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

Upon seeing this, many disciples of Xingyue Peak covered their eyes, unable to bear the thought of what was happening.

Yun Muyao and Wang Qing stared intently at Chen Ping on the sky, refusing to believe that Chen Ping was dead.

After all, no matter how desperate the moment, Chen Ping would always appear, in an absolutely domineering manner, and they simply couldn't believe it!

However, the extremely tragic deaths of Yan Kuan and Fu Xue left them feeling uncertain.

Chen Ping's initial strength was only at the mid-stage of the Void Realm.

Murong Yue stared at the sky and looked at Chen Ping, her body trembling violently.

His eyes grew increasingly cold, and his killing intent surged.

If Chen Ping dies, she will destroy the Blood Ghost Sect even if it means turning the Northern Region upside down.

In the entire Northern Region, Chen Ping was the only person she could cherish.

Inside the secret realm, all the sect disciples surrounded the corpses of Fu Xue and Yan Kuan, tears streaming down their faces, but they showed no weakness, instead displaying unwavering resolve.

They were not afraid of death; their tears were for Fu Xue and Yan Kuan. Their only regret was that they would never witness the Blood Demon Sect's destruction.

The young man in the blood-red robe was extremely satisfied after consuming the essence and blood of Yan Kuan and Fu Xue, and a smile appeared on his face.

The essence of a genius is sweeter than that of a mediocre one.

He glanced again at the group of disciples from the four sects behind him. Although they couldn't compare to Yan Kuan and Fu Xue, they were better than nothing and he couldn't let them go.

The blood-robed youth unleashed his power, his entire body radiating terrifying, blood-red energy.

But at that moment, a figure rapidly broke through the air from afar.

Chen Ping instantly appeared in front of the disciples of the four sects.

He glanced at the corpses of Yan Kuan and Fu Xue, his eyes cold.

He transmigrated to this world thirty years ago and was born in a secular mountain village. He was orphaned at a young age and survived entirely thanks to the help of the villagers.

When I was seven years old, the entire village was subjected to a blood sacrifice by the Blood Demon Clan, a truly horrific tragedy.

Chen Ping has never forgotten this incident.

The disciples of the four sects stared blankly at Chen Ping as he appeared, their eyes filled with a hint of regret.

They had never met Chen Ping before and he was a complete stranger to them.

They had all heard of those who were strong and talented enough to participate in the Four Sects Grand Competition, but they had never seen Chen Ping.

This indicates that Chen Ping is not very capable.

This also means that Chen Ping will die.

They had already resigned themselves to their fate, but seeing Chen Ping die in vain before their own deaths filled them with regret.

Everyone lowered their heads, unable to bear witnessing what was about to happen.

The second ghost, the youth in the blood-red robe, also saw Chen Ping.

He smiled smugly as he watched yet another disciple from one of the four sects come to his death.

But at that moment, a sword flashed.

The second ghost's eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief.

Then, the sound of a head hitting the ground rang out.

Upon hearing this voice, the disciples from the four sects present became even more sorrowful.

The sound of a head hitting the ground indicated that the young man who had just appeared before them had been killed by the young man in the blood-red robe.

But after a while, there was still no sound.

Then someone looked up, their pupils contracted sharply, and they were speechless, revealing an expression of disbelief.

A young man in white robes stood straight in front of them. His figure was slender, yet he appeared incredibly majestic, like a god descending to earth.

His eyes were calm yet cold, but when he looked at his disciples, there was a hint of gentleness in them.

He began:

"Bury them here, then come with me."

The outside world was completely shocked. Everyone looked at Chen Ping with disbelief on their faces.

One sword!

He only used one sword!

Chen Ping didn't even glance at the blood-robed youth.

He casually slashed him with his sword, and the blood-robed youth didn't even have a chance to react, let alone resist.

This young man in blood robes was able to instantly kill Yan Kuan and Fu Xue, so his strength probably already surpasses the level of the Four Sects Grand Competition.

