Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 120: Abandoned by All, the God of Enchantment!
Wu Qing formed a sign with his fingers to command the blade, but the Sky Li Sword didn’t react at all.
Stunned, he moved his fingers again.
Still nothing.
"Young Master Wu, stop messing around!" Xing Zhao said urgently, a bad premonition creeping into his heart.
Wu Qing was on the verge of tears. "I’m not messing around! It... it doesn’t seem to be obeying my commands anymore!"
"Impossible!" Wang Lang interjected. "I’ve heard that the Sky Li Sword has been nourished for years with the Essence Blood of the Wu Family’s Direct Lineage and has long since gained sentience. You are the future patriarch of the Wu Family; how could it possibly disobey you!"
Panicked, Wu Qing bit his finger open.
This time, the Sky Li Sword finally reacted and flew toward him.
Wu Qing sighed in relief, as did Xing Zhao, Wang Lang, and the others.
But in the next moment, all of their eyes widened in shock.
SWISH!
The returning Sky Li Sword suddenly accelerated, instantly slicing through Wu Qing’s neck!
The Spirit Sword had slain its master!
Wu Qing’s smile froze on his face. He clutched his neck, his expression a mask of pure disbelief.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Ning Xuan’s calm expression, and a realization struck him.
Ning Xuan is behind this!
But he had no time to ponder how Ning Xuan had managed it.
THUD!
Wu Qing collapsed, dead with his eyes wide open.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
At a wave of Ning Xuan’s hand, one person from the Star Moon Pavilion and another from the Martial God Temple were slain.
The Sword Cultivators Wu Qing had brought were completely wiped out.
The Sky Li Sword, its blade unstained by blood, came to a rest securely in Ning Xuan’s hand.
"This... this... this..." Wang Lang was rendered speechless.
"How did you do that?!" Xing Zhao was also dumbfounded, his heart reeling in shock.
Ning Xuan gave a faint smile. "Perhaps it and I are bound by fate."
Xing Zhao and the others nearly coughed up blood in frustration.
Destiny, my ass! This Spirit Sword was nurtured over generations by a sword-forging family, fed with their Direct Lineage True Blood! How could it possibly be fated with you?! You’re spouting shameless lies! Are you trying to fool a ghost?!
Of course, Ning Xuan was just messing with them. He could never tell them the real reason.
The Poor Wretch Divine Vein was a god of blood-drinking, Soul Captivation, and Enchantment, which aided mankind by devouring corruption.
A Spirit Sword nurtured by a family for generations was naturally not so easy to bewitch with Enchantment. But everything changed the moment it drank Ning Xuan’s blood.
Leaving aside his Nine Nether True Blood, the twelve Divine Veins within Ning Xuan’s body had evolved from actual divine beasts of Ancient Times and contained unparalleled divinity.
The Sky Li Sword possessed a spirit. When faced with the choice between continuing to feed on the Wu Family’s Bloodline or consuming the Divine Blood of an ancient divine beast, it didn’t need to hesitate for even a second.
When Ning Xuan then used the power of Enchantment from his Poor Wretch Bloodline, the sword had no choice but to submit.
"Everyone, I think we should have a little chat." Ning Xuan paid no mind to their thoughts, turning his attention directly to the Star Moon Pavilion contingent.
"Y-Young Master Ning, I was actually threatened by Star Moon Pavilion."
"Me too! That Yan Linghua, relying on the backing of Su Yue Zhuai, abducted me and brought me to Star Moon Pavilion!"
"And me!" another man cried out, his voice choked with sobs. "Yan Linghua forced me to be her boy toy! If I didn’t agree, she threatened to kill my entire family!"
Ning Xuan looked at the man’s long, horsey face, the corners of his own mouth twitching.
With a face like that, how utterly desperate would she have to be to choose you as her boy toy?!
Xing Zhao’s mouth was also twitching.
It’s a good thing Yan Linghua is dead and gone. If she heard this, she’d probably leap up to proclaim her innocence before slitting her own throat.
"Alas, I see you are all pitiful souls," Ning Xuan sighed. "Fine. Hand over your Storage Rings, and then you may leave the mountain."
