

But the next moment, the smile on his face froze completely.

A sharp sword intent erupted suddenly, like a celestial river surging backward, a condensed and refined ribbon.

Pong!
The man with the wax apple couldn't dodge in time and was sent flying by the powerful blow.

Peng! Peng! Peng!
As he plummeted and crashed to the ground, the pink mist surrounding the Lotus Mist Man exploded one after another, as if he were enduring an extremely domineering impact.

"How can he be so strong!?"

The man with the wax apple was terrified and deeply shaken.

"Lotus Shadow Mist Demon!"

The lotus phantom behind him, like a spinning wheel, kept turning, seemingly resisting his downward momentum with an invisible force.

He managed to steady himself less than ten feet off the ground, a strand of hair falling to the ground.

Although he managed to block the blade's edge with difficulty, the domineering blade intent continued to assault and explode, causing him immense discomfort.

Most importantly, he discovered that his previously invincible pink demonic power was completely ineffective against his opponent. During the attack, his pink demonic power couldn't even erode the opponent's spiritual essence.

"What kind of foundation is this?" The man with the lotus-shaped mist was shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.

With the power of a Grandmaster, to be able to achieve this level?! This brute force...
Wow~
As the mist swirled, the Lotus Mist Man's figure shifted, and in an extremely short time, he adjusted his emotions.

He lightly flicked his fingertips, and a pill, resembling a lotus seed, appeared before him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed the lotus seed.

Boom~
The lotus phantom behind him suddenly trembled, enlarged a size, and then shrank back at an extremely fast speed.

As it changed, the lotus shadow seemed to solidify a bit.

boom!
A massive aura erupted from the lotus-mist man, swirling with bursts of pinkish energy that swept outwards.

A gentle yet pure force erupts, stirring the soul and filling it with an irresistible sense of oppression.

The man with the wax apple had disheveled hair, and his crimson lips seemed to be painted with an eerie touch. His eyes, covered in the pinkish-white of the lotus blossoms, exuded a moist and sticky aura.

"Youngsters! You should feel honored to have pushed me to this point! Now."

The man with the wax apple raised his face, his wild hair dancing wildly, exuding a seductive and feminine charm.

"Let me show you what the power of a celestial being truly is!"

Pong!
The wax apple burst open, and the effeminate man's figure vanished into thin air.

In mid-air, the lotus cloth, which was originally several dozen feet in size, suddenly expanded by a circle, becoming pink and sticky, and surging with a continuous force.

Lan Yingjun felt a sudden increase in pressure, as if countless venomous particles were eroding her like ants.

The invisible, trembling power of her soul made her dizzy, as if it were about to damage her spiritual foundation.

The soft, seductive music swept through the venue, dominating the entire space.

A hundred feet away, lotus mist gathered, and the figure of the lotus mist man appeared.

With a light flick of his fingers, he drew all the invisible threads into his hand.

Pong!
The lotus blossoms dispersed again, and he vanished once more. Unlike last time, this time he held an invisible net in his hand.

Although he could pull the silk thread with his divine soul and push it to its limit, this speed was far inferior to when he personally twisted the silk thread and used his great magic to drive it to Mang Dao's side.

He holds this thread to bind and kill Mang Dao here!

Under the influence of the Great Law, his trajectory was extremely difficult to trace. With the enhancement of the secret medicine, both his concealment and the speed at which the mist dissipated were significantly improved compared to before.

In such a situation, no matter how much the brute force tries, he will likely only become food on the plate.

The man with the lotus-shaped mist swirled around him, instantly traversing a vast expanse of space. His narrow eyes were fixed intently on the figure in the distance.

The next time he appears will be the day Mang Dao dies.

The man with the lotus-shaped hairpin had a sharp, murderous look in his eyes. He lightly twisted the silk threads, releasing an invisible force.

Suddenly, his expression froze. A flash of blue light appeared in the distance, and Chen Ping'an's figure disappeared from his sight.

Not only his sight, but even his spiritual senses failed to detect the slightest trace of Chen Ping'an. No matter how much he activated his spiritual power, he could not find any trace of Chen Ping'an.

His soul, enhanced by the secret medicine, seemed to become nothing more than a decoration at this moment.

"Where did they go?" A sense of unease crept into his heart.

He felt that the situation had gone astray for the first time and was out of his control.

But before his fear could fully take hold, it was too late.

The next moment, a voice rang in his ears.

"The majesty of a celestial being? Since when can a pseudo-celestial being be considered a celestial being?"

His pupils dilated suddenly, and he turned his head sharply, trying to find the source of the sound.

then
Pong!
He then truly transformed into a thick fog, bursting and dissipating into the air.

In the distance, Lan Yingjun's figure flashed, and just as she fell backward, she caught a glimpse of the scene before her. Her expression was dazed, as if she were in a hallucination.

Then, the next moment.
That shocked and astonished expression was frozen on her delicate, fair face.

The wind howled and drifted by.

After the commotion subsided, silence returned.

(End of this chapter)