Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 180: Untouchable, the Jun Family Backed Down!
BOOM! BOOM!
Ning Xuan’s fists were like a sudden, violent storm. Jun Wudao wanted to fight back, but before he could even muster his Element Force, Ning Xuan’s fist struck again.
BANG!
After three punches, Jun Wudao’s body was forcibly blown apart by Ning Xuan.
High in the heavens, Qian Yourong, who had received the news and rushed back, lowered her night-vision Thousand Mile Mirror, her beautiful eyes filled with shock. She knew of Jun Wudao’s background. When he had first arrived at the Jun Family, many King Realm Martial Artists had been unconvinced and challenged him to a duel. As a result, he had simply stood there, and none of them could so much as budge him.
He was born with the King’s Body and possessed a terrifyingly durable Physical Body from birth. Not to mention, he had many other methods at his disposal.
After receiving the news, she had ruthlessly blasted those Jun Family martial artists to dust before sending the old crone back to the Qian Family with Qian Duoduo. She herself had then rushed over without a moment’s rest. She had originally come to help, but then...
"This little guy’s fists sure are hard!" Qian Yourong sighed as she came back to her senses. Then, for reasons unknown, a thought crossed her mind, and her pretty face flushed beet-red.
Just at that moment, Ning Xuan seemed to feel something and glanced up at the sky.
Qian Yourong let out a soft cry, spun her Flying Boat around, and fled.
"What the heck?" Ning Xuan muttered to himself before finding Jun Wudao’s Storage Ring.
Immediately after, he roared, "Damn it! You look down on this and scoff at that, so I thought you were loaded! But you’re just a dirt-poor bastard!"
Previously, the man had even dismissed the Tianli Sword, making Ning Xuan assume he must have had something valuable in his Storage Ring. But aside from a Flying Boat, it was filled with smutty novels and other junk! There were barely any Heavenly Crystals.
HUM!
The void suddenly trembled. Ning Xuan vanished from his spot, and when he reappeared, he held a wisp of a remnant soul in his hand.
Jun Wudao was filled with immense hatred. Normally, a Martial Artist needed to reach the Emperor Realm for their spiritual consciousness to escape at a critical moment. However, the Martial Artists of the Yao Guang Realm were favored by the heavens; even those in the King Realm possessed such an ability.
Ning Xuan naturally hadn’t considered this.
Originally, Jun Wudao’s remnant soul could have quietly escaped under the cover of night. But Ning Xuan’s words made it impossible for it to hold back.
Damn it all! This is too humiliating!
He had already suffered a huge loss due to his own carelessness, to the point that his Physical Body had been blown apart. He was already this miserable, yet this guy wouldn’t even let a dead man be. This was simply outrageous!
The remnant soul’s resentful energy fluctuated. It had felt the disturbance but was rejoicing, certain that a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist could not possibly have noticed it. But just as this thought arose, it was discovered by Ning Xuan. It wanted to flee, but it was already too late.
"Aren’t you from the Heavens Beyond? How can you be so poor? Tell me, do you have another way of storing your things?" Ning Xuan demanded, squeezing the remnant soul in his hand.
"The Yao Guang Realm also uses Storage Rings. I don’t have a personal stash, but..."
PFFT!
Before it could finish, the remnant soul was crushed in Ning Xuan’s grip.
"You have nothing, yet you’re full of so much crap!" Ning Xuan complained, his mood souring.
Fortunately, the other Jun Family Martial Artists he had instantly killed with his sword provided him with a considerable amount of Heavenly Crystals. This made Ning Xuan feel somewhat better.
"Big Baddie, are we going back to Junlan City next?" San Wu, who had been itching to speak, asked impatiently as soon as she saw Ning Xuan was finished.
Ning Xuan was surprised. "Go back to Junlan City for what?"
"To wipe out the Jun Family, of course!" San Wu declared, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "The Jun Family Patriarch isn’t there right now, so they must be vulnerable. This is a great opportunity!"
San Wu pumped her fist, her beautiful eyes filled with excitement. She had only been able to leave this time because Ning Xuan’s daring feats had given her the courage and confidence to do so. Although she was monitored the entire way and took several wrong turns, she eventually ran into Ning Xuan by a stroke of luck.
Ning Xuan had plundered the ancestral homes of the Kong, Sun, and Wu Families. Now that the Jun Family presented a rare opportunity, San Wu wanted to experience the thrill of raiding and looting for herself.
A thought crossed Ning Xuan’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it and shook his head. "No, we’re not going."
San Wu was puzzled. "Why not?"
"The Jun Family Patriarch is an expert swindler, even managing to fool someone from the Upper Realm into coming down here. We should leave him and his fortune intact. That way, he’ll have the means to keep greasing the wheels with the Upper Realm," Ning Xuan said, his eyes twinkling, sly as a fox.
San Wu was stunned.
A moment later, she giggled.
"You’re so bad! But I like it, hee hee hee..." San Wu laughed, bouncing over to him. Her eyes curved into smiling crescents as she grabbed his arm and asked, "So, what should we do now?"
"We’ll go to the Bi Luo Palace, of course. I need to get your dagger repaired."
The smile on San Wu’s face froze instantly.
Meanwhile, Ning Xuan deployed the Flying Boat while simultaneously destroying all traces of their presence. Then he pulled San Wu aboard. Powered by Heavenly Crystals, the Flying Boat transformed into a streak of light and swiftly vanished into the vast night.
Not long after they left, Jun Tiansheng appeared. Scanning the area, he found surprisingly few signs of a struggle.
He couldn’t help but be excited. "As expected of someone from the Heavens Beyond! His methods are truly in a class of their own. But..." He sniffed at the bloody scent in the air and muttered, "To do *that* right in front of Ning Xuan... damn, what a beast!"
Cursing under his breath, he soared into the sky, heading toward Junlan City.
Upon returning to the Jun Family, his first order of business was to ask about Jun Wudao’s whereabouts. "Where is Wudao? Where is he now?"
"Young Master Wudao has not yet returned."
"What?!" Jun Tiansheng, who was just crossing the threshold, stopped dead in his tracks, staggering so badly he nearly fell flat on his face. After steadying himself, he grabbed the man who had spoken. "Are you sure?!"
Although the man was suffocating under the sudden pressure of Jun Tiansheng’s aura, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak. "I’m... certain. You ordered us to stand guard here, and we haven’t so much as blinked an eye! Not even a housefly could have slipped past us!"
Jun Tiansheng was stunned.
The man took the opportunity to retreat and stand with the others, not daring to even breathe loudly.
"How is this possible... How in the world did that little bastard manage it?!" Jun Tiansheng muttered, utterly baffled.
"Father, what about Ning Xuan? Have you captured him?" a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Who let you out?! Never mention his name in my presence again! Guards, take her away and lock her up! No one is to let her out without my express permission!" Anger boiling over, Jun Tiansheng stormed out of the room, his pace quickening with every step.
The grand competition of the Ten Clans is approaching, and Ning Xuan will most likely be there. I have to send a message to Wu Xian and warn him to avoid any conflict with Ning Xuan. As for me, I need to lay low for a while. During my last unintended foray into the Yao Guang Realm, I coaxed Jun Wudao into coming down. Although that shouldn’t cause a problem, trouble could brew if the honored guest descending from the Upper Realm this time has any connection to me. You can never be too careful. As for Ning Xuan... damn it, that man is untouchable. From now on, he can harass whoever he pleases. The Jun Family concedes defeat.
