From Godhood to the Heavens

Fang Ping stood in mid-air, ethereal as a fairy, his feet resting on a sword blazing with red flames. His eyes were cold, but a gentle smile played on his lips.

The arena fell silent for a moment. Countless righteous masters were shocked, and some of the younger ones even wanted to kneel down and become disciples, switching sects on the spot.

Nobody told them that mages could be this cool.

Xiaoyu's mouth dropped open in astonishment as she exclaimed, "Wow, he's so cool!"

The old man's eyes flickered as he looked Fang Ping up and down; his intuition told him that something was wrong.

He looks somewhat familiar, yet also strange. Could he be the apprentice of an old friend from my youth?

After pondering for a moment, the old man spoke up, "Welcome, thank you for coming. The situation is urgent, so I won't bother with formalities. Let's exorcise the demon first, and then we can talk about other things. Is that alright?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Ping, with a gentle smile on his face, said, "I am not skilled in magic, and only know some basic swordsmanship. My assistance here is entirely up to the Grand Mage's arrangements!"

"Alright, since that's the case, then please hear me out!"

"There are over 1200 mages present, including 7 at the Celestial Master level. We were originally short one person, but now that the Sword Immortal has arrived, he can lead 150 people to perform a divination. What do you think?"

Fang Ping smiled slightly and then said, "I have been practicing swordsmanship since childhood and have never dared to slack off for a single day. After more than a hundred years of hard work, my lifelong wish is to slay all the demons in the world. Now that I can contribute to the world, how could I not be willing?"

The group of righteous sorcerers in the arena immediately became solemn, and their gazes toward Fang Ping carried a hint of admiration.

His lifelong ambition was to slay all the demons in the world. How could such a person not become the master of a formation?

Moreover, those who ride flying swords to arrive are sword cultivators throughout history, whose combat power must be a level above that of others in the same realm.

The old man couldn't help but applaud, saying, "In that case, you will guard the Li trigram and lead a group of mages from the due south to set up a grand formation to drive all the vampires to the center of the formation!"

The arrangements were quickly completed. Each expert at the Celestial Master level led over 150 to 160 people, gradually driving the vampires inward from the outermost perimeter where they appeared.

Above the city, helicopters transported all the righteous sorcerers to specific locations.

Fang Ping, standing on a long sword, with helicopters behind him, led a group of mages to the south of the city.

With a command from their father, figures quickly formed the Li trigram, the light from the magical artifacts in their hands rapidly spreading outwards and connecting with those around them.

Immediately afterwards, the group walked on the main road, moving forward continuously.

The righteous energy continued to spread, and soon formed an illusory Bagua formation in the sky.

With the forces of righteousness connecting them, the dark energy spread across the land and the black energy was dispelled at a visible speed. The vampires that were originally hiding in various dark corners were intimidated by the powerful righteous energy and forced to come out.

It began to attack the group of mages, but protected by a powerful array, it was unable to break through the defenses. Instead, like moths to a flame, its vampire characteristics were quickly dissolved, and it gradually collapsed to the ground, becoming an ordinary person.

Some went berserk and attacked the righteous mages, but most were forced to drive towards the center of the formation.

Fang Ping did not make a move; he simply stood in mid-air, sword at his side. If any vampire approached, a beam of sword light would pierce through them, and they would instantly fall to the ground, unable to rise again.

The old man ascended the high platform, with huge talismans floating behind him, radiating powerful righteous energy and dazzling light.

As he watched the array shrink, his brows furrowed. The rampant spread of vampires must have a source, gathering righteous energy under this array. If he didn't want to wait to die, he had to break through or escape before the array completely closed.

In other words, he only has this short period of time to have a chance.

The array covers such a vast area that the power of each space is naturally diluted. Once it is gathered to a certain extent, even a vampire prince would not be able to escape.

So, which area will be impacted?

No matter which area they attack, Dad is confident he can take it down in the first instance.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but think of Fang Ping. If it weren't for his appearance, there would definitely be a gap in the array diagram.

However, it was also part of his father's plan. Whether he was used as bait or he took the lead himself, it was all within his control.

Could something unexpected happen?

As he pondered, the array diagram suddenly shone brightly, and his father waved his hand, instantly displaying scenes from various parts of the array before his eyes.

Countless vampires charged head-on towards the group of righteous mages. Before the group could even react, a large number of vampires simultaneously emerged from behind.

The old man shouted in alarm, "Where did those vampires come from?"

My father personally carried the magical artifacts and explored the area occupied by the vampires along the edge of the city. There was absolutely no way that vampires could appear behind the formation.

Even if some irrationally ran away, they should not be manipulated into forming a large army to attack the formation.

His gaze kept moving, looking around, and suddenly the old man's eyes fell on a manhole cover on the side of the street. When was that manhole cover opened?

Just as the old man was pondering, one vampire after another crawled out of the manhole cover.

Then it charged toward the lower backs of the group of righteous mages, and began to bite and absorb their yang energy.

The old man's expression finally changed. These vampires were intelligent and rational, and had even set a trap for them.

Watching helplessly as a vampire drained the yang energy of a righteous mage, his body swelled up, wings grew, and his strength increased dramatically at a visible speed.

The old man couldn't sit still any longer. He originally thought he was being trapped, but he ended up putting himself in a cage instead.

It is indeed normal for those dark creatures to be intelligent and know fear, but to come up with such a scheme repeatedly is definitely a big problem.

"It's alright, as long as the array master is still here, the array won't be broken. Jackie Chan, quickly contact Blake and have them assist from the outside. You come with me and pull all those rats out of the gutter!"

Fang Ping hovered in mid-air in the distance, watching the group of vampires crawling out of the sewers. He raised his hand, and a sword light swiftly passed through from below, slicing through the necks of each vampire. One by one, their heads fell to the ground, and the crisis instantly dissipated.

With a smile playing on his lips, Fang Ping said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, let the vampire prince make his appearance!"

"Make sure to keep all those righteous sorcerers alive!"

Before the old man could turn around, the Kan Gua Formation Master was suddenly enveloped by a black shadow. He raised his hand and cast a spell, but it was instantly torn apart. Immediately afterwards, the vampire prince pounced down, then flew up and released his claws in mid-air, and a desiccated corpse fell down.

The swarm of vampires instantly charged into the formation, attacking from both sides, and the Kan trigram shattered instantly.