Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 119: The Third Divine Weapon, the Tianli Sword Appears!
He had already made up his mind. No matter how Xing Zhao tried to fool them, they would absolutely not be the ones to charge in first.
Xing Zhao replied, "Ning Xuan’s concealment technique is too powerful. We’ll still have to focus our efforts on the girl. By the way, how should I address you?"
"This old man is Wang Lang. Our Mental States have been shaken, and our strength is greatly diminished. If Ning Xuan kills even one more of us, the others will surely have a complete breakdown. We must rely on you, Hall Master Xing."
This Wang Lang from the Star Moon Pavilion was quite cunning. With things laid out so plainly, what else could Xing Zhao say?
"Fine, watch me!" he readily agreed. He then sent a voice transmission to a King Realm expert on his side. The man wanted to refuse, but Xing Zhao gave him only two choices: act or die. He could only choose the former.
But the moment he moved...
PFFT!
Blood sprayed through the air as he clutched his chest and collapsed.
A commotion erupted among the Star Moon Pavilion members, their Mental States on the verge of collapse. This Ning Xuan is terrifying! If we stay here, we’ll all die!
"Wait! The one who attacked wasn’t Ning Xuan. It was her!" Xing Zhao’s words stunned them.
All eyes snapped toward the girl on the mountain peak. Could she be even stronger than Ning Xuan?!
"We forgot something!" Xing Zhao said in a heavy tone. "The Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart!"
Their attention had been completely focused on Ning Xuan, who had single-handedly destroyed their sect and just killed Jian Yan and Yan Linghua. Only now did they suddenly remember.
The members of the Martial God Temple stared at the girl, their eyes filled with aggression.
After a moment of shock, the Star Moon Pavilion martial artists felt their resolve waver once again.
"We can’t even handle one Ning Xuan, and now there’s a girl who’s even more frightening than he is. How are we supposed to fight this?!" someone muttered, already backing away.
This is bad, Xing Zhao thought. Just as he was about to speak, a group of people arrived, flying on their swords. In an instant, they were before them.
When Xing Zhao saw the man in the lead, he was overjoyed. "Young Head Wu, what brings you here?"
The man Xing Zhao addressed as "Young Head" was Wu Qing, a man in his thirties and the young head of the Wu Family from Cloud Floating Mountain.
"Ning Xuan killed my brother and stole my Wu Family’s Spirit Surpassing Sword," Wu Qing declared. "I am here to apprehend him!"
Wu Qing nodded at Xing Zhao, his gaze sweeping over the girl on the peak without lingering.
"So the sword he’s holding is the Spirit Surpass, ranked seventh on the Eastern Cang Divine Weapons List! No wonder he was able to kill the Pavilion Master of Star Moon Pavilion!" Xing Zhao exclaimed in realization.
Wang Lang’s lips twitched, but the members of the Star Moon Pavilion stayed put. They were more than happy to watch Xing Zhao use someone else to do his dirty work.
"That little beast is shameless! He used the power of a Divine Weapon to ambush our Pavilion Master!" Wang Lang not only refrained from exposing the lie but actively played along. "Does Young Head Wu have a plan?"
Wu Qing’s expression flickered with surprise upon hearing that Ning Xuan had actually killed the Pavilion Master of the Star Moon Pavilion. However, buoyed by their flattery and hopeful gazes, he quickly pushed his shock aside.
"The Wu Family has more than just one Spirit Surpass," Wu Qing announced confidently. "This time, I’ve brought the Wu Family’s ultimate treasure, the Tianli Sword!"
As he spoke, he brandished the sword in his hand before continuing, "The Spirit Surpassing Sword was merely forged from the leftover scraps of the Tianli Sword!"
Xing Zhao, Wang Lang, and the others were ecstatic. They had, of course, heard of the Tianli Sword. It was ranked third on the Eastern Cang Divine Weapons List.
"Where is Ning Xuan?!" Wu Qing demanded.
"He possesses a powerful concealment technique," Wang Lang replied, feigning embarrassment. "We are unable to find him."
