Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 647: The First Warrior of the Human Clan

The scriptures were incomplete, their script obscure and difficult to comprehend, bearing an ancient charm amidst vastness, precipitating the passage of years and the flow of the river of time. In an instant, it was as though various ancient figures had crossed through the long river of history and emerged.

*Heavenly white jade and jadeite, ten cities and five palace compounds, no idea how many Sword Immortals...*

The grandiose voice echoed from the void into Chen Pingping's ears. He listened intently, his eyes widening in astonishment.

He fixed his gaze on the scriptures.

But in the next moment, the scriptures seemed to change their form, materializing into a tall figure, immensely robust, enshrouded in a halo of golden Divine Brilliance, appearing supremely godly and saintly.

That towering figure looked down at Chen Pingping and immediately executed a slash with his sword.

FUCK!

Chen Pingping felt his scalp tingle and he took to his heels.

What was terrifying was that the sword strike really came out of the scriptures.

「At this time...」

The handsome and martial Mr. Zhang was narrating various tales of the Sword Immortal to White Emperor. His voice was soft, trying his best not to let White Emperor feel that he was showing off.

But for some reason, even as White Emperor listened quietly, there was no fluctuation of emotion, nor did she utter a word.

She was too calm.

This kind of calm made Zhang Ziyu quite embarrassed.

Hey! Could you at least react a little! At the very least, say something! Here I am, prattling on like a fool... Could it be? Is the Sword Immortal Heritage really not enough to catch your, White Emperor's, attention?

Fortunately, Spirit Jade came over and asked curiously, "Are you really the inheritor of the Sword Immortal Heritage?"

Ha! Luckily, there's someone who knows what's precious, saving this young master from babbling for seven or eight minutes.

Spirit Jade's question eased Zhang Ziyu's embarrassment and also gave him a reason to reveal his answer.

He smiled faintly and responded, "The Sword Immortal Heritage is unparalleled in the world, unique in its kind; among the heavens above and the lands below, only I, Mr. Zhang, could possess it."

Spirit Jade widened her eyes. "That powerful?"

"Just average, just average..." Zhang Ziyu said modestly, but his expression was full of pride, as though he was saying, That's right, the Sword Immortal Heritage is that mind-blowingly powerful, otherwise why would it bear the title 'Sword Immortal'? And this Sword Immortal Heritage belongs to me, Zhang Ziyu, alone. In all the Nine Heavens and vast lands, who else has it? Being the Son of the Fate Energy is no joke.

Spirit Jade's curiosity grew. "I've heard of Sword Saints, Sword Emperors, and Sword Gods, but who is this Sword Immortal?"

Zhang Ziyu laughed and said, "Naturally, he's of the highest echelon among the big shots of the Sword Dao."

"Oh?" Spirit Jade asked again. "Then? Can you demonstrate it for us?"

This back-and-forth completely pushed the "Sword Immortal Heritage" into the limelight.

It wasn't just Spirit Jade; White Emperor, Jiang Ni'er, Ali, Liu Dayao, and several Saint Kings also became curious. They had always heard of the "Sword Immortal Heritage," yet had never seen Zhang Ziyu display it.

Here it comes, here it comes. It's that kind of anticipation from the crowd. Once this young master displays the Sword Immortal Heritage, I will surely astonish White Emperor and catch Yue Wuxia's attention. And then... White Emperor will say: "My heavens! You're actually the successor of the Sword Immortal?" And then: "Zhang Ziyu, you're so powerful, I want to marry Xia'er to you." And Yue Wuxia will say: "Brother Ziyu, you're so amazing." HEHEHEHE!

Zhang Ziyu's smile was 'triumphant'; he was already picturing the scenes that would unfold. He came back to his senses, cleared his throat, and prepared to exhibit a stroke of the Sword Immortal's heritage Sword Dao.

However...

Suddenly, from the depths of the courtyard, a powerful Sword Intent began to permeate.

This Sword Intent was truly formidable, enveloping time and space. It was grandiose and commanding, imbued with the Power of Destruction, vast and unstoppable as it cleaved through everything.

It magnified in a flash, extending over hundreds of thousands of miles—no, even further than that.

Issuing forth from that modest courtyard, it pierced through the Monster Emperor Mansion, swept across Monster Emperor City, and continued spreading out. A thunderous roar also resounded at that moment, echoing through the heavens and the earth.

The onlookers were stunned.

The members of the Demon Race within Monster Emperor City were shocked.

Such a formidable Sword Dao.

My god! Could it be that a Sword Emperor has come to slay us? Who is it?

