470: Chapter 378 Ti is About to Flow Backwards_2 470: Chapter 378 Ti is About to Flow Backwards_2 And in the next mont, the mysterious man had disappeared, accompanied by a buzzing sound, a massive swarm of drones surged toward him like dark clouds.
As Zhao Ping felt the power of the Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword, a thought flickered through his mind, “Shred them to pieces for .”
In the next instant, it seed as though countless invisible blades radiated out from his body toward all directions, slicing through the air.
With absolute speed and absolute strength, the unseen blades, sharp enough to cut everything to pieces, aid to reduce all obstacles before Zhao Ping to dust and bone!
Imperceptible, and thus impossible to evade.
Unparalleled in sharpness, thus unblockable.
In a blink of an eye, all drones within a hundred ters had been reduced to fragnts, falling to the ground like rain.
The ard personnel who witnessed this scene were horrified: “What just happened?”
“Zhao Ping should only be a second-tier martial master; he shouldn’t have this kind of power…”
“Could it be an ability he gained after turning into a malevolent spirit?”
Although shocked, it didn’t stop the Security Bureau’s soldiers from initiating their next attack wave.
But bullets were shredded before they could get close, sonic weapons were sliced into fragnts as they were about to activate, and even anti-materiel weapons controlled by AI from a great distance were torn into scrap tal.
Relying on the experience from countless cycles of reincarnation, and the power of the Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword that could cut through anything and everything without a trace, Zhao Ping destroyed all weapons that could threaten him and burst through the encirclent with the sword’s power encircling him.
Looking in the direction where he had vanished, the Security Bureau’s soldiers exchanged glances.
“Inform the higher-ups, we can’t stop him, we need soone with at least third-tier inheritance to co for support…”
“How many casualties?”
“No deaths or injuries?
How is that possible…
he’s turned into a malevolent spirit.”
When Zhao Ping ca to his senses again, he found himself back at the mont before the battle began.
Only this ti, Lin Xing had not reappeared, and the power known as the Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword had spread all around, even becoming a bit more potent.
So, the battle began again…
“Too strong!”
“This damn Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword is too freaking powerful!!”
The more Zhao Ping used this power, the more thrilled he felt, excitent like never before making him shiver with power.
He laughed maniacally as he broke out of the encirclent, his eyes filled with the boundless joy of wielding such formidable strength: “With this power in my grasp, who can stand against ?
Who can possibly stop now!”
Through Lin Xing’s observation, the malice that erupted from inside Zhao Ping at the ti of his first death was the most intense.
In the subsequent cycles of reincarnation, the dense resentnt, killing intent, and malevolence steadily poured into the Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword, and as the sword grew more powerful, the malice within Zhao Ping weakened.
Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword (Damage extent 94%)
Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword (Damage extent 94.9%)
Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword (Damage extent 94.8%)
Watching the Cloud Silk Shadowless Sword gradually being repaired, Lin Xing knew that it was still far from enough.
“Pure heart material can only do so much in such a short ti; this is the limit.”
“To advance further, we need to elevate the heart material’s level completely, to match the Immortal Artifact I am refining…”
At the sa ti, within Lin Xing’s body, at the heart’s location, a black short sword that pierced his heart vibrated slightly.
Although the short sword penetrated Lin Xing’s heart, it seed not to affect the body’s functions at all, even moving with each heartbeat as if it had beco a part of the heart.
And at this mont, the short sword burst forth with a chilling Sword Intent.
Lin Xing opened his arms, looked up to the sky, and murmured, “Ti is about to reverse…”
In the next mont, the black sword piercing his heart transford into a black hole, devouring Lin Xing’s heart instantly.
At the sa ti, the environnt around began to blur.
Countless materials turned into streaks of light, shooting out from Lin Xing’s body in every direction, seemingly reverting to their positions a mont ago.
When everything settled down again, ti had reversed three hours into the past.
With each cycle of reincarnation, Zhao Ping’s mind beca clearer and more composed, and he felt increasingly normal.
And when he ca to again, he found himself lying in bed properly, with no sign of severed limbs or pools of blood.
He leapt to his feet and noticed that his body, which had beco grotesque, had returned to normal, showing no trace of malevolence.
“I…
I didn’t turn into a malevolent spirit?”
Not only had his resentnt dissipated, but in the midst of battle, his will had been forged into sothing incredibly resolute, capable of controlling his desires much better.
So, when Zhao Ping returned to this mont, he found that using the will of the future to drive his body of the present, he had not only avoided becoming a malevolent spirit but had even beco stronger than before.
“Good…
good…
good…”
“And this.”
With a point of his finger, the desk before him was sliced by an unseen blade, instantly turning into more than a dozen pieces that crashed to the floor.
“I can feel it, at this mont I am truly formidable.”
“Aside from those who have mastered the fourth-tier inheritance of the Immortals, there are probably few in this world who can stop now…”
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