doitstory Chapter 558 - 179: Father, Son, and Husband Reunited; The Whole Family Enters Cloud Mountain
Chapter 558 - 179: Father, Son, and Husband Reunited; The Whole Family Enters Cloud Mountain
When it divided into thirty-four, these clones seemed to have reached their limit.
Thirty-four Li Ping’ans soared into the sky, casting mottled shadows beneath the setting sun.
Li Yuan looked at these shadows, feeling a bit strange inside.
This technique stemming from his son’s "Innate Shadow Blood," he still couldn’t fully understand.
However, it didn’t matter if he didn’t understand it.
After all, his son was no match for him.
He glanced at his son’s stats, which read "3010~7880."
With such stats, coupled with a spiritual artifact forged by him, he would be the foremost below the fourth grade.
Thinking that his son had already reached the same realm as him, Li Yuan felt a sense of awe.
He glanced at his own stats again, which were only "4530~69496."
When he was initially at the fifth grade, his stats were just "2600."
This "2600" was no match for his son’s "3010."
A genius is truly a genius.
Li Yuan silently praised, feeling that his son had already surpassed him.
As his thoughts turned, the thirty-four Li Ping’ans in midair started to spin.
As they spun, it wasn’t just Li Ping’an spinning, but also their swords.
The sky was filled with Li Ping’an wielding swords, forming a vortex of blades, descending to the ground in an instant.
Even before descent, a great windstorm erupted, the land as if suffering a decade-long drought, revealing all its cracks.
Stones crumbled, earth split, even light was obstructed by this vortex of sword light, leaving Li Yuan bathed in shadow.
Li Yuan raised a Phoenix Tree Branch, without making any dramatic moves.
His branch was so tranquil, it hardly seemed like a sword skill at all.
Yet this branch directly pointed at the most fierce and violent center of that vortex of sword light.
Boom!!!
The vast sword array across the sky was easily shattered with a gentle prod of that single branch.
The violent air currents wreaked havoc, shredding the surrounding trees and rocks to pieces.
Li Ping’an didn’t understand.
After all, he was still far from that branch, otherwise... he would’ve seen an ocean.
The gentle rise and fall of the tranquil sword Qi formed an ocean.
His sword array was merely a river.
How could a river’s flow withstand the tsunami of the deep sea?
Seeing his sword Qi broken, Li Ping’an didn’t flee because he knew... there was no escape.
His figure left behind afterimages, and in a flash, he was in front of the man in black, raising a sword that accelerated abruptly.
Yet as the sword light flickered, this strike didn’t seem like a strike, but like many blades...
Li Yuan’s Phoenix Tree Branch tapped once.
The illusion of numerous blades vanished.
A strike is just one strike.
Li Ping’an began moving, he cut while running.
Blades were everywhere, surrounding the man in black.
It was as if this man in black was in a forest, enduring the swaying of countless willow branches.
From all directions were willow branches, hence from all directions were blades.
The power of blood and Qi within the blades surged fiercely, weaving into a net of blood and Qi.
This net restrained the enemy within, making any countermeasures half a step slower.
Li Yuan sensed this restraint, nodding silently, yet with the blood circulating within him, the bindings of blood Qi were easily burned away, then a sword was swung.
With the swing of the sword, Li Ping’an exploded, but this explosion was just one of his clones, his true self retreated rapidly, leaving afterimages before landing over ten feet away, his posture slightly crouched, watching the man in black warily.
However, as he retreated, he retreated, Li Yuan didn’t pursue, merely hooked his left hand again.
Li Ping’an’s eyes were excited, like a beast, roaring in question: "Who are you?"
Li Yuan replied in a hoarse voice: "Your father."
Li Ping’an was taken aback, his excitement replaced entirely by a murderous aura.
He gave no reply, only returned his sword to its scabbard.
Then, fixing his gaze on Li Yuan, he unsheathed his blade again.
With this unsheathing, numerous Li Ping’ans sprang forth.
These Li Ping’ans charged forward like flashes of electricity, akin to every Li Ping’an captured within a second by a faster camera, frozen in fixed space-time in continuous yet different poses.
In other words, facing such an attack would require dealing with the compounded strike of dozens of Li Ping’ans in an instant.
This was different from the airborne sword array.
The thirty-four Li Ping’ans in the air were indeed just thirty-four Li Ping’ans.
But at this moment, the thirty-four Ping’ans became one Li Ping’an.
In other words, though Li Ping’an only exhibited the "7880" combat power, he had already pushed it to the extreme.
He was enraged.
Yet, even in fury, it was still ineffective.
Li Yuan calmly raised the Phoenix Tree Branch, becoming an insurmountable mountain.
One Li Ping’an after another exploded before the Phoenix Tree Branch, dissipating.
Li Ping’an was unconvinced, continuing to strike.
Li Yuan merely lifted the branch, breaking his strongest sword technique, yawning in the process.
Li Ping’an finally ceased his actions; he understood...
"I lost.
Your strength far surpasses mine now.
I presume you’re the one who’s been watching over me all these years."
Li Ping’an said coolly, "But... though you’re strong, why mock my deceased father?
If only my cultivation time were longer, you wouldn’t be my match."
He raised his head proudly; even in defeat, his arrogance was undiminished.
Li Yuan removed his mask, speaking in his normal voice: "Crybaby, I really am your father."
Li Ping’an snorted coldly, but his eyes couldn’t help but look over.
At this glance, he fell silent.
He wanted to say, "You must be wearing Yin Makeup, don’t think I don’t know," but after thinking, he realized "at this level, there’s no need for Yin Makeup."
Yet, the world has all sorts of Evil Ghost Tools.