After descending the mountain, my aloof fiancée became completely devoted to me.

His raised body crashed heavily to the ground, his evil aura dissipated rapidly, and his cultivation was completely destroyed.

In a mere instant, the outcome was decided!

Mo Qi, who had been barking wildly and threatening to die with everyone else, was instantly reduced to a cripple, collapsing to the ground, barely breathing.

The extreme contrast is both glaring and cathartic!

A knowing glint flashed in Zhu Xiaohan's eyes. Sure enough, the man had been toying with his opponent from beginning to end, and all his feigned weakness was just an act.

Aru's eyes shone even brighter; this overwhelming strength had completely crushed the last remnants of the counterattack!

Lin Ping slowly stepped forward, looking down at Mo Qi, who was slumped on the ground, his face filled with despair. His voice was indifferent and cold:

"Go back and tell your master."

"You don't need to wait for me to come over in three days."

"I will keep the appointment in person."

"He wanted to play a game of fate, so I completely overturned his chessboard."

"He wanted to possess another body as a sacrifice, so I shattered his essence and destroyed his soul."

Mo Qi lay on the ground, spitting out black blood, staring at the unfathomable man before him with eyes full of fear.

At this moment, he finally understood that all their calculations and schemes, from the treasure hunt in Tianshan to the struggle for the ley lines in the Southern Frontier, were a joke from beginning to end in Lin Ping's eyes!

Playing dumb to outmaneuver the enemy, patiently plotting and scheming, ultimately crushing the entire situation!

Their supposedly invincible killing scheme was nothing more than a pastime for the other side, who were just playing along with them when they had nothing better to do!

Lin Ping ignored him completely, letting him linger on, and turned to look at the three women.

"Defend the village well, and within three days, there will be no more troublemakers in the southern borderlands."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved, transforming into an ordinary afterimage, and instantly darted out of the window, disappearing into the deep night.

As night deepened, deep within the earth's veins in southern Xinjiang, undercurrents surged and deadly intent lurked.

After three days of building up strength, the full moon will mark the final moment.

The ultimate trap set by the mysterious mastermind, a deadly scheme involving possession, has brought chaos and evil spirits to the entire city, seemingly with no solution.

But no one knew that the moment Lin Ping stepped out of the manor, a faint glint appeared in his eyes.

Deep within his soul, an ancient secret seal that had been dormant for a long time quietly revived.

The so-called inexplicable evil origin that coexists with blood and merges with the soul, the so-called destiny of the full moon and the great trend of the heavens, have been under his control from the very beginning.

The full moon three days later is never the villain's decisive moment.

The night wind was sharp as a blade, sweeping across the entire Wutong Manor.

Lin Ping's figure swept into the deep night, without activating any earth-shattering spiritual power. His movements were ordinary and unremarkable, like an ordinary night traveler, silently blending into the dark mountains and forests of southern Xinjiang.

However, if a top expert were present, they would be shocked to discover that all the wandering and drifting Yin energy of the earth veins within a hundred feet around him were isolated, crushed, and dissolved by an invisible force.

As they hurried along, a chilling wind swept through the deep forest, and black mist swirled around them.

The Southern Frontier's geological veins have undergone several major battles and have been stirred up by Mo Qi's evil power. The accumulated yin and evil aura underground is so dense that it cannot be dissolved. If an ordinary martial artist steps into this place, he will be invaded by the yin evil within half an hour, his meridians will rot and his soul will be disordered.

Lin Ping walked with ease, shattering the black mist on the ground, heading straight for the core fissure of the earth's veins.

Just as he ventured a hundred miles into the mountains and forests, three figures hidden in the dense woods suddenly moved.

Three dark figures formed a triangle, blocking the way. They were surrounded by an ancient and sinister power that was even more refined and pure than that of Mo Qi. Their auras were cold and chilling, and each of them had reached the level of a half-step grandmaster.

