OBS Chapter 12 What kind of sect is this?
Chapter 12 What kind of sect is this?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping's heart sank to the bottom.
He was seen through after all!
Even though his heart was in turmoil, he did not show the slightest panic on his face. Panic at this moment would mean certain death.
Perhaps the big gray dog was bluffing him.
His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and without saying another word, he moved his arm, slowly pulling the broadsword between his elbows, wiping away the bloodstains on the blade little by little to reveal the gleaming edge beneath. His movements were unhurried, yet the murderous aura around him surged once more.
"Since you wish to give it a try, then I, Zhang, will gladly oblige."
Zhang Ping's voice was cold and resolute, filled with a do-or-die determination. His gaze fixed on the greyhound demon, he said, word by word, "However, I may speak frankly: if you dare to make a move, I will fight you to the death, exhausting my life force and blood. Even if we perish together, I will drag you down with me!"
"After all, I, Zhang, am not someone to be trifled with. If you want to take my life, you'd better be prepared to pay the price!"
With that, he flicked his wrist, pointing his broadsword directly at the gray dog on the wall. His aura surged to its peak, and he assumed a posture ready to fight to the death at any moment.
This resolute and ruthless aura instantly stunned the greyhound monster that was about to attack.
Greyhound stared at Zhang Ping, and seeing his fearless eyes, he suddenly felt uneasy.
Its cultivation level was comparable to Hei Sha's. Zhang Ping could easily kill Hei Sha, but if they really fought to the death, Hei Sha might be able to seriously injure him.
If we get injured here, it will be a loss. It would be better to go back and tell Grandma so that she can come and deal with this brat herself. With Grandma's cultivation level, killing this human brat will be a piece of cake.
But leaving like this, looking so dejected, was truly unacceptable.
A human at the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm killed his friend, yet he didn't even dare to retaliate. How could he hold his head high in front of his fellow humans if word got out?
For a moment, the greyhound monster stood on the wall, caught in a dilemma, hesitant to make the first move.
This seemingly calm standoff was incredibly agonizing for Zhang Ping.
His body was growing weaker and weaker, and his strength was rapidly dissipating.
He's about to collapse!
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
He didn't dare to wipe it yet.
He knew that any unnecessary movement could reveal his current state. He had to maintain this posture, this indomitable spirit, until the greyhound left.
But my heart won't cooperate.
Perhaps due to excessive tension, or perhaps because his body had reached its limit, Zhang Ping's heart suddenly started beating faster.
"Thump thump... thump thump... thump thump..."
In the stillness of the night, the sound was as loud as a drumbeat.
This unexpected turn of events caused the greyhound's ears to twitch.
Demons have far more acute senses than humans, not to mention this greyhound has cultivated to an extraordinary degree.
The sound reached its ears clearly, causing its eyes to light up instantly.
"Hehehe..."
The greyhound grinned, its smile savage. "You humans are indeed skilled at bluffing demons, but your bodies are not to be faked."
"With your heart beating so fast and your breathing so labored, you probably can't even stand up straight, can you?"
Zhang Ping panicked a little upon hearing this, because he knew that saying anything would be useless, but at this point, it was even less likely that he would show weakness.
"Hahaha, since you've already seen through it, why not give it a try and see if my blade can still sever your dog's head!"
Although his words were forceful and resolute, he was already feeling timid inside.
The greyhound, upon hearing this, did not hesitate at all; it trusted itself more than Zhang Ping.
Suddenly, it leaped up from the wall, flipped in mid-air, and three visible shockwaves shot out from between its claws.
The three waves of air were bluish-gray ripples, like ripples on the surface of water spreading through the air. They were extremely fast, reaching Zhang Ping in the blink of an eye.
"Ugh."
Zhang Ping sighed, never expecting to fail so quickly.
It's only been a day. I don't know where I'll go after I die, or if I'll really die.
A jumble of thoughts flashed through Zhang Ping's mind.
Then came a bitter laugh.
That's all.
Just treat it as a game.
Just when he had accepted the outcome, the expected excruciating pain did not come.
Two dark figures suddenly appeared from the eaves of the building, like ghosts, and landed firmly in front of him.
Both were dressed in tight black clothes, with dark gold cloud patterns embroidered on the hem and cuffs, and wore hideous ghost masks on their faces, revealing only their eyes.
He had a long sword covered in a black sheath hanging from his waist.
Just standing there, he exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Zhang Ping was somewhat taken aback by this.
Who are these two people, and what are they doing?
Before anyone could question it, one of them had already made a move.
He drew his sword with his right hand, muttering something under his breath, and then casually swung it. A concentrated burst of sword energy erupted from the blade, directly colliding with the three waves of energy released by the greyhound.
There was no loud explosion.
The black-clad man's blade strike was as powerful as a bull's charge. The three waves of energy seemed to have crashed into a barrier, instantly dissipating into the air.
But the blade's force did not stop there; its momentum remained undiminished as it charged straight toward the greyhound on the wall.
The greyhound's pupils contracted sharply, and it instinctively leaped to the side, barely dodging the attack.
The blade grazed its fur before slamming heavily against the wall.
With a muffled thud, the thick wall made of blue bricks was cleaved open by the force of the blade as if it were made of paper. Bricks and stones shattered, dust flew up, and half of the wall collapsed.
The greyhound landed to one side, on all fours, its eyes filled with terror.
Such power comes from a single, casual strike.
If you were to take this hit head-on...
It dared not think any further.
The other man in black didn't even glance at the grey dog; he simply turned his head and looked at Zhang Ping.
The corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly upturned under the mask, and his tone carried a hint of amusement.
"Your acting skills are quite good; you almost fooled both of us brothers."
"If you hadn't noticed something was wrong, you would be dead."
The man's voice wasn't loud, but it reached Zhang Ping's ears clearly.
Zhang Ping was taken aback upon hearing this.
The way this person spoke made it seem as if they had been there the whole time, watching the show.
He stared at the two ghostly masks, his mind racing, but he couldn't find any memories related to them.
I have never seen them before.
At this moment, the greyhound, having dodged the attack, regained its footing. It stared at the two men in black, the horror in its eyes gradually turning into fear, and its voice became somewhat strained.
"You are members of the Jingtian Sect."
Jingtianmen?
When Zhang Ping heard those three words, he was even more confused.
What kind of sect is this? I've never heard of it before.