Chapter 30: Who Dares Harm My Son?

Chapter 30: Who Dares Harm My Son?

"Take good care of my cousin."

Chen Ping'an patted Hong Yun on the shoulder, then suddenly soared into the air, transforming into a streak of blood-colored sword light that vanished into the horizon in an instant.

"Only at the God-Void Realm, and the Ancestor's treasures aren't even ready yet..." Xia Xiaoliang muttered while eating a bun, her heart filled with worry.

Hong Yun was stunned. She had originally thought that "Brother Chong" was merely a frail cultivator at the Golden Body Realm; she never expected him to suddenly transform into an expert at the peak of the tenth level of the God-Void Realm.

After a long moment of shock, Hong Yun linked her arm with Xia Xiaoliang's and said with an enthusiastic smile, "Cousin, let's go back to the inn to rest."

"Oh, alright." Xia Xiaoliang forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace. Playing the role of this "cousin" was agonizing. However, since the Ancestor hadn't spoken, she couldn't reveal the truth. She could only eat more buns to suppress the unease in her heart.

...

Boom! Boom!

Deep within Moon-Fall Mountain, earth-shaking sounds erupted. The aftermath of the battle between two Great Demons of the Void-Spirit Realm was terrifying, leaving the land within a radius of hundreds of miles devastated.

"Beautiful lady, if we keep fighting like this, we'll both end up hurt!" The Poison Dragon Prince shouted, trying to justify himself while fighting. "I am a member of the noble Dragon Clan. In terms of status and strength, how could I not be a match for your Ghost Butterfly clan?"

"Not interested." The beauty in the multicolored long dress remained cold, her slender hands unleashing wave after wave of ruthless attacks.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Countless rays of colored light wove through the void, vanishing and reappearing like ghosts. The attacks were incredibly bizarre, putting immense pressure on the Poison Dragon Prince. Fortunately, the Prince had thick skin and strong defenses, allowing him to endure the strikes. Though the battle was fierce, they had not yet reached a life-or-death struggle, so neither had revealed their true form.

A streak of red light whistled toward them, and Chen Ping'an descended on his sword light.

"Beauty, let me lend you a hand!" Chen Ping'an shouted, charging forward with his sword.

A thick red beam of sword energy, carrying a staggering intent of slaughter, landed before the Poison Dragon Prince in the blink of an eye. The Prince felt his blood boil, as if it were about to burst through his skin. Terrified, he quickly pulled out a massive black hammer and swung it with all his might.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, both were sent flying backward.

"Peak of the tenth level of the God-Void Realm? How are you so powerful?" The Poison Dragon Prince was horrified. This human cultivator who had suddenly intervened placed immense pressure on him, both with his physical strength and that strange blood-colored sword.

The next moment, his eyes widened, staring at Chen Ping'an in disbelief. How could this be? How could there be someone in this world who looked so similar? The handsome young man before him looked exactly like the figure in the ancient painting hanging in his mother's chamber—every expression and temperament was identical, as if cast from the same mold. The Poison Dragon Prince was suddenly thrown into a panic.

"Many thanks for your help, young master." The beauty in the multicolored dress bowed shyly, her gaze flickering, her face flushing hot.

Seeing this expression, the veteran "player" Chen Ping'an felt a jolt in his heart and immediately understood. It seemed this young lady had also been captivated by his peerless beauty. Having lived for over ten thousand years, Chen Ping'an was experienced and calm. He looked at the green-robed man opposite him and said solemnly, "Let's work together to finish off this Poison Dragon Prince first!"

In truth, he could handle it alone, but Chen Ping'an didn't want to be too conspicuous, so he decided to join forces with the Ghost Butterfly to end the fight.

"Very well, young master." The beauty in the multicolored dress smiled shyly.

In the void, multicolored streams of light shifted and intertwined into a massive net, covering the sky as they descended. Chen Ping'an swung his Blood-Devouring Demon Sword, executing the Qingyun Sect's sword technique.

"The Qingyun Sect's sword technique?" Caught in a pincer attack by two powerful experts, the Poison Dragon Prince was in a miserable state, but he recognized the sword style at a glance.

"You recognize the Qingyun Sect's sword technique?" Chen Ping'an's face darkened. He hadn't expected his background to be exposed here in You Province. If he didn't kill the Poison Dragon Prince today, the fellow might seek revenge on the disciples of the Qingyun Sect later.

Swish! Swish!

His sword moves flowed like a tide, raining dense attacks upon his foe. Unable to withstand the two experts, the Poison Dragon Prince was soon covered in wounds.

"Mother, help me!" The Poison Dragon Prince slapped his forehead, and a streak of blood-red light shot out, vanishing into the depths of Moon-Fall Mountain.

"Calling for reinforcements?" Chen Ping'an sneered. The Poison Dragon Prince was already at the Void-Spirit Realm; if his mother appeared, he and the beauty in the multicolored dress might not be able to hold their own. At that point, he would have no choice but to activate a Transcendence Realm experience card.

"Who dares harm my son!" A woman's cold shout echoed through the void!

Whoosh!

A violent gale rose, and dark clouds billowed in the sky, condensing into a massive dark green hand that descended like a mountain range.

A terrifying aura instantly suppressed everything within a hundred-mile radius.

"This is the Transcendence Realm..." The beauty in the multicolored dress turned pale, her tall, delicate frame trembling. She never imagined that the Poison Dragon Prince's mother would be a powerhouse of the Transcendence Realm. She knew all too well how terrifying a Dragon Clan member at the Transcendence Realm could be.

Chen Ping'an's expression shifted slightly, and he began to prepare himself in secret.

"Young master, run!" The beauty in the multicolored dress suddenly moved to block Chen Ping'an, spreading her arms as she let out a hysterical cry.

Swoosh! Countless streams of colored light converged before her, forming a massive multicolored wall. At the same time, a multicolored void opened up in the space behind Chen Ping'an. In this life-or-death crisis, the beauty had used her innate soul-bound ability. Under the pressure of a Transcendence Realm expert, the cost of using such an ability was immense; as soon as the void appeared, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Little butterfly, why go to such lengths..." Seeing all that the Ghost Butterfly had done for him, Chen Ping'an was deeply moved. He sighed softly, preparing to trigger his Transcendence Realm experience card.

"Benefactor, is it you?" The dark green hand hanging in mid-air suddenly stopped, and a voice filled with surprise drifted down from the depths of the clouds.

Benefactor? Chen Ping'an paused. He was so handsome; whenever a beautiful woman appeared, shouldn't they be calling him "husband"?

The green hand transformed into the hazy figure of a woman.

"Benefactor is here; please accept my bow!" The green woman's projection landed before Chen Ping'an and bowed deeply.

The Poison Dragon Prince's breath hitched, his expression growing strange. It was over. He had actually fought his mother's benefactor. He was definitely going to get a beating when he got home.

Benefactor? The beauty in the multicolored dress looked at Chen Ping'an and the green woman's projection in astonishment, unable to make sense of the relationship. The Poison Dragon Prince's mother was, logically, quite old. How did she know "Brother Chong"?

"Do I know you?" Chen Ping'an stroked his chin, his face feeling a bit awkward.