Those outside the courtyard had their eyes wide and jaws dropped.

Actually, Yue Wuxia inside the courtyard was also a picture of disbelief.

That sword strike, like one from a Sword Immortal in the heavens, spanned countless miles, effortlessly killing over hundreds of thousands of the Demon Race.

Even White Emperor felt her breath catch at that moment, experiencing a powerful shock, her heart turning cold as if she were facing a "Big Shot."

She took a sharp breath, and after regaining her senses, stared intently into the courtyard.

"My God! Pingping, you are so amazing!" Yue Wuxia exclaimed.

Chen Pingping: "..."

Yue Wuxia asked excitedly, "How did you do it?"

Chen Pingping: "???"

Do it? What does that mean? What does it have to do with me?

His eyes were wide in shock, and he was also covered in dust and confusion.

The sword strike from the scripture had almost cost him his life; thankfully, he had the Six Tao Emperor Weapon for defense.

Chen Pingping glanced back, his heart still racing with fear.

Outside the courtyard, White Emperor's expression grew increasingly somber.

Jiang Ni'er, sensing trouble, quickly changed the subject, "Mr. Zhang, what about your Sword Immortal Heritage?"

The latter's face was the color of pig liver, as ugly as could be.

If that sword strike was indeed unleashed by Chen Pingping, then... my Sword Immortal Heritage pales in comparison. Chen Pingping's sword strike spanned hundreds of thousands of miles. Although my Sword Immortal Heritage might be potentially impressive, my own strength can't fully demonstrate it—at most a few tens of thousands of miles. I thought a few tens of thousands of miles was the limit, but out of nowhere, this guy pulled off a Sword Dao strike spanning hundreds of thousands of miles!

FUCK!

Zhang Ziyu almost spewed a mouthful of old blood. What the hell!

At that moment, hearing Jiang Ni'er's words, he suddenly felt as awful as if he'd eaten shit; it was unbearable. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He had been ridiculed. An overt humiliation.

As the Son of the Fate Energy, he had been thwarted twice, both times by a Loose Cultivator.

He had lost all face.

Zhang Ziyu felt incredibly stifled, his body trembling slightly.

Liu Dayao was also shaking; after all, this idea had been his, and he had not foreseen the Loose Cultivator being so formidable.

"Right! This gentleman, what about your Sword Immortal Heritage?" Spirit Jade also diverted the topic, taking a sharp inward breath. Good lord, Chen Pingping, although you did kill the Demon Emperor and have the backing of the Wen Dynasty, this is still the Monster Emperor City of the Southern Region! To exhibit your Sword Dao here, isn't that a blatant challenge to White Emperor? Too audacious!

Zhang Ziyu's face turned ashen. He managed a begrudging smile, "Oh, I was just joking earlier."

"Chen Pingping..." White Emperor roared furiously, "You get out here to me!"

This angry roar thundered across the sky.

It also carried the name "Chen Pingping" far and wide.

The many powerful members of the Demon Race within Monster Emperor City, who had thought it might be a Sword Emperor coming to slay them, heard the name "Chen Pingping" and were taken aback.

"I remember now, Chen Pingping... isn't he the Human Clan member who campaigned in the Northern Border before?"

"FUCK? Human Clan's Chen Pingping… he's come to campaign against our Southern Region now?"

"He's moving too fast, isn't he?"

"That's a bit too arrogant…"

"White Emperor is angry. It's been years since I've seen her this outraged. Looks like this Human Clan's Chen Pingping is as good as dead."

"Nice... just after killing a Demon Emperor, he comes to the Monster Emperor City in the Southern Region to stir up trouble. He's got some serious guts; I'll dub him the 'First Warrior of the Human Clan'."

While Chen Pingping did kill a Demon Emperor, and his achievements were evident to all, there were many questionable aspects to that battle.

Not to mention the Demon Emperor's strategy that was foiled, his combat power significantly reduced, and the combat personnel that Chen Pingping brought were also oddly specific.

They had very specific targets. They blocked the external support of the Demon Race, severed the connections between Dayan and the outside, and then, using various foundational strengths, wore down the Demon Emperor and finally managed to kill him.

In the eyes of the Demon Race of the Southern Region, a large element of luck was involved.

So, the truth, as they saw it, was that he didn't have the strength to kill a Demon Emperor, only luck.

But now, Chen Pingping was causing a scene in the Southern Region, in front of White Emperor, the entire Monster Emperor City, and the whole Southern Region…

His courage was commendable.

The title of 'First Warrior of the Human Clan' was his alone.