Their spirits were broken, and now that he held the Sky Li Sword, he had no desire to bully them. Of course, the most important reason was that his Element Force hadn’t recovered yet. If he really pushed them to the brink, it would be troublesome if they fought back with the desperation of cornered animals. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
He had briefly considered using them to kill the Martial God Temple members, but he ultimately abandoned the idea. He believed that letting the Star Moon Pavilion Martial Artists go would destabilize the Mental State of the Martial God Temple members. That would buy him more time.
The members of Star Moon Pavilion were stunned.
"Young Master Ning, you... you’re really going to let us go?" someone asked tentatively, unable to believe it.
"Of course. Unless what you told me was all a lie!"
"It’s true! All of it is true!"
"Thank you, Young Master Ning! Thank you!"
The crowd came to their senses and thanked him in unison. Then, they removed their Storage Rings and fled as fast as they could.
Better a bad life than a good death! Su Yue Zhuai might be a top power on the continent, but the world was vast. If they changed their names and went into hiding, they were sure Su Yue Zhuai would never find them.
"Brother Wang, you too...?"
By the time Xing Zhao realized what was happening, all he saw was Wang Lang’s retreating back. He shouldn’t have called out. The moment he spoke, Wang Lang broke into a full sprint and quickly vanished from sight.
Xing Zhao was utterly aghast.
"Does Hall Master Xing wish to leave as well?" Ning Xuan suddenly said. "Not a problem. Leave your Storage Ring, and you can go too."
The members of the Martial God Temple all turned to look at Xing Zhao.
Xing Zhao’s face turned green.
What the hell! When did I ever say I wanted to leave?!
Seeing the looks in his subordinates’ eyes, Xing Zhao panicked and immediately roared, "Ning Xuan, I am not some coward who fears death!"
"So you’re saying they *are* cowards who fear death?" Ning Xuan retorted, not giving him a chance to respond. "Even ants cling to life. They just want to live. Is that so wrong?"
"I..."
Ning Xuan pressed his advantage, plunging the Sky Li Sword into the ground and fixing Xing Zhao with a scorching gaze. "You have backing in the Martial God Temple, so you can’t just run away. They don’t. They’ve followed you for so long; if they haven’t earned merit, they’ve at least endured hardships. Yet now, for your own sake, you want to bind their fate to yours. What do you call that?"
Before Xing Zhao could even open his mouth, voices rose from the crowd.
"Selfishness!"
"Pure selfishness!"
They were Xing Zhao’s own men. Ning Xuan’s words had struck a deep chord within them. If the people from Star Moon Pavilion could leave with their lives, why should they have to stay here and die?
"Good! Very good!" Xing Zhao seethed, his aura surging. "What a performance, Ning Xuan. I underestimated you! Get lost! All of you, get the hell out!"
With his furious roar, Xing Zhao’s subordinates scattered in all directions.
What made him want to vomit blood was that these death-fearing cowards all chose to leave their Storage Rings for Ning Xuan before they fled. Some even had the gall to thank Ning Xuan as they left.
I’m losing my mind! These sons of bitches have completely disgraced me! Damn it all!
Xing Zhao’s composure was about to shatter.
Ning Xuan, however, inwardly breathed a long sigh of relief.
If they hadn’t left, I would have been in real trouble.
Now, with only Xing Zhao remaining, the pressure on him was drastically reduced.
Ning Xuan smiled. "You’re a pitiful sight, abandoned by all your followers."
Xing Zhao nearly ground his molars to dust. "I know what you’re plotting! Do you think that with only me left, you can escape just because you have the Sky Li Sword? In your dreams!"
Xing Zhao’s ability to compose himself was greater than Ning Xuan had anticipated.
"The more you act like this, the more it proves you’re bluffing! Your strength hasn’t recovered, and you’re out of tricks!" Xing Zhao’s eyes blazed as he locked onto Ning Xuan.
This guy is pretty sharp!
Still, Ning Xuan’s expression remained unchanged. "You’re welcome to try."
"Then let’s see you try!" Xing Zhao roared, slamming his foot down.
The mountains trembled and the earth cracked
