CLANG!
Tian Ping's Zhen energy sword intercepted the cloaked man's strike, the force of the impact sending a sharp vibration through the air. The girl slowly opened her eyes, barely believing what she saw—a young man with beautiful white hair and a muscular frame, covered in battle scars. It was Tian Ping.
“I told myself I wouldn't intervene," Tian Ping muttered under his breath, his tone more amused than annoyed.
"Who the hell are you?" the cloaked man shouted, still pressing his sword against Tian Ping's blade. "Leave now, or you'll regret it!"
Unfazed, Tian Ping simply smirked, his eyes narrowing with cold determination. "Nice sword you have there," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You don’t mind if I take it, do you?"
"Listen here, yo—"
Before the words could leave his mouth, Tian Ping's left hand formed a second Zhen blade in the blink of an eye. With a swift, motion, he severed the cloaked man's arm, the severed limb falling to the ground with a thud.
BOOM!!
. Tian Ping's gaze locked onto the falling weapon, his movements a blur. He reached out, snatching the blade from mid-air with a fluid, practiced grace.
He turned his cold, golden eyes toward the remaining three cloaked men, the severed blade now in his grip, still dripping with blood. His voice was calm, yet filled with a chilling menace. "Who's next?"
The forest seemed to hold its breath, the very air charged with tension, as the remaining men hesitated, their courage wavering under Tian Ping's icy stare.
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