Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 125: Saintess Su Yue, A Silent and Tragic Death!

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Saintess Su Yue, A Silent and Tragic Death!

"There’s a saying, isn’t there? A road to Heaven lies before you, yet you refuse to take it; Hell has no gate, yet you charge right in! Ning Xuan, oh Ning Xuan, you’re not getting away today!"

From another direction, a young man bristling with killing intent stared at Ning Xuan. He bore a striking resemblance to Zhan Wudi, whom Ning Xuan had killed in the Pride Hunting Ground. Beside him stood two other young men of similar age, and behind the trio, four elders followed.

Ning Xuan glanced at them, completely ignoring their words. He shook his head at Yun Wangshu and said, "That won’t work. Sister Shu, can you contact Yi Yi? I once promised her master I’d find a Cultivation Technique for her. I haven’t found the technique itself, but I did find a decent inheritance."

A surprised glint appeared in Yun Wangshu’s eyes, and her gaze toward Ning Xuan softened.

"She’s in seclusion and likely can’t be contacted for some time. If you trust me, you can give me the inheritance. I’ll pass it on to her when I return to the Dao Xuan Institute."

Ning Xuan sighed. "She can’t hold out much longer. In that case, I’ll go discuss it with her again and see if there are any other options."

With that, Ning Xuan turned to leave.

"Stop right there!" a voice shouted, and Ning Xuan’s path was immediately blocked by the youth who resembled Zhan Wudi.

"I am Zhan Wushuang of the Martial God Temple. You should know why I’m stopping you, right?"

"Get out of my way!" Ning Xuan bellowed, throwing a punch. At such a close distance, his fist technique had the advantage.

Zhan Wushuang, however, was prepared. With a cold snort, he launched a punch of his own.

BOOM!

The two fists collided. Zhan Wushuang took one step back, while Ning Xuan was forced back three.

"The Ninth Layer Heavens of the Human Realm!"

Zhan Wushuang’s eyes locked onto Ning Xuan, his gaze ablaze as his fighting spirit soared. Aside from Wu Pianpian, who was watching the show with amusement, everyone else stared at Ning Xuan in surprise, especially the contingent from the Martial God Temple.

Although Zhan Wushuang’s cultivation was at the Third Layer Heavens of the Heavenly Realm, he, along with Xing Baishou and Jing Tianchou, had been personally trained by the Human Emperor. As a result, his combat power was incredibly fearsome. Fighting opponents in a higher Realm, such as the King Realm, was a simple matter for him!

Today, a single punch hadn’t even sent a youth a whole Realm beneath him flying. This was simply outrageous!

Ning Xuan was also astonished, but his surprise quickly turned into excitement.

"Finally, a worthy opponent! Do you have any idea how I’ve spent the last few days? It’s been one-sword-kill after one-sword-kill. They were all instant kills! I was about to puke from boredom!" Ning Xuan poured out his woes to Zhan Wushuang.

Zhan Wushuang was speechless.

The crowd was speechless.

Zhan Wushuang took a deep breath and sneered, "Trying to disrupt my Mental State? You’re still too green! Get out here! I’ll crush you!"

As he spoke, Zhan Wushuang began walking outside.

"Looking for a Cultivation Technique for a Dao Xuan Master... so, the ’Yi Yi’ you mentioned cultivates both Martial Arts and Dao Xuan. Even in the Cloud Summit Heavenly Palace, Dao Xuan Masters who cultivate both paths are extremely rare. This trip has been a huge gain for me!" the youth in white opposite Yun Wangshu suddenly said, his face filled with delight.

He then turned to the girl beside him. "Xue Yan, go and ask where the inheritance is."

The rather attractive girl was Fan Xueyan, the current Saintess of Su Yue Zhuai. Her Cultivation was on par with Zhan Wushuang’s, also at the Third Layer Heavens of the Heavenly Realm.

"Yes!"

Before her voice had faded, Fan Xueyan was already in front of Ning Xuan.

"Ning—"

She had barely spoken a word when a sword appeared at her throat. Though the Heaven Cleaving Sword was not on him, Ning Xuan still had his Sword Pill.

Fan Xueyan hadn’t expected Ning Xuan to be so fast and froze on the spot.

