novelaction Chapter 190 Unfulfilled Ambition
Chapter 190 Unfulfilled Ambition
"Your Majesty, don't be anxious. We still don't know what kind of crisis is hidden in this blood pool. We must not act rashly. Let's observe the situation first and then make a decision. Besides, Chen Ping can act as a pathfinder. How can he consume all the energy in this huge blood pool by himself?" The old man advised solemnly.
After hearing this, the emperor nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with the old man's opinion.
At this moment, Chen Ping was in a pool full of blood.
At first, he didn't notice anything unusual.
Not only that, as time went on, he felt his body becoming more and more comfortable, as if every cell was immersed in an indescribable pleasure.
This wonderful feeling made Chen Ping gradually intoxicated and unable to extricate himself, and his eyes began to become blurred and unreal.
Countless strange images flashed before his eyes like a movie, making him dizzy and overwhelmed.
However, these images seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand. Suddenly, they all stopped flickering and finally froze on a certain scene.
In the image, a group of people in uniform were kneeling on one knee. Their expressions were solemn and resolute as they shouted in unison, "Long live the Sect Master! We swear allegiance to the Sect until death. Even if the road ahead is rough and difficult, we will do our utmost to crush the Demon Realm and avenge the Sect Master."
The deafening shout resounded through the sky and echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.
"Hahahahahahahaha", a hearty and heroic laughter resounded through the heaven and earth. Chen Ping stood steadily on the high platform, overlooking the dense crowd below. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, exuding unparalleled majesty and domineering.
At this moment, Chen Ping's eyes were flashing with a fiery light, as if it could ignite the whole world.
"Okay, let's massacre the demons together today and make them disappear from this continent forever." Chen Ping's voice was like a loud bell, deafening. His words exploded in the air like thunder, stirring up the burning fighting spirit in everyone's hearts.
Before he finished speaking, Chen Ping flashed forward like a bolt of lightning. Many of his men followed closely behind him, like a surging torrent, advancing unstoppably towards the Demon Realm.
The demon world was dark and gloomy, filled with demonic energy. However, facing the aggressive Chen Ping and his group, the demons showed no fear and drew their weapons, ready to meet the enemy.
Chen Ping held a massive, gleaming sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a chilling coldness in the sunlight. With a furious roar, he charged into the enemy ranks, brandishing the sword with ferocious force. Every strike brought a trail of blood and screams.
The demon dragon in the demon world was not to be outdone, it spread its huge wings and spewed out blazing flames in an attempt to stop the attack of Chen Ping and his companions. However, Chen Ping was agile and easily dodged the attack of the demon dragon. He took advantage of the situation and jumped up, jumped onto the demon dragon's back, and stabbed the giant sword in his hand into the demon dragon's neck.
The dragon roared in pain and struggled desperately, but ultimately could not escape Chen Ping's fatal blow. With the loud bang of the dragon falling to the ground, the morale of the people in the demon world collapsed instantly.
Chen Ping mercilessly pursued those who had humiliated him. Seeing them begging in fear and utter despair before him, he felt no pity in his heart, only the pleasure of revenge.
After a fierce battle, the Demon Realm completely fell, with corpses scattered all over the ground and blood flowing like a river. Chen Ping stood proudly on this bloody battlefield, his clothes stained red with blood, but his eyes remained cold and determined.
Then, the scene changed and returned to the world of cultivating immortals.
Chen Ping led his men to advance rapidly. No matter whether it was the Sword Sect, which was famous for its swordsmanship, or the Xiaoyun Sect, which possessed countless magical weapons, or other powerful sects, they could not withstand their fierce offensive.
In fierce battles, Chen Ping used his extraordinary strength and outstanding fighting skills to perform amazing tricks at critical moments and defeat his opponents in one fell swoop.
In this way, Chen Ping led his men to conquer each sect one by one, and his reputation spread far and wide. In the end, they successfully reached the legendary spiritual land and became the undisputed strongest on this continent.
At this moment, Chen Ping stood at the summit of the sacred land, gazing into the distance, his heart surging with endless ambition and lofty sentiments. He knew that from now on, no one would dare to look down on him; he was the only one in the world who could reign supreme.
Suddenly, Chen Ping felt a piercing pain in his heart. It felt like thousands of needles piercing his body simultaneously, instantly spreading throughout his body. Then, an unbearable burning sensation surged from within, as if he were engulfed in blazing flames.
"No... Impossible. I've already stood at the top of this world, unrivaled. How could I possibly be in such pain? Who is it? Who wants to murder me?"
Chen Ping's heart was filled with shock and confusion. He couldn't understand why he had inexplicably suffered such torture.
As the pain intensified, Chen Ping could no longer suppress the fear and despair in his heart, and he couldn't help but let out a series of extremely shrill screams, "Ahhhhhhhhhh——"
The screams resounded through the sky, echoing over the entire pool of blood, making people shudder.
At this moment, Chen Ping was trapped in a pool of blood, which was constantly bubbling and emitting a pungent, fishy odor. He struggled desperately, twisting his body, but it was like being stuck in a quagmire. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank. Gradually, his consciousness began to blur, and the scene before him became increasingly unreal and hazy.
However, at this moment, Chen Ping suddenly came to his senses and regained his consciousness. He stared straight ahead with his eyes wide open, which had turned red with anger.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind - he must not die like this.
Because he still has unfulfilled ambitions waiting to be realized, and those who once opposed him and hindered his progress are still living freely. If he falls now, all his efforts will be wasted.
Thinking of this, Chen Ping once again used all his strength to struggle. But no matter how hard he tried, it was ultimately futile. As time went by, his strength gradually depleted, and his body became increasingly weak and powerless.
Finally, at the last moment, Chen Ping's figure slowly disappeared in the pool of blood, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating without a trace, without even leaving a trace.