It grows stronger when faced with a strong opponent; even an Immortal Emperor would have to kneel be

As soon as Chen Ping finished speaking, Night Phantom, who was lying on the ground, immediately showed a happy expression and nodded vigorously.

Night Phantom only wants to survive now; she doesn't care about the Night Clan anymore, and countless eras have passed since then.

Whether the Night Clan still exists is unknown.

As Ye Huanying thought of this, a soul imprint emerged from the depths of her consciousness and floated before Chen Ping.

Immediately afterwards, Night Phantom's aura changed instantly.

His aura completely subsided, and his originally dark pupils became clear and bright.

The eerie and fierce aura emanating from him softened, and his appearance completely transformed into that of a human.

She transforms into an ethereal and otherworldly young girl.

According to human age calculations, she is currently equivalent to a human of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Senior, thank you for sparing my life. I promise I'll be a better person from now on!"

Night Phantom bowed respectfully.

Over the long years, she had long since lost her obsession with the identity of the myriad races and the glory of the Night Clan; being alive was enough for her.

Chen Ping accepted Night Phantom's soul imprint and nodded.

Since Night Phantom decided to turn over a new leaf, Chen Ping stopped making things difficult for her.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ping scanned the palace again and then shook his head.

It seems that this palace was built to suppress the Night Phantom and has no other special features.

"Let's go."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he walked straight towards the palace gate.

"Senior, wait for me."

Seeing this, Night Phantom followed after him, taking small leaps and bounds.

Now her soul imprint is in Chen Ping's hands, and her life and death are entirely in Chen Ping's hands.

In addition, Chen Ping's strength far surpasses hers. In the cultivation world, the strong are respected. She doesn't feel any humiliation or shame in following Chen Ping.

Luo Qingcheng, Ling Xiao, and Wang Long looked at Ye Huanying's retreating figure and exchanged bewildered glances.

They were quite surprised that Night Phantom accepted the change of identity so quickly.

In Night Phantom's narration, all races, especially the Night Clan, have always been high above and extremely noble.

It is utterly impossible for them to submit to other races, let alone the humans they have always looked down upon.

After that, no one thought about it anymore. Since Chen Ping had already let Ye Huanying go, they naturally had no objections.

They weren't worried about Night Phantom causing trouble, since Chen Ping was there.

Outside, cultivators from all the major forces in Zhongzhou were staring intently at the palace, their faces filled with anxiety.

"Why haven't these people come out yet? Could they have died inside?"

Someone raised a question, and the scene fell silent instantly; no one answered.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the palace gates slowly opened.

A figure in white robes, seemingly unperturbed by the wind, slowly walked out of the hall.

Night Phantom, Ling Xiao, and others followed closely behind.

Seeing Chen Ping and his group of five walk out unharmed, all the cultivators in Zhongzhou showed expressions of surprise.

Four people went in, so why are five people coming out?

Upon seeing Chen Ping appear from the direction of Feiyu Tower, Zhang Ao immediately shouted coldly and questioned him sharply.

"Boy, what happened inside the palace? Tell me the truth."

"If you find an opportunity, hand it over immediately, or you'll regret it."

When Zhang Ao spoke, he completely disregarded Chen Ping.

In his view, Chen Ping and the others were so frightened by his words that they hurriedly entered the palace.

Now the other party would never dare to disobey him.

Chen Ping looked at Zhang Ao, his expression turning cold. This man had been shouting at him when he first entered the palace.

I ignored him at first, but I never expected him to cause trouble again. He really doesn't know what's good for him.

Chen Ping raised his hand, and the Heaven-Slaying Hand appeared.

Without saying a word, he swung his sword directly at Zhang Ao.

A terrifying sword light appeared out of thin air.

Zhang Ao stared at the sword light, his pupils widening suddenly.

The next second, Zhang Ao was cleaved in two by the sword light.

The body fell from the sky and crashed to the ground, its eyes wide open, dying with its eyes still open.

Before his death, Zhang Ao was filled with disbelief. He never imagined that this white-robed cultivator from Tiannan could kill him with a single sword strike.

"Wow, what an amazing sword strike! Senior is truly awesome!"

Upon seeing this, Night Phantom exclaimed in surprise, her face filled with admiration.

She hadn't even had time to react for a moment.

This means that if Chen Ping were to strike her with his sword, she would die on the spot.

In the cultivation world, the strong are respected, let alone the myriad races who act even more savagely and always follow the law of the jungle.

This has been true from ancient times to the present.

The strong control everything, while the weak are at the mercy of others.

Therefore, when faced with Chen Ping, whose strength far surpassed her own, she sincerely admired him and was willing to submit.

The prodigies from all the major powers in Zhongzhou were shocked and incredulous when they saw Zhang Ao killed by Chen Ping with a single sword strike.