"Interesting. She is one of my people. Are you challenging my authority by doing this?" the white-clad youth asked, his expression playful.

"So you must be Jun Ting. You’re not so impressive up close," Ning Xuan said with a pout, his face a mask of disappointment.

Jun Ting’s eyes narrowed. "You killed my Beast Tamer Officers!"

Ning Xuan shrugged.

"It doesn’t matter. Now that I have you, I no longer need them."

As Jun Ting spoke, the small, deceptively cute white tiger stretched lazily, its body expanding with every movement. At the same time, it began releasing a terrifying aura.

This was unmistakably a King-Level Element Beast!

Fan Xueyan’s face changed. "Ning Xuan," she shouted sternly, "your sword is fast, but you only caught me by surprise! I won’t accept this!"

"Fine. I’ll give you another chance," Ning Xuan said with an indifferent smile. Since she was courting death, he didn’t mind being ruthless.

Fan Xueyan retreated, her eyes locked on Ning Xuan as her hand moved to her sword.

Zhan Wushuang, who was outside, grew impatient. "Fan Xueyan, he’s my opponent! There’s a proper order to things: first come, first served!"

"You two can come at me together," Ning Xuan said lazily, glancing at them both.

A delicate shout rang out as a sword light ripped through the void, aimed straight for Ning Xuan. Fan Xueyan had made her move.

PFFT!

But though she attacked first, Ning Xuan was faster, his sword piercing her throat!

Behind them, Jun Ting raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. Everyone except Wu Pianpian was completely shocked. Ning Xuan’s sword was simply too fast; as spectators, they had barely been able to see it.

"Hm?"

Ning Xuan’s eyebrows shot up, and he thrust his sword backhanded.

Another Fan Xueyan materialized from the void, only to have her throat pierced by Ning Xuan’s blade. Her own sword stopped just inches from Ning Xuan’s body, an insurmountable chasm between them.

At that moment, the body of the first Fan Xueyan faded away, leaving only a talisman fluttering to the ground.

A Life-Substitution Talisman! The second one to attack had been her true body!

Still, she hadn’t managed to deceive Ning Xuan.

Fan Xueyan’s beautiful eyes widened in utter disbelief. She twisted her head toward Jun Ting, her eyes filled with pleading. "Young... Young Master, save... save me..."

Jun Ting’s face was expressionless as he patted the white tiger beside him.

Seeing the white tiger begin to move, Fan Xueyan’s eyes filled with joy.

ROAR!

With a furious roar, the white tiger pounced. Ning Xuan had just started to retreat when he froze, stunned.

The white tiger’s blood-red maw gaped open and swallowed Fan Xueyan whole. She didn’t even have time to scream before she was crunched down and swallowed!

"Useless trash. What’s the point of keeping you around?" Jun Ting’s cold voice finally sounded. The four old men behind him remained just as expressionless.

"Ning Xuan, is it? I’ve heard of you. Follow me, and I’ll help you kill that dog-shit Ning Yang. Oh, and that Nine Orifices Stone Spirit—with me around, no one will dare touch her!" Jun Ting looked at Ning Xuan, a broad smile on his face. It was an offer of both carrot and stick.

Ning Xuan paid him no mind, instead eyeing the white tiger. "This fellow looks quite plump. It would probably make a very nourishing soup."

ROAR!

The white tiger roared, shaking the entire cave. Boulders tumbled from the walls, a terrifying sight. Just as it was about to charge Ning Xuan, he shouted, "HALT!"

The white tiger skidded to a stop, its claws dragging long gouges in the ground.

"I won’t lower myself to a beast’s level. If you want a fight, I’ll find an opponent for you."

As soon as Ning Xuan finished speaking, a sound came from outside.

"WOOF... WOOF..."

Little White’s barks came from outside. He then appeared, along with a doll-like girl cradling half of a Stone Sword.

Upon seeing Ning Xuan, the girl’s eyes lit up. "Junior Brother," she said, eager for praise, "I stabilized her Divine Soul!"

Before Ning Xuan could reply, she turned to Yun Wangshu. "Sister, you know Sister Yi Yi, right? This is for you. Please make sure you give it to her."

As she spoke, she held out the broken half of the Stone Sword. Instantly, every eye in the cave focused on it.