CHAPTER 832: CHAPTER 832: TAKING THEM BY SURPRISE

Inside the room of the villa, Liu Ping was venting his animal desires on a female cultivator, cursing under his breath with a furious expression.

"Bitch, damn bitch, when I catch you, I’ll make your life worse than death!"

It was clear he was taking out his anger on the female cultivator beneath him, treating her as if she were Qing Yao.

No one dared to interrupt Liu Ping at this moment; not to mention his identity as a seventh-rank alchemist, his background as the grandson of a Nascent Soul cultivator was enough to deter anyone.

Liu Ping’s hands clamped onto the female cultivator’s throat, tightening his grip with increasing ferocity, his expression turning more cruel. The woman he held began to suffocate, her neck nearly breaking.

But the women standing nearby dared not speak up or stop him. They were well aware of Liu Ping’s brutality, as each time resulted in several deaths.

They could only hope that the dead wouldn’t include themselves.

At the very moment the female cultivator on the bed was about to suffocate, a golden light suddenly flared in the room. With a crash, the roof broke open, and a golden tiger shadow fell fiercely.

Dragon Tiger Mountain Seal!

Having hidden for so long, Chen Nan finally struck, choosing a perfect moment when Liu Ping was utterly unguarded.

Even the people from the workshop hadn’t posted guards nearby, as in their view, who would dare provoke the grandson of a Nascent Soul cultivator? Who had such a death wish?

The golden tiger shadow smashed through the roof, shredding the curtains, and under Liu Ping’s terrified gaze, it descended mercilessly.

But just before the tiger shadow could tear Liu Ping apart, a crimson halo suddenly appeared around him, like an eggshell.

The tiger shadow struck the crimson light and instantly dissipated without a trace.

"Oh?"

A puzzled voice came from the rooftop. Chen Nan was disguised, peering down through the roof’s gap.

Though mentally prepared, knowing the grandson of a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t be so easily killed, the moment the crimson glow appeared, his heart skipped a beat.

When Liu Ping was attacked, he was caught unawares, finally waking up, and pulled out an ancient jade worn around his neck.

"Ha ha, trying to kill me? With this ultimate protective treasure from my grandfather, no one can kill me!"

The female cultivators in the room screamed as they ran out, even the one almost choked to death on the bed took the chance to escape.

Chen Nan’s expression was grim, ignoring the fleeing women, focusing intently on Liu Ping.

If he missed this chance, Liu Ping would be on guard next time, making it even harder to kill him.

"No, he must die today!"

Having already made his move, Chen Nan had few choices left. He had to eliminate Liu Ping before the other cultivators in the workshop reacted.

Thus, he hesitated no more, his figure flickering, appearing in front of Liu Ping, moving like a ghost using Qingshan Sect’s magic—Small Shifting Technique.

Liu Ping was still laughing arrogantly, pointing at Chen Nan with a sinister look: "It doesn’t matter who you are, you’re done for; I’ll kill you and your entire family too!"

Chen Nan remained silent, merely forming hand seals, thick mana surging within him like a mighty river, as a golden light seal manifested once more.

Dragon Tiger Mountain Seal, second form, Tiger Roar Seal.

The tiger’s roar echoed through the forest, the golden seal subduing evil spirits!

A gigantic golden tiger’s phantom appeared atop the seal, roaring continuously, crashing fiercely towards the crimson light.

With a loud bang, even the bed beneath Liu Ping was shattered instantly, but the crimson glow remained firm, only quivering slightly.

"It’s useless. If you kneel in front of me now and bark like a dog, maybe I’ll spare you." Liu Ping, full of confidence, looked at Chen Nan as if watching a dead man.

He understood as well; soon, people from the workshop would arrive, and the one dying wouldn’t be him.

Chen Nan stayed silent, continuously urging his mana, repeatedly striking Liu Ping with the golden seal.

As the distant aura approached rapidly, his anxiety grew.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain Seal, third form, Dragon Tiger Seal!"

He changed hand gestures, dispelling the original golden seal, as a larger seal appeared, this time with both dragon and tiger phantoms on it.

With the weight of a mountain, the golden seal came down once again, causing the entire room to shake violently.

Even the crimson glow trembled severely, making Liu Ping’s face change dramatically.

"Ha! Protective magical artifacts aren’t invincible." Chen Nan smiled coldly; clearly, Liu Ping’s protective magical artifact was given by his Nascent Soul grandfather for protection, an escape in critical moments.

But Liu Ping was so arrogant and foolish, standing still, allowing Chen Nan to attack without any intention to flee.

The mana within the protective magical artifact would eventually run out.

Liu Ping was starting to panic, but it was too late to flee now. Chen Nan, not only controlling the golden seal, charged forward directly, grabbing the golden seal.

He, like a humanoid beast, repeatedly slammed the golden seal down.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dragon and tiger phantoms repeatedly crashed into the crimson glow, and finally, after an unknown number of times, the glow cracked like glass, riddled with spiderweb-like fractures.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of shattering was crisp and clear, making Liu Ping’s face turn even darker, devoid of the arrogance from before.

No one could have imagined that a protective magical artifact left by a Nascent Soul cultivator would be broken by a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, a complete violation of logic.

"No, if you leave now, I won’t pursue this matter. How about it?"

"You really want to kill me? My grandfather is a Nascent Soul cultivator; if you kill me, he’ll wipe out your entire family!"

Failing to plead, Liu Ping turned to threats, but Chen Nan remained unfazed, his determination unwavering, his physical power combined with the might of the Dragon Tiger Seal could crush even a mountain.

From afar, the workshop’s cultivators could see the figures, each rushing quickly, afraid that Liu Ping might die in their workshop.

Otherwise, their entire workshop would face ruin.

Chen Nan seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed solely on Liu Ping.

Finally, with a final crash, the crimson light shattered completely. Panic-stricken, Liu Ping retrieved a talisman from his storage bag.

Clearly, this was also left by his grandfather.

If he activated the talisman before the workshop people arrived, he’d be safe.

Unfortunately, Chen Nan gave him no such chance. As the talisman was about to be activated, a powerful divine soul force surged forth, turning into an invisible spike, piercing fiercely into Liu Ping’s soul.

"Ah, the pain!"

A tearing anguish engulfed him, causing the talisman to fall from Liu Ping’s hand to the ground, his face twisted in agony.

Chen Nan stepped forward, holding the seal, expressionless, smashing it down.

Squish!

Liu Ping was crushed to pulp by the golden seal, dead beyond any doubt.

"You vile demon, how dare you?!"

The distant workshop people witnessed this scene, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

Liu Ping dying in their workshop meant the sky was falling!