Zhang Ao is quite powerful; as the senior disciple of Feiyu Tower, his cultivation has reached the peak of the Saint realm.

He was a prominent figure among the younger generation in Zhongzhou, yet he was killed by this Tiannan cultivator with a single sword strike.

How is that possible?

Moreover, given that this young man in white is so powerful, why did he obediently follow Zhang Ao's orders and enter the palace to risk his life?

That's so weird!

All the cultivators in Zhongzhou looked at each other, filled with doubt.

"Brother Fan, he's too strong. He actually managed to kill Zhang Ao with a single sword strike. Let's go."

Within the Xiao family camp, Xiao Ling'er looked at Xiao Bufan, her tone filled with fear.

Zhang Ao's strength was only slightly weaker than Xiao Bufan's. If Chen Ping could easily kill Zhang Ao, dealing with Xiao Bufan would probably be effortless for him as well.

Xiao Bufan looked at Chen Ping, his face also showing apprehension, and nodded.

"Let's go."

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Bufan led the Xiao family members and left without looking back.

From the direction of the Qiongtian Sect, Luo Su gave Chen Ping a deep look, his expression equally wary.

He led the disciples of the Qiongtian Sect and left quickly without the slightest hesitation.

The same was true for Xiaoyao Academy; Wen Shuyao led the academy disciples in a hasty retreat.

They came to the ethereal fairyland to seek opportunities, not to die.

Chen Ping's strength far exceeded their expectations; the way he killed Zhang Ao with a single sword strike was beyond their anticipation.

Even though they wondered why this cultivator from Tiannan was so powerful, no one dared to ask.

When facing a strong opponent, avoiding their sharp edge is the right choice.

After all, their goal was simply to find an opportunity; it wasn't worth losing their lives for it.

The Flying Feather Tower turned in the opposite direction, and the disciples watched as their senior brother was instantly killed.

They all remained silent, pretending not to have seen anything, and quietly slipped away into the crowd.

What a joke! Zhang Ao's strength far surpasses theirs, yet he was instantly killed. If they went forward, they would only be throwing their lives away.

In a short while, only Chen Ping and his group remained in the arena, as all the cultivators from the major forces in Zhongzhou had withdrawn.

Ling Xiao, Luo Qingcheng, and Wang Long were all dumbfounded by what they saw.

Is this the world of the strong?

They thought that dealing with the cultivators from Zhongzhou would be troublesome and difficult.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping scared them all away as soon as he made a move.

"Let's go."

Chen Ping spoke calmly to the people behind him.

.........

In a misty fairyland, beneath a trial tower.

The area was crowded with cultivators; countless cultivators from the Central Continent had gathered around the tower.

This trial tower suddenly appeared out of the void just now.

No one knows the origin of this tower, but they feel that the divine light emanating from the tower is extraordinary.

Xiao Rufeng, Ding Batian, and Bai Zitian were also mixed in with the crowd.

Having learned of the terrifying nature of the Misty Immortal Realm, Yang Qi and his disciples dared not remain there any longer and broke through to the Saint realm ahead of schedule, leaving the area.

At this moment, some cultivators from Zhongzhou recognized the three of them because their semi-saint aura was too conspicuous.

Everyone here is a saint, except for you few who are only half-saints, it's too conspicuous.

"Hey, you three are cultivators from Tiannan, right?"

Someone asked the three of them.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the cultivators from Zhongzhou noticed him and countless eyes turned to Xiao Rufeng and his companions.

At that moment, Pei Yuan, along with a group of Qiongtian Sect disciples, arrived in front of Xiao Rufeng and his two companions.

"You only pick on the softest persimmons," Pei Yuan said, looking at Xiao Rufeng and sneering.

"You three, go check out the Trial Tower, and hurry up, or you'll be sorry!"

Ding Batian and Bai Zitian looked at Pei Yuan and sensed his powerful aura; both of them wore solemn expressions.

They were merely demigods.

But then, the two looked at each other and glanced at Xiao Ru at the same time.

With Xiao Rufeng around, what do they have to fear?

Xiao Rufeng was carrying Chen Ping's clone token.

Xiao Rufeng looked at Pei Yuan, who had ill intentions, and casually took out the token from his body.

If Pei Yuan dares to touch him, it will surely draw out his master.

Seeing that Xiao Rufeng and the other two had not made any move, Pei Yuan was about to get angry.

At that moment, a disdainful voice came from the back of the crowd.

"A bunch of useless cowards, too timid to even enter the Trial Tower, yet they want to force others to go in!"

Just then, an arrogant voice came from the crowd, and a burly man stepped out from the crowd.

What's even more eye-catching is that he carries an extremely long and wide giant sword on his back.

The cultivators from Zhongzhou recognized his identity and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's Qin Tian from the Overlord Sword Sect!"