Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 177: Isn’t This too Bullying?

I was just bluffing to trick Ning Xuan, that was it. Is this guy really that gullible?

Ning Xuan’s reaction completely flustered it.

"I said I’m willing. What’s your method?"

"Ahem, well... a verbal promise isn’t enough; we need a ritual. Rest assured, as soon as the ritual is complete, I’ll teach you immediately!" As it spoke, its very soul began to tremble with excitement. If I can really bind myself to this kid, I’ll recover in no time!

"A ritual? In that case, forget it."

Ning Xuan’s words left it stunned. Then, it began to panic.

"Wait! Didn’t you just agree? A man must keep his word!"

"You’re the one going back on your promise. Where I come from, a verbal agreement is binding. We don’t need any rituals. First, you’re suddenly acting friendly, and now you need some bizarre ritual? You’re definitely trying to trick me," Ning Xuan said, his expression the picture of innocence.

Before it could respond, Ning Xuan asked, "By the way, how old are you?"

"Before I perished... I was five hundred and sixty... No, before sunset, I had just turned five hundred and sixty. Why do you ask?"

The remnant soul would have broken out in a cold sweat if it had a body. That was close. If I hadn’t reacted in time, he would have tricked me! Wait a minute... The remnant soul suddenly realized something. He’s known about my existence all along. He’s just been toying with me! Damn it all! It nearly collapsed from the shock.

"Master, what’s wrong?"

Mo Wu had just successfully fused his Bloodline Power with his Element Force and was about to share the good news when he noticed something was off with his master.

"It’s nothing. Did you succeed with the fusion?" the remnant soul asked weakly.

"Yes, Master! I’m brimming with confidence! I feel like I could even kill him!"

The remnant soul was terrified. "No, no, no! Don’t do that! Just have a normal sparring match. An opponent like him is hard to come by. He’s a fat sheep. You can’t kill him in one go, otherwise how will you shear the wool?"

"Understood, Master! We’re just sparring!"

Only then did the remnant soul breathe a sigh of relief. That brat Ning Xuan is as cunning as a fox and surely has more tricks up his sleeve. If this were a true life-and-death battle, it’d be one thing if Mo Wu won, but if he lost... I’d be done for! I can’t take that gamble!

Still worried about Mo Wu, it gave another special instruction. "You have to make it clear to Ning Xuan that you’re only sparring! And don’t feel any pressure. It doesn’t matter if you lose, because I still have more powerful Secret Techniques I haven’t taught you."

Mo Wu initially found this strange. Why do Master’s words sound so awkward? The fight hasn’t even started, and he’s already saying such discouraging things. Isn’t that just feeding the enemy’s confidence at the expense of my own? However, when he heard the last sentence, his excitement surged.

Agreeing with his master, Mo Wu turned to Ning Xuan with a smile. "Brother Ning, we’re just sparring, correct?"

Ning Xuan shrugged. "Whatever you want." If Mo Wu wanted to spar, he would spar. If he wanted a fight to the death, so be it.

"We have a little one with us. There’s no need for a life-or-death battle. Let’s just spar," Mo Wu said, glancing back at San Wu with a smile.

Ning Xuan chuckled and nodded.

"My name is San Wu! If you call me ’little one’ again, I’ll have the big bad guy smash your head in!" San Wu threatened, waving her tiny fists. She wanted nothing to do with the Mo Family right now.

Mo Wu simply ignored her, as his goal had already been achieved.

Immediately after, he and Ning Xuan moved sideways in unison. With a low shout, Mo Wu attacked again, his fist technique even more ferocious than before.

The faces of the Mo Family members lit up with smiles. With a punch like that, no one in the Heavenly Realm can defeat him!

But the unexpected happened again. When their fists collided, Mo Wu was beaten back once more.

Though he wasn’t sent flying, he stumbled back five steps upon landing, his arm trembling slightly. In contrast, while Ning Xuan had also retreated three steps, his body was as firm and upright as a great pine rooted in the earth.

"Again!" Mo Wu roared and charged forward.

This time, Ning Xuan sidestepped the blow instead of meeting it head-on, his voice ringing out, "That’s enough. If this is the extent of your fist technique, there’s no point in continuing."

"You...! Are you sure you want me to use my strongest attack?!" Mo Wu caught himself, the words changing on his tongue as the contorted expression on his face relaxed.

Ning Xuan didn’t even bother to reply.

RUMBLE...

A roaring sound emanated from Mo Wu’s body as he spread his arms and lifted them to the sky. With his movement, the gravel on the ground began to tremble, and fallen leaves swirled into the air. Even the flattened wild grass nearby straightened up, pulling free from its roots to join the ascent.

"All living things possess vitality, and within that life resides the way of death! Accept my Annihilation—Slash!"

As Mo Wu shouted the final word, "Slash," the whirling leaves transformed into swords, all of them slicing toward Ning Xuan.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The very air was cut apart.

But this was just a feint. The true killing move was the Sword Light! The wild grasses transformed into terrifying Sword Lights, hacking down like countless sabers.

Ning Xuan was completely enveloped, with no hope of escape. Of course, he had no intention of fleeing.

"Flashy, but useless," Ning Xuan muttered, advancing instead of retreating.

He simply brought his hands together in a clapping motion.

A horrifying scene unfolded. The scattered Sword Lights converged as if drawn by his hands! Then, with a final clap, they shattered completely.

Mo Wu was dumbstruck. Compared to Ning Xuan’s technique, his own looked like a clumsy juggling act.

All the Mo Family Martial Artists were speechless.

Within Mo Wu, the remnant soul was equally stunned. What... What the hell? You can do that?! Its... no, its very soul went numb.

The clearing fell completely silent until San Wu, snapping out of her daze, voiced her thoughts. "This... isn’t this just bullying?"

"Master... Master, I lost..." Mo Wu staggered, his voice a desperate whisper in his mind. He urgently needed some reassurance.

"Mm," the soul grunted.

"Master, I lost! With just that one move, he—"

The remnant soul exploded with fury. "Shut up! I’m not blind, I saw what happened!"

Mo Wu froze. Ever since his master had appeared, it had always been the epitome of calm and composure. He had always believed it to be an invincible entity. But now, Ning Xuan was merely in the Heavenly Realm, yet he had managed to provoke such a reaction. The master’s magnificent image in Mo Wu’s mind instantly shattered.

At that same moment, an ambition he had never felt before began to sprout in his heart.

Mo Wu murmured, "So, you’re not invincible after all..."

"Obviously not!" the remnant soul snapped irritably. "If I were invincible, would I be possessing a fool like you?!"

"I’m sorry. I will redouble my efforts from now on," Mo Wu immediately apologized.

The remnant soul, realizing its harshness, quickly offered some words of comfort. Mo Wu’s respectful attitude did not waver.

Then, he turned to Ning Xuan. "I have lost."

He gestured with his hand, signaling the Mo Family Martial Artists to hand over the Heavenly Crystal. No one dared to disobey.

A short while later, a satisfied Ning Xuan waved his hand, preparing to leave with San Wu.

Just then, a voice echoed from the distance.

"Heh heh, thinking of leaving? It’s too late!"

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Figure after figure descended from the sky, completely surrounding Ning Xuan and San Wu.