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Chapter 11 Certain Death
Li Changyun also sensed that something was wrong.
His pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the crimson-glowing broadsword in Zhang Ping's hand, a chill running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
He was all too familiar with that feeling; it was the alertness that only came when faced with deadly danger, the most primal warning the body issued when confronted with an irresistible force.
That cut was very dangerous.
very dangerous.
We must not let him draw his knife.
Li Changyun almost instinctively rushed towards Zhang Ping, raising his cleaver high above his head, intending to kill Zhang Ping with a single blow before Zhang Ping could draw his sword.
His speed was astonishing; he rushed to Zhang Ping in just a few steps, and the guillotine cleaved down with the force of a thunderbolt.
However, it's too late.
Zhang Ping's eyes had been closed, then he suddenly opened them again.
A horizontal sword.
A touch.
A crimson streak of light shot out from the broadsword, a streak as wide as half a courtyard, like a blood-red rainbow compressed to its limit, spreading silently with a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
There was no sound of metal clashing.
There was no sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.
There was nothing there.
Li Changyun's guillotine blade stopped in mid-air, less than three inches from Zhang Ping's head.
But he couldn't chop anymore.
He stood still, maintaining a posture of raising his sword with both hands to chop downwards, his whole body as still as a clay or wooden sculpture.
The faint moonlight shone on his face, and the light in his eyes, which were originally full of murderous intent, was gradually fading.
then…
"puff………"
With a very faint sound, a thin red line, as thin as a hair, appeared on Li Changyun's neck.
The red line stretched neatly from left to right.
Li Changyun's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.
His head then slid off his neck, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
At that moment, almost no blood was spurting out.
It wasn't because there was no blood, but because the cut was too fast and too sharp, so that the blood didn't even have time to spurt out the moment the blood vessel was severed.
Blood only began to gush out from the cut after the head hit the ground, forming a dark red pool on the blue brick floor.
Huff... huff huff...
Zhang Ping slowly exhaled.
Having experienced killing the Black Demon last time, he wasn't too surprised this time.
On the contrary, he sighed.
After all, he only needed 1,000 HP to kill Hei Sha, but it took him more than 3,000 HP to kill Li Changyun.
However, Li Changyun's strength was not as great as Hei Sha's.
To put it bluntly, it's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
However, this is the only method he currently has. If he doesn't use it, his only fate will be death.
But now there's something else that's even more intriguing to him: whether his health has increased.
Upon checking the panel, he found that his health had reached 6870.
He started with only 5050 HP, but it seems that killing Li Changyun gave him an increase of 1820 HP.
"So it seems... killing people can also increase your health."
After saying this, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.
The fact that killing demons and killing people both increase his power means that the source of his supernatural abilities is much broader than he imagined.
But he didn't think about it any further.
He is very weak right now, and the most important thing he needs to do is rest as soon as possible and wait until the next day to recover his health. Otherwise, it is too dangerous for him to be in this state.
If something else comes along with just a little bit of health, he'll definitely die here.
Just as Zhang Ping was about to go to his room and clean up the mess the next day...
"Hehehe..."
A hoarse laugh, tinged with a hint of mockery, reached Zhang Ping's ears from the direction of the courtyard wall.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear, like someone who had been watching the whole show from above the wall and couldn't help but let out a low laugh at the end.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping's pupils constricted sharply, and he instantly exhaled to regain his composure, standing upright with his knife in hand.
"Who goes there? You've been watching for so long, why haven't you shown yourself yet!"
Zhang Ping's voice was clear and cold, and combined with the lingering power from his earlier slash that killed Li Changyun, it truly gave him the air of a master.
Even so, his chest continued to heave.
That one cut drained almost all of his strength.
"Hehehe..."
A hoarse laugh came from the top of the wall again, followed by a mocking remark, "It's rare to see someone at the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm kill someone at the ninth level."
"Your blood sacrifice technique is truly astonishingly lethal. It seems Black Fiend died by your bizarre swordsmanship!"
As the words fell, a figure peeked out from over the wall.
Zhang Ping stared intently, his pupils involuntarily contracting slightly.
It was a big gray dog.
The greyhound was quite large, with glossy, satin-like fur that shimmered with a faint silvery-grey hue under the moonlight.
It lay on the wall, its two front paws resting on the brick edge, looking quite relaxed. But its eyes were blood red, glowing eerily in the darkness like two will-o'-the-wisps, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
Zhang Ping's heart sank.
It seems this monster is the old gray creature that Liu Lincui mentioned.
Unexpectedly, this monster came to him on its own, and it just so happened to choose the time when he was at his weakest.
This is the worst time.
Zhang Ping took a deep breath, suppressed his panic, and forced himself to calm down.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingers tracing the blade of the broadsword in his hand, his movements unhurried and exuding a sense of composure.
"You have a good eye."
He spoke calmly, "Although this method is activated by using one's life essence and lifespan, and will leave one weak for a period of time after use, it is not impossible for me to unleash one or two more strikes if I fight desperately."
These words, spoken casually, were actually a test, every word probing him. He was betting that the greyhound demon would be wary of his Blood Sacrifice Blade Technique and wouldn't dare to approach easily.
Upon hearing this, the greyhound monster on the wall narrowed its scarlet eyes and looked Zhang Ping up and down. Its playful expression faded, clearly intimidated by Zhang Ping's words.
It witnessed Zhang Ping kill Li Changyun, who was at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm, with a single strike. Even though its cultivation was slightly stronger than Hei Sha's, it was not confident that it could withstand such power.
Seeing that the other party remained silent and did not make a move immediately, Zhang Ping felt a little more at ease, knowing that his intimidation had worked. Knowing that he absolutely could not show weakness now, he immediately struck while the iron was hot and spoke again.
"I just killed Li Changyun, and you watched the whole thing without making a move. I suppose you were wary of my abilities."
"To be honest, I have no conflict or grudge against you."
Zhang Ping continued, his gaze calmly fixed on the greyhound on the wall, "If you wish to leave now, I can pretend I've never met you."
"how?"
Despite the waves of weakness coursing through his body and his back being soaked in cold sweat, Zhang Ping stood ramrod straight, his hand holding the knife as steady as a mountain, his eyes sharp as he stared intently at the greyhound monster, revealing not the slightest flaw.
He was gambling, gambling that the monster was afraid of death and wouldn't dare to take any risks.
But just as Zhang Ping finished speaking, the greyhound monster on the wall suddenly moved.
It braced itself on its forelimbs and abruptly stood up from the wall, standing upright like a human with its front paws behind its back. Its scarlet eyes were fixed on Zhang Ping, scrutinizing him from head to toe. After a moment, it suddenly spoke, its voice icy, as if directly piercing through Zhang Ping's disguise, coldly saying, "Are you trying to trick me?"
"You humans are masters of bluffing. You're clearly on your last legs, yet you pretend to be full of confidence. It's truly laughable!"
Zhang Ping didn't speak, he just watched it quietly.
Greyhound continued, "That Black Demon was my friend of many years, and now that he's dead at your hands, if I don't kill you and take your head back, Grandma will certainly not let me off easily!"
"Therefore, you are doomed to die today!"