Ping nodded.Su Yuqi went to make arrangements, while Chen Ping stood there somewhat bored. All these people who came were from high society, and Chen Ping didn't know any of them. He could only idly p..."Hahaha, what a fine sword, truly a fine sword..."

Looking at the Zhanlong Sword in his hand, Xiahou Dun laughed. He didn't expect this sword to actually resonate with its user on a psychological level.

Nearby, Ning Yu saw this and his eyes were filled with envy. It seemed that this Zhan Long Sword was much better than his Zhu Xie Sword.

"Now I give you the sword, will you not kill me anymore…"

Chen Ping, facing the boisterously laughing Xiahou Dun, asked.

"Aren't you going to kill me" Xiahou Dun smiled coldly. "If I don't kill you, how can I appease my son's spirit in heaven Go down there and guard my son's tomb for me..."

After Xiahou Dun finished speaking, he raised his Zhanlong Sword with a flourish. A tremendous amount of force was channeled into the blade, causing black and brown flames to rise from its surface.

"So you're a devil cultivator too, no wonder you're so untrustworthy..."

Chen Ping looked at Xia Hou Dun raise the Zhanlong Sword, not only did he not dodge, but his face remained calm.

Xiahou Dun did not speak, but instead waved the Zhanlong Sword in his hand. The terrifying sword energy seemed to engulf Chen Ping.

Just as Xiahou Dun swung the Zhanlong Sword towards Chen Ping, he suddenly discovered that the sword was no longer under his control. The Qi within his body was constantly draining away, being absorbed by the Zhanlong Sword.

Xiahou Dun's face changed drastically. He wanted to throw the Zhanlong Sword away, but he found that the Zhanlong Sword seemed to be stuck to his hand like glue.

The qi within Xiahou Dun's dantian was continuously being absorbed by the Zhanlong Sword. His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly burst forth with a surge of qi from his palm, ultimately sending the Zhanlong Sword flying away.

The Zhanlong Sword soared into the air, then spun around before slicing a deep gash across Xia Hou Dun's left arm. It then swiftly returned to Chen Ping's hand.

Chen Ping gripped the Zhulong Sword. At this moment, all the zhenqi on the Zhulong Sword entered Chen Ping's body and replenished his dantian.

This Dragon Slaying Sword was already a part of Chen Ping's body, just like his hands and feet.

Just now, seeing that Xiahou Dun liked the Zhanlong Sword, Chen Ping had a plan. As long as Xiahou Dun held the Zhanlong Sword, Chen Ping could use the Ningxin Jue to absorb Xiahou Dun's internal energy.

Although Xiahou Dun ultimately managed to push him back, the battle was a see-saw affair. Chen Ping's strength had recovered considerably, while Xiahou Dun had suffered greatly. Not only had he lost much of his energy, but he also sustained an injury to his left arm.

"Little beast, if I don't kill you today, I won't be surnamed Xia…"

Xiahou Dun looked at the wound on his arm, and his whole body was furious. He saw black and brown aura rising from his body, and the wound on his arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, around Chen Ping and Xia Hou Dun, a black net with a radius of over one hundred meters enveloped them. This was Xia Hou Dun's way of preventing Chen Ping from escaping.

Seeing that Xiahou Dun's body could recover so quickly, Chen Ping's face couldn't help but change. This looked like this guy's body was even stronger than his own.

Subsequently, a layer of black mist appeared on Xiahou Dun's body, resembling armor. He then slapped Chen Ping with his palm.

Chen Ping raised his hand and swung the Zhanlong Sword. The powerful sword qi of the Zhanlong Sword struck Xiahou Dun's body heavily, producing a series of loud noises. This strike failed to break through Xiahou Dun's defenses.

And Xiahou Dun went on the offensive, striking Chen Ping with a powerful palm strike. Chen Ping's body flew backwards and landed heavily on the ground.

Chen Ping only felt his internal organs churning, but he endured it and slowly stood up.

Although this palm strike made Chen Ping's internal organs churn, his body didn't suffer any real harm. After all, Chen Ping's powerful physique was comparable to a copper wall and ironclad gate.

Seeing Chen Ping stand up, with not a single scratch on his body, not even a handprint left behind, Xiahou Dun was slightly taken aback.g about formations.The Valley Master of Yaoshén floated in mid-air, against the backdrop of colorful clouds, like a divine being who had descended from heaven."Boy, hand over the Divine Farmer Cauldro...