Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

On the rock, Liu Ping showed a look of surprise and said:

"What you're saying is actually true."

"How dare I deceive you!" The man crawled forward, repeatedly kowtowing, and said, "Although I was there back then, I didn't make a move. You know that! I simply didn't have the strength to participate in the battle against you!"

Liu Ping flicked his forehead with his finger and said, "Hmm... I remember now, you were indeed guarding on the outskirts and didn't make a move from start to finish..."

"Forget it, you can leave now."

The man was as if granted amnesty, gritted his teeth, took off the ring on his hand, placed it on the ground, and kowtowed again:

"This is all my savings, as a compensation gift, hoping you'll forgive what happened back then."

Liu Ping impatiently waved his hand and said:

"Hurry up and leave, in the future don't just stand by and watch the excitement, or you might get drafted again unwittingly."

"Yes, thank you, Sir."

The man flew up into the sky again, quickly heading in one direction, and soon disappeared.

Sitting on the rock, Liu Ping pondered for a few breaths, suddenly snapped his fingers.

In the mountain land not far away, a person appeared suddenly.

—It was the person who crushed the treasure and left just before!

Upon closer look, the treasure was casually thrown on the ground, intact, not crushed at all.

Yet that person wore a lucky expression, standing on the grass, seemingly holding something, constantly speaking to his palm:

"Yes, he's still alive and has returned."

"Everyone—"

"When I initiated communication this time, my three friends were probably already dead."

"Luckily, I reacted quickly and crushed the life-saving escape holy stone immediately."

It could be seen that his hand was empty, yet he maintained a gripping posture, looking down at his palm, with a proud look on his face:

"I'm the only one who escaped under Liu Ping's nose!"

"Don't hesitate, everyone reunite again."

"I'll be waiting for your news in my safe house!"

He placed the air in his hand aside, walked back and forth with hands behind his back, occasionally mumbling the names of several strong individuals.

For some reason—

He thought he was in a safe place.

Looking at his furrowed brow, he seemed to be thinking about how to deal with Liu Ping.

The ground was covered with blood and corpses, as well as Liu Ping sitting on the rock, he was completely oblivious to it.

Liu Ping watched from afar and sighed, saying:

"No progress, truly disappointing."

As his words fell.

The man suddenly froze.

He slowly turned his head, looking around.

Only now did he see the actual scene around him.

"So I didn't escape either."

He said bitterly.

Liu Ping yawned, waved his hand, and said:

"Take the lunchbox."

The man's face turned ashen gray, fell to his knees, and died on the ground.

Reflected in his pupils was the shadow of a youth wielding a knife cutting open his body.

Even though that scene never happened.

Thus his death looked stranger than others—

He thought he was dead.

So he truly died.

Liu Ping looked indifferently at the corpse on the ground, softly saying:

"I remember each one of you—I hold grudges, so bring it on—"

"Those perverted guys."

The long knife.

Was drawn out by Liu Ping, held high, directly pointed to the sky.

Bzz bzz bzz bzz bzz—

The blade burst forth with a fierce light, transforming into a white orchid overshadowing the sky and flying high into the depths of the sky.

This scene could be noticed by anyone who looked up.

Yet Liu Ping instead let out a light chuckle:

"Hehe."

"After all these years, who truly has the qualification to fight me..."

"How many will come?"

"Unfortunately, it'll only be a short wait..."

He unconsciously turned to look in one direction.

It was the direction he came from.

Thousands of miles away.

Still was the rooftop of that abandoned hospital.

The Sword Cultivator stood beside Wu Xiaode, arms crossed, and advised:

"Little Wu, before the battle, I must tell you something."

"Please go ahead." Wu Xiaode said.

"You're the one recognized by the Holy Realm to represent the world in battle, so you absolutely cannot die. If you die, our world will once again be in an irredeemable situation." The Sword Cultivator said.

"I understand." Wu Xiaode said.

"Your power is still maturing, recently focus entirely on improving your strength, on the battlefield, hide whenever possible, everything should be based on survival, what do you think?" The Sword Cultivator added.

"I think so too, I need time to attain strength." Wu Xiaode agreed.

The Sword Cultivator said: "Then—"

Then?

Wu Xiaode felt something was amiss in his heart, turned his head and saw the Sword Cultivator handed over a small notebook and a pen.

"What do you want to eat tonight, check it off." The Sword Cultivator whispered.

Wu Xiaode looked at the small notebook.

Only to see a simple menu, ranging from usual dishes like "Stir-fried Pepper Pork", "Mapo Tofu", "Soy Braised Pig Feet" to big pot dishes like "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall", "Spicy Beef Hotpot", "Seaweed Pork Rib Soup", about fifty dishes.

So what should he eat?

Wu Xiaode looked at the menu, then at the Sword Cultivator.

The Sword Cultivator had already taken a step forward, blocking in front of Wu Xiaode.

The wind—

The desolate wind blew over the Sword Cultivator.

No.

The wind's aura came from the Evil Demon.

It stood in the sky, constantly forming curse seals and releasing various attacks, yet they were annihilated invisibly the moment they left its hand.

The ripples of evil skills one after another turned into strong winds, blowing over the ruins and earth.

Within the gusting wind.

The Sword Cultivator slightly squinted his eyes, gently brushed aside the bangs, said softly:

"Then, for Little Wu's safety, to let the whole multiverse re-recognize us and the world we represent—"

"I shall strike a sword."

He slowly reached out, grabbed in the void, and said softly:

"Earth, have you ever imagined that one day, we'd no longer need to suppress our strength, finally able to release attacks beyond fake effects?"

An entirely ancient long sword was pulled out of the void by him and held in his hand.

The Earth Sword.

The sword broke out a deep rumble like a mountain.

The Sword Cultivator's eyes brightened, lifted the sword single-handed, seemingly smiling.

"Let this sword announce our arrival."

"Uh—"

"The first meeting, I'll be a bit humble."

The sword gently slid in the void.

In a flash—

The Evil Demon in the sky suddenly erupted with an extreme scream of fear.

At the same time.

Thousands of miles away, Liu Ping seemed to feel something, chuckled and said:

"Nothing to play with."

Elsewhere.

In the monitor room constantly watching the entire battlefield, the piercing alarm suddenly ceased.

A deep voice followed:

"The current space-time and all related parties' destinies begin to fluctuate fiercely."

"All causality laws of the current star system are all severed, undergoing challenging self-repair."

"Grade-level alarm!"

"All members, pay attention!"

"Do not make any moves, large-scale holy traversal magic has been activated, soon transferring each one to another safe star system."

"Countdown twenty seconds."

"—Detected thirty-two planets were obliterated by that sword, urgent transfer initiated!"

"Launch it!"

In an instant.

All observers didn't have time to react, already completely transferred away.