Dragon King Order

As time went by, the battle between the two became more intense, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy surged like waves, covering the entire mountain.

The surrounding soldiers retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected by this force.

Finally, after a fierce collision, the two flew out at the same time, fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and were obviously seriously injured. Their bodies slid on the ground for a distance before they barely stopped.

Xing Daorong struggled to get up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still firm.

Xing Daorong sneered: "Qiu Wanqing, you are ruthless today, but we didn't win! This battle is just a temporary draw."

Qiu Wanqing also stood up shakily, his face was as pale as paper, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, but he still forced a smile and said: "Humph, same here, this fight is fun! But the matter of the fairy stone vein will never stop! The competition between us has just begun!"

The two looked at each other, with deep anger in each other's eyes.

They knew that although this battle was over, the real competition had just begun, and the grievances between them could not be resolved in this battle.

Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers came forward and helped their respective generals up. Hundreds of soldiers on both sides also looked at each other with hostility, and the entire mountaintop was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

Xing Daorong and Qiu Wanqing both retreated, they were going to let their soldiers start fighting!

After all, neither of them could give up the fairy stone vein. Since they had a draw, let the soldiers fight to see who was better!

Just when the soldiers on both sides were on the verge of a fight and the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost frozen, a cold and firm voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence for a moment.

"Wait!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Chen Ping had appeared at some point. His face was calm, but his eyes revealed a determination that should not be underestimated.

He walked straight to the front line of the confrontation between the two armies, staring directly at Qiu Wanqing, his tone calm but resounding.

"Qiu Wanqing, I killed both of your sons."

As soon as these words came out, it was like thunder in the plain, shocking everyone present.

Qiu Wanqing's eyes turned red in an instant, staring at Chen Ping angrily, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"What did you say? Did you kill my son?"

Qiu Wanqing's voice became hoarse due to anger, and the murderous aura on his body suddenly surged, and the air around him seemed to be distorted by this anger.

Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he answered calmly: "Yes, it was me. He tried to rob the fairy stone mine, and he brought this upon himself."

Qiu Wanqing laughed in anger, and scanned Chen Ping's body. He found that Chen Ping was only a first-grade Mahayana cultivator, and his anger in his heart became even greater.

"You are only a first-grade Mahayana cultivator, and you dare to speak nonsense in front of me? Today, I will use your blood to sacrifice my son's spirit in heaven!"

As he said this, Qiu Wanqing's figure swayed, and he was about to pounce on Chen Ping.

However, at this moment, Xing Daorong stepped forward and blocked Chen Ping.

"Qiu Wanqing, if you want to touch him, you must get past me first!"

Xing Daorong's voice was filled with unquestionable determination, and the spear in his hand had been quietly clenched, ready to deal with the upcoming battle.

However, Chen Ping smiled at General Xing and said, "General Xing, I appreciate your kindness, but I still have confidence in dealing with an injured eighth-grade Mahayana cultivator."

Xing Daorong was slightly stunned when he heard this, then nodded and stepped aside.

He knew that Chen Ping was a man of hidden talents, and since Chen Ping was so confident, he naturally didn't need to say more.

Seeing this, Qiu Wanqing was even more furious.

"Okay, okay, okay! Today, let me see what methods you, a first-grade Mahayana cultivator, have!"

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Wanqing had already rushed towards Chen Ping like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, with raging anger and murderous intent.