The elderly man in black robes at the head of the group stepped forward slowly, his withered hands behind his back, his cloudy eyes fixed on Lin Ping, and his voice hoarse and grating: "Mr. Lin, you are indeed courageous. Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, you still choose to walk into the tiger's den."

Two black-clad assassins stepped forward simultaneously, their malevolent aura surging, locking down all of Lin Ping's escape routes.

"Our master had already anticipated that you would come to wipe out the remaining rebels, and specifically ordered the three of us to wait here." The old man in black robes sneered. "Mo Qi was reckless and arrogant, and he threw his life away in vain. However, he did help us to test out some of your true strength."

Lin Ping didn't stop walking, his expression calm. He glanced at the three men and said indifferently, "Hiding in the shadows, you dare to talk about your secrets?"

"Arrogant!"

The assassin on the left roared and suddenly burst out. His dark palm wind was wrapped with dense evil energy from the earth veins. The palm print was as black as ink and carried a poisonous power that corroded the soul. It struck Lin Ping's chest directly!

This palm strike, imbued with the malevolent energy of the earth's veins, targets the vital points of the human body. If an ordinary grandmaster were struck by it, his cultivation would be instantly destroyed and his body would decay.

As the palm strike approached, Lin Ping slightly shifted his body to the side.

Without any fancy moves, he simply turned to the side and easily dodged a fatal blow.

The next second, he reached out with such speed that he was just a blur, and precisely grabbed the other person's wrist.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking suddenly rang out.

The wrist of the half-step Grandmaster assassin twisted and broke instantly, and the dark evil energy dissipated.

"ah!!"

Just as the piercing scream began, Lin Ping slightly tightened his fingers.

With another crisp sound, the meridians in the assassin's entire arm shattered, and his cultivation was instantly destroyed.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Lin Ping sent his hundreds-of-pounds body flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the rocks. He coughed up black blood and completely lost his fighting ability.

The whole process took only a moment.

The pupils of the remaining two people suddenly contracted, their faces filled with shock.

This assassin's strength was no weaker than Mo Qi's at his peak; he couldn't even withstand a single move from Lin Ping!

"As expected of someone who suppressed cities and swept through the southern borders, you do possess some real skill." The black-robed elder's face was cold, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes. "But do you think this is the end?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly formed hand seals.

Deep underground, countless dark and malevolent energies surged out wildly, converging into five ferocious and malevolent claws that tore through the air and locked Lin Ping in place from all directions!

"The Five Earthly Fiends Lock Formation! Let's see how you break this!"

The assassin on the right seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack, drawing his evil blade with a chilling glint, aiming for Lin Ping's vital point in the back!

A pincer attack from both sides, a dead end is instantly formed!

A fierce wind howled through the mountains and forests, carrying a terrifying aura, as two deadly attacks simultaneously descended upon Lin Ping.

The heavily wounded assassin, lying on the ground in the distance, stared intently at the battlefield, his eyes filled with a frantic expectation. He couldn't believe that anyone could withstand this sure-death attack from both sides.

But Lin Ping's expression remained unchanged throughout, showing no sign of panic.

He lightly stepped forward, remaining motionless, and a faint golden light suddenly emanated from his body.

The aura, though seemingly faint, carries an unparalleled pressure that suppresses all things.

boom!!

The moment the five evil claws touched the spiritual light, they instantly exploded and disintegrated, and the countless evil spirits vanished into nothingness.

The evil blade aimed at his back was abruptly halted in mid-air, just three inches from his body, unable to advance even an inch further.

The assassin on the right widened his eyes, exerting all his strength to activate his cultivation, his veins bulging, but he couldn't budge it in the slightest.

"How is that possible?!"

He screamed in disbelief.

Lin Ping spoke calmly: "A frog at the bottom of a well, how can it know the world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingertips lightly.

Boo!

A soft sound.

An invisible force pierced through the evil blade, reaching straight to the assassin's brow.