Even Yu Suyao, Lin Fan, and Ding Batian couldn't do it so easily.

The unremarkable young man before them, who had never appeared in the Four Sects Tournament, actually killed the blood-robed youth with a single sword strike.

How could they believe that? How could they dare to believe it?

Gu Qingxuan of the Qingxuan Sect stared wide-eyed, utterly incredulous.

He had lived for a thousand years and was very knowledgeable. The last time he was so shocked was a thousand years ago.

Chen Ping's strength is terrifyingly high!

Over the years, he had never noticed this, and simply regarded Chen Ping as an ordinary disciple.

All the disciples of Xingyue Peak breathed a sigh of relief.

Murong Yue's emotions calmed down a bit. She was glad that Chen Ping was alive, but at the same time, she was still shocked.

Just how much strength is this junior brother hiding?

Murong Yue's eyes were deep, ever since she learned about her background and understood the mission she carried.

She could no longer be as open-minded as before and became increasingly silent.

But in her heart, there has always been a place reserved for Chen Ping, for reasons unknown.

She sighed softly, remembering how happy she was when she learned that Chen Ping possessed cultivation talent.

Alas, fate is cruel.

Inside the secret realm, Shen Qingqing and her disciples watched Chen Ping rush forward. Although they didn't understand why, they immediately followed.

Then I saw a horrific scene before me: corpses everywhere, a truly shocking sight.

A group of disciples from the four sects were silently digging graves to bury their fellow disciples.

A sense of sorrow filled the crowd. Many of these people came from the same sect as them and had a close relationship with them.

Now, however, he lies on the ground as a cold corpse.

The crowd remained silent and followed the disciples in performing the burial.

After the tombstone was erected for the deceased, everyone fell silent, as it was the first time they had experienced the pain of separation from their loved ones.

He watched helplessly as his old friends and fellow disciples perished here.

Many of them were still teenagers, but at this moment they experienced a test of life and death, and their minds matured a lot in an instant.

Chen Ping watched this scene with a sharp gaze.

"Let's go."

Chen Ping spoke up, and the group of people stopped lingering.

Meanwhile, outside, the Great Sun Sect Master stared at a scene in the sky, gritting his teeth and his gaze turning icy.

At the same time, all the disciples of the Great Sun Sect suddenly stood up.

The scene depicted was extremely horrific.

Ding Batian, the strongest young disciple of their Great Sun Sect, is currently facing a life-or-death crisis!

Inside the secret realm, Ding Batian's face was grim, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

One of his eyes had become a hollow, and his left hand had been torn off, dripping with blood.

Ding Batian cursed inwardly, never expecting that this seemingly ordinary young man in the blood-red robe would be so strong that even he could not withstand him.

Behind Ding Batian, all the disciples looked at him with despair on their faces.

It's over. They've realized it too. Ding Batian is no match for this blood-robed youth.

Although Ding Batian and the blood-robed youth fought back and forth, seemingly evenly matched.

Anyone with eyes could see that Ding Batian was about to give up, while the blood-robed youth was handling the situation with ease, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Ding Batian had already lost an eye and an arm, and his whole body was covered in hideous wounds, a truly gruesome sight.

But he persevered despite his gritted teeth.

He is arrogant and proud because he is responsible, capable, and has the courage to act.

Most importantly, he had promised his disciples that he would keep them safe, and he could not fall.

The third ghost, the youth in the blood-red robe, looked at Ding Batian with a mocking expression.

With his strength, he could have killed Ding Batian long ago, but he didn't. He wanted to toy with his opponent and plunge Ding Batian into endless despair.

But then he discovered that Ding Batian was not as weak as he had thought; even though he was so badly injured, he was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

This surprised the third ghost, and he instantly lost interest in playing with him.

If you're not interested in a toy, then kill it!

Ding Batian's eyes widened in disbelief; he never imagined that he would perish here.

He sighed softly.

At that moment, two extremely powerful auras came from behind, and a long sword came flying through the air!

The third ghost looked surprised and then dodged away.