A mocking look appeared in Wu Qing’s eyes. "With the Tianli Sword here, none of his tricks will work."
With that, he flicked the blade of the Tianli Sword with his finger. The crisp chime had just begun to ring out when an identical sound echoed from a specific direction.
WHOOSH!
The peerless Sword Beam sliced through ancient trees as if they were tofu. More importantly, Ning Xuan was revealed!
Ning Xuan raised the sword in his hand, a look of disbelief on his face.
Xing Zhao, Wang Lang, and the others were overjoyed.
"You find it incredible that they can still resonate even after you erased the mark, don’t you?" Wu Qing taunted, in no hurry to attack.
Ning Xuan nodded. "A little. How did you do it?" he asked with an air of genuine curiosity.
"Young Master Wu, he’s just stalling for time!" a martial artist from the Star Moon Pavilion suddenly shouted. "Don’t waste words on him! Capture him first!"
Wu Qing’s arrival had given them hope. More importantly, if Ning Xuan was captured, they might all get a piece of the Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart.
Wu Qing frowned and was about to speak when Xing Zhao chimed in, "I too am eager to witness the might of the Tianli Sword."
A smile spread across Wu Qing’s face. "Then, as you wish. Go!"
He pointed two fingers, and the Tianli Sword shot toward Ning Xuan like a streak of light.
Ning Xuan tried to command the Spirit Surpassing Sword, only to find that it wouldn’t obey him. The Tianli Sword exerted a terrifying suppressive force over it.
Wu Qing and the others all smiled. Now, let’s see how you can possibly turn this around!
A fierce look flashed in Ning Xuan’s eyes as he snapped his wrist.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The Spirit Surpassing Sword in his hand shattered inch by inch.
The smiles on the faces of Wu Qing and the others froze. None of them had expected Ning Xuan to do that, especially not Wu Qing.
The Spirit Surpassing Sword had its place on the Divine Weapons List for a reason. Its materials and forging process were unique to the Wu Family. Even a King Realm expert would struggle to break it. Yet now, Ning Xuan had shattered it with a mere flick of his wrist. The feat defied all of Wu Qing’s understanding.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
While they stood there, stunned, Ning Xuan moved without pause. The fragments of the broken sword danced between his hands, transforming into terrifying projectiles that pierced the void and enveloped everyone present.
"HMPH!"
With several cold snorts, the incoming shards seemed to collide with an invisible wall of bronze and iron. They exploded into dust in a series of chimes.
Though Ning Xuan had dodged Wu Qing’s initial strike, a few strands of his hair had been severed and were now drifting in the air. He had been a hair’s breadth from being annihilated.
Wu Qing pointed his fingers again. The Tianli Sword, which had flown past Ning Xuan, abruptly reversed course and shot back toward him. This wasn’t the Flying Sword Technique, but its speed and power far surpassed it. The Tianli Sword was sentient; it didn’t require much of Wu Qing’s Element Force to unleash its terrifying might.
This was a true Divine Weapon.
"Truly worthy of its rank as third on the Eastern Cang Divine Weapons List! It’s so powerful!" someone couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Ning Xuan, let’s see how you handle this!" another spat with hatred.
At that moment, Ning Xuan looked utterly battered. The Tianli Sword was so peerlessly sharp that he didn’t dare meet its edge head-on.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
After just a few passes, his robes were stained with blood. The Tianli Sword had injured him.
Seeing Ning Xuan’s sorry state, Wu Qing was no longer in a hurry to deal the killing blow and began toying with him instead.
"Young Master Wu, your methods are impressive! We hate Ning Xuan to the bone but lack your skill. Perhaps you could sever the tendons in his arms and legs and let us... play with him for a while?" Xing Zhao sent a voice transmission to Wu Qing.
I can’t rest easy for a moment until he’s captured. This brat is no ordinary youth. One wrong move, and this could all blow up in our faces, Xing Zhao thought.
Having the Hall Master of a Martial God Temple Sub-Hall admit his own inferiority was a tremendous boost to Wu Qing’s ego. He immediately nodded in agreement, but in the next instant, the smile on his face froze.
