Chapter 6131

Wu Lingyun’s hand was still frozen in mid-air, maintaining the posture of tearing Chen Wanqing’s clothes.
At this moment, his face could no longer be described as “pale”, it was a dead ash color coming out of the bone marrow, his lips trembled, his teeth trembled, and he made a “clucking” sound.
Chen Pingping stood there calmly, looking calmly at the group of pursuers in front of him.
That kind of calm is not pretending to be calm, not suppressing anger, but a real, heartfelt calm, just like a person looking at the ants crawling under his feet, and his heart can’t make half a wave, because the ants are not worthy of his anger at all.
But it was this calmness that made Wu Lingyun feel unprecedented fear.
He was not afraid of Chen Ping’s rage, not afraid of Chen Ping gritting his teeth and cursing, or even afraid of Chen Ping rushing up frantically and desperately.
Chen Ping like that is at least a “person”, and he still has flaws and can still deal with it.
But this Chen Ping in front of him is too quiet.
It’s not as quiet as a man who sees his woman being bullied.
It’s not as quiet as a living person.
“Chen …… Chen Ping, you …… Don’t mess around!
Wu Lingyun subconsciously took a step back, and his voice changed tone, “I…… Behind me is the Wu family! It’s a temple! You …… If you dare to touch me, the entire fourteenth heaven will not let you go!”
Chen Ping finally moved.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on Wu Lingyun’s face.
It’s this look.
Just one glance.
Wu Lingyun only felt a chill rushing straight from the soles of his feet to the heavenly spirit cover, as if he was being targeted by an ancient beast, and the blood in his body was frozen at this moment.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but found that his throat seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, and he couldn’t spit out a word.
Chen Ping retracted his gaze and looked at the guards behind him who were pressing Chen Wanqing.
Those guards had long been frightened, and when they saw Chen Ping looking over, they looked like cats with their tails stepped on, suddenly let go of their hands, rolled and crawled back, wishing they could escape immediately.
Chen Wanqing regained her freedom, but she no longer had the strength to stand up.
She sat slumped on the ground, her clothes torn, her green silk scattered, tears blurred her vision, and she could only raise her head and look at the straight back in front of her in a daze.
That back was exactly the same as when I was in the Chen Mansion three days ago.
No, it’s different.
A few days ago, when Chen Ping left the Chen Mansion, he was covered in injuries and embarrassed, and he was chased and escaped.
At this moment, he was standing there, although there was no breath leaking out of his body, but there was an indescribable majesty, a sense of oppression that made people want to kneel down and worship.
Chen Ping finally turned around.
He looked down at Chen Wanqing, at her broken clothes, at the undried tears on her face, and at the red mark left by Wu Lingyun on her neck.
His eyes were still calm.
But at this moment, Chen Wanqing clearly saw that in the depths of those eyes as calm as a deep pool, there was an extreme coldness that flashed away.
That coldness does not belong to the world.
It was ice from the Nine Netherworlds.
Chen Ping didn’t speak, just raised his hand, took off his robe, and gently draped it over Chen Wanqing, covering her broken clothes and covering her bare skin.
His movements were very light and soft, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Chen Wanqing’s tears welled up again.
“…… Chen Ping,” she murmured, her voice hoarse, with endless grievances and longing.
Chen Ping stretched out his hand and gently stroked her cheeks, wiping away the tears from her face. The movement was extremely gentle, and it was the same as the coldness just now.
“Miss Chen, I’ve made you suffer.”
His voice was very soft, “Next, leave it to me.”
He straightened up and turned around. The tenderness on his
face converged little by little.
Instead, there was an ultimate calm.
He looked at the group of pursuers in front of him, as well as Wu Lingyun, who had shrunk to the end of the crowd, and spoke lightly.
“You all deserve to die.”
Five words.
Plain, without any emotional ups and downs.
But the moment these five words fell, everyone present felt an invisible pressure falling from the sky, overwhelming them.
A martial guard finally collapsed.
“Kill! Kill him!
He roared, “He is alone! There are so many of us, what are we afraid of! Let’s go up together and kill him!” At
his instigation, more than a dozen guards and soldiers finally mustered up the courage and rushed towards Chen Ping with a roar.
The sword light and sword shadow, the technique is crisscrossed.
Chen Ping looked at the rushing figures, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, hooking up a smiling arc.
Then, he raised his hand.
Just raised his hand so casually, without sealing, without charging, or even without any spiritual power fluctuations.
He just raised his hand.
“Boom!”
There was a muffled sound.
The dozen or so guards rushing to the front seemed to be hit head-on by an invisible mountain, and flew out in unison, spurting out mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, their sternum collapsed, their tendons and veins were broken, and they had no breath when they landed.
One move.
No, it’s not even a move.
Just a raised hand. A
dozen people, all annihilated.
The rest of the pursuers were completely stupid. What kind of strength
is this? What kind of means
is this?
They didn’t even see Chen Ping make a move, they didn’t see any spiritual power leaking, and those companions died? Just died thoroughly?
“The peak of the third rank of the Immortal Realm…… No, no, the aura on his body…… This is ……”
A temple soldier suddenly exclaimed, his voice trembling. Although
he is not a master, he has been working in the temple all year round and has seen many strong people.
But at this moment, Chen Ping gave him the feeling that it was not strong, but …… terrifying.
A kind of horror that originated from the level of life and from the depths of the bloodline.
It was as if it was not a person standing in front of them, but a dragon.
No, more terrifying than a dragon.
It was the Dragon Emperor.
Chen Ping didn’t give them any more time to react.
He took a step.
This step seemed slow, but when he fell, the person had already appeared in the middle of the crowd.