Chapter 917: Nine Shadow Clones

making Ji Ruoxue's face blush all the way to her neck."Master Chen, please don't misunderstand. I did say that whoever saved our Red Lotus Palace, I would sleep with him. However, Xiang Chong hasn't...Watanabe Ichiro's face grew serious, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword. The moment he grasped it, a shift occurred in his aura.

"It seems you are not at the Grandmaster level after all. At such a young age, you already know how to hide your strength and possess such deep cunning. Seeing this today, I cannot let you live."

After Watanabe Ichiro finished speaking, he held his sword in both hands and slashed at Chen Ping with a downward stroke.

The sharp sword qi mixed with the sound of breaking air, Chen Ping hastily raised his Zhanlong Sword to block.

Another crisp sound rang out, and Watanabe Ichiro's sword was blocked.

As the attack missed, Watanabe Ichiro's sword flashed and he moved with it, transforming into a torrent of sword light that swept towards Chen Ping.

In a mere few seconds, Watanabe Ichiro had already launched over a dozen sword strikes towards Chen Ping. Each strike was accompanied by a sharp wave of sword energy, enveloping Chen Ping's entire body.

Chen Ping's Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand constantly swung, blocking Watanabe Ichiro's attack. The sound of metal clashing kept ringing out.

Seeing Chen Ping only able to parry, Watanabe Ichiro's mouth curved into a smile.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Chen Ping roared, and the flames on Zhan Long Sword erupted, causing the entire void to tremble.

Shattering Watanabe Ichiro's kenki, Chen Ping slashed forward with his sword. Spiritual energy from within his dantian surged into the Zhulong Sword, igniting it with a fiery heat that bathed half the sky in crimson.

Ichiro Watanabe, seeing this, hastily raised the sword in his hand to block, but only heard a sound like a great gong resounding.

Watanabe Ichiro only felt the immense force of Mount Tai crashing into his body, while his feet sank deep into the ring.

The hard granite platform, at this moment, had Watanabe Ichiro's feet sunk in half a meter deep.

Watanabe Ichiro's eyes were filled with shock. He never expected Chen Ping's power to be so great. The sword strike Chen Ping just unleashed contained enough power to probably destroy a small mountain.

If it wasn't for Ichiro Watanabe's profound cultivation, if this were an ordinary martial arts expert, this sword strike would have surely split him in half long ago.

"Kid, you're really something. At such a young age, you've already forced me to use my ultimate technique..."

After Watanabe Ichiro finished speaking, his figure shook slightly.

Then, Watanabe Ichiro's body began to split apart, one, two, three...

Finally, four identical Watanabe Ichiros, each wielding a sword, surrounded Chen Ping.

"Only four Isn't this the Nine Shadows Sword Technique Why not just materialize them all at once, it'll save us some trouble..."

Chen Ping, facing four identical Watanabe Ichirou, said lightly.

"Hmph, is it so easy to cultivate a Nine-Shadow Clone I've been practicing for decades, only just reaching the fourth shadow. But even that is enough to kill you..."

Watanabe Ichiro snorted coldly.

The voice came from all around, as if spoken simultaneously by four Watanabe Ichiros. Chen Ping couldn't tell which one was the real Watanabe Ichiro.

"Since you are so confident, why not taste my clone's power..."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, the Zhulong Sword in his hand suddenly vanished. In its place, two faint blue flames began to flicker within his palm.

Chen Ping flicked his finger, and streaks of blue flames fell around him, starting to burn.

Flames surrounded Chen Ping and Watanabe Ichiro, and in the center of the blaze, a brilliant light flickered. The intense glare obscured the view of what lay within the heart of the flames for everyone below.

Ichiro Watanabe frowned slightly, then drew his sword and lunged at Chen Ping. Four identical Ichiro Watanabes attacked Chen Ping from all directions, sealing off all escape routes. Chen Ping was now completely cornered; he could only choose one direction to block, but if he chose wrong, he would be utterly defeated.ountry was still alive, but he was consumed by deep remorse. Thus, he sat all day beside the corpses of his 100,000 soldiers, performing rituals to posthumously liberate them.These soldiers' souls, un...