Chapter 497: The Sword God I (2/2)

The Revenants were blown away.

”That's not the Blood Seeking Sword — he's not the All-Father.” The Revenants came to this decision soon after seeing the Twilight Sword and quickly, the Seven Holy Kings dispersed.

”Blegh!” Wang Ling vomited another ten litters of blood. He would go after them if he could, but, that was impossible at the moment.

”Do-doctor!?” Tang Ai shouted!

The healing of the Phoenix Lineage was not enough for Wang Ling to continue anymore, [I need the Holy Race lineage, but if I do that then they'll see my golden haloes.]

Only one in this Universe has genuine golden haloes and that was Wang Ling. The Holy Race all have white haloes except for the Holy Emperor and Holy God.

But Wang Ling had yet to reach eleven haloes much less twelve so calling for the Holy Race lineage would only put him at a disadvantage. Wang Ling looked around and saw the other Heads also struggling to keep up.

The fight was being controlled by the Revenants, [So this is what I can do when I clone myself? How truly infuriating.] Wang Ling did not like seeing him being beaten by himself.

The tide of the battle was not in their favor. The Sword God was injured, and the rest of the Heads were being pushed back due to the overwhelming number and coordination of the Revenants.

Even Kareem was having a hard time as he was naturally unable to show his full strength against the Revenants.

[We're being beaten… we need something to turn the tide.] Wang Ling looked at Chang Ping, 'Chang Ping… I'll allow it.'

'Wait, I thought I still wasn't ready?'

'The situation has changed. If you don't use it know you will either succumb to a surprise attack or those wounds… you will die... we will all die. Use it and fight… I'll deal with the repercussion. Just give Renhuo and Butler Sun enough breathing room.'

Chang Ping underneath her mask smiled broadly, she looked slowly took off her mask, she knew what Wang Ling wanted her to do. The power he gave her was not just the killing intent of the Blood Seeking Sword, but something much, much greater.

'Chang Ping, take off your mask, you shouldn't limit your filled vision. You will be devoured by its power if you do.'

'Yes, Master.'

The mask of the Sword God came off, and in that moment, when the mask hit the ground and Chang Ping stood before Wang Ling to protect him, she smiled, then giggled, before cackling madly.

'Unleash the piled up killing intent, do not be afraid, let it consume everything and everyone… go and wreak havoc as much as you want.'

'Of course.'

'My disciple, show me a True Slaughter.'

'I will.'

At this time, Chang Ping's qi had been restored up till Rank-9, Heaven and Hell Harmony. But that was far from her true powers, and on her chest.

Blue light illuminated her body, and then the entire plateau. When this happened, Kareem and the Deities looked at her with widened eyes.

”Tha-that's…” Yuan Qing and Yuan Ming, for the first, were tongue-tied, ”He seriously gave something like that to her?”

Chang Ping's wounds were being healed so quickly that in a brief moment the wounds all over her body was no more.

As Chang Ping called upon the strongest power she had ever felt, the limitations of the Abyssal Poison were pushed back, allowing her to reach the peak of her power. While the killing intent polluted her mind, and the blue light kept her sanity in check Chang Ping reveled in the power bestowed upon her by Wang Ling.

She had activated the Essence of Origin.