Daoist Competition-Chapter 1081 - 280: The Dao Is One Foot High, the Devil Ten Feet Taller (Part 2)

Gao Ruowang smiled faintly, and his form suddenly blurred. As the sword light fell, his entire being transformed into specks of green light, shattering like a bubble without leaving any trace.

Chen Qingping was rather familiar with the methods of the Blood Essence Sect and could clearly see that what he had slain was just an insignificant blood essence, while the true body had hidden elsewhere. He pinched the incantation and retrieved the peach wood sword, held it in his hand, and warily looked around, mocking, "Are all Demon Sect scoundrels this sneaky?"

He called out a few times without receiving a response, furrowed his brows, and placed a finger horizontally on his eyes, opening his Dharma Eye. Immediately, beams of light shot from his eyes, sweeping across the mountain top several times, but he still couldn’t discern any anomalies.

Even considering that token talisman, unable to locate where Gao Ruowang was, he chose not to linger here, summoned the Gang Wind, and rushed downward.

The token talisman, after floating onto the river water, was blown by the river breeze and drifted towards the shore.

At this location, there happened to be over a hundred cultivators standing, most of whom had low cultivation levels, with the one with the highest mastery only reaching the Ming Qi Realm.

One among them saw the talisman floating towards him, with golden light dazzling and countless Xuan Wen illustrations shimmering. As it approached, he couldn’t resist reaching out to grab it, but as soon as it entered his hand, a burst of blood light issued forth, drilling into his body. In mere moments, he was pinned to the spot, unable to move, only able to scream aloud.

The token talisman suddenly wavered, released from his hand, and floated away elsewhere.

Witnessing the fate of that cultivator, none dared to touch it, fleeing in panic as if avoiding a plague.

At this moment, a tremor from the token talisman sent a beam of blood light flying out, circling in the air, instantly passing through each of them. Immediately, they all became like clay statues, frozen where they stood.

Chen Qingping happened to charge here, seeing the scene, he sneered, shook his sleeve, and unleashed a set of bamboo books, casting them into the air. Along with a Qi Jue, there was a loud sound as the book opened, shooting a beam of green light at the token talisman below, and he commanded, "Collect!"

The light suddenly contracted, collapsing from a width of a zhang to the size of a pinhole, with a noise, a wisp of green smoke drifted past, and the spell was broken, the token talisman fell to the ground.

Those who saw Chen Qingping’s arrival seemed to see a savior, all cried, "Master Chen, save us."

Chen Qingping frowned intuitively; he knew he must find Gao Ruowang’s main essence or true body to counteract and break this spell.

He took a spell, deployed his Dharma Eye again, scanned back and forth, but after some time, still couldn’t find any clues.

He pondered for a moment, turned his palm, took out a Mystic Iron Star Plate, cradling it in the crook of his arm, shaking it, and the needle on its surface spun, immediately pointing to a direction.

He raised his eyes, looked towards an empty corner, and said coldly, "So it’s here, such a petty technique, how can it fool me?"

He pointed his hand, and immediately a thousand bamboo sticks scattered and flew, sealing the several zhang of territory, all fell down, embedded into the ground, standing tall, clearly forming a prohibition.

He pinched the incantation, and with a rumbling sound, the bamboo sticks exploded all at once, then he waved his sleeve, stirring up a gang wind to sweep the smoke and dust away. Looking at that place again, it was already in shambles, dirt and rocks overturned, broken branches and leaves everywhere.

While he was scanning the area, he abruptly heard exclamations behind him, turning to see, and was taken aback. Surprisingly, a cultivator had been blown into pieces, remains scattered everywhere.

His mind turned, guessing Gao Ruowang must have used some form of debt for death technique on this person, leading to such a result.

Those cultivators all showed expressions of fear, evidently afraid of meeting the same fate.

Zhang Yan, spectating from the peak, saw everything clearly and said in amazement, "Is it Shape-shifting Technique?"

Zhang Boyant had once suffered under this Dharma technique in a confrontation with Taiheng Ancestor, therefore nodded and said, "Indeed, it is this technique. Unexpectedly, someone from the Blood Essence Sect managed to cultivate it; not sure where they learned it from."

At this moment, several Demon Sect Elders hidden within the Demon Cloud were whispering, with one saying, "If the Sealing Technique of Hai Zhen Temple is cultivated, even Divine Passage Skills can be suppressed. As long as one is careful not to be restrained by their treasure scrolls or bamboo books, there should be no harm."

Another added, "As long as the Daoist of Hai Zhen Temple has the Magic Artifact complete, supplemented by Mysterious Skill, he is indeed a major adversary for our Spirit Sect. To deal with this person, one must first find a way to break his Magic Artifact."

Ms. Xu, after observing for a while, judged, "This person is not a match for Senior Brother Gao."

Feng Haiyang nodded, appraising, "This Chen Qingping’s Daoist Cultivation isn’t bad either, watching him act efficiently, his Divine Power techniques come naturally, certainly not a recluse. However, Brother Gao stands unrivaled among us, even I can’t guarantee a victory. If Chen Qingping leaves early, perhaps he can still preserve his life."

Chen Qingping mistakenly killed one person, his face sullen, secretly resentful. Though he knew Gao Ruowang was hiding among them, there were over a hundred people here, and as an Xuanmen member, he couldn’t possibly kill them all.

His expression shifted a few times, snorted, sneering, "Do you think you can restrain me like this, demon?"

He pinched the technique, shook his Daoist robe, and immediately, a fierce Pi Beast with a dragon’s head and horse’s body flew out, charged at one person, bit down, dragged out a blood essence, and swallowed it whole. Then it charged at the next person, doing the same action. After circling once in the field, everyone slumped to the ground, the spell evidently broken.

The Pi Beast roared, shook off its majestic frame, and returned to Chen Qingping’s vestment robe.

He patted his robe, as if brushing off dust, stood proudly in the air, and boasted, "Gao Ruowang, I know your Blood Essence Sect is skilled at refining blood essences. For every one you send, I shall obliterate one. Let’s see how many you have for Sir to kill!"

Zhang Yan shook his head, though Chen Qingping seemed to have the upper hand, in fact, he had entered a dangerous situation.

Gao Ruowang was clearly superior, using void to cover real, having easily tested the opponent’s techniques with a few disposable blood essences, but Chen Qingping still knew nothing of this formidable adversary. If the duel continued, the outcome was predictable.

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