Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 65: Stone Command Issued, Ning Family’s Patriarch Engraves Spirit on Sternum!
Though inanimate, the Human Emperor’s Order carried Ning Yang’s will. The Human Emperor’s dignity was not to be challenged—even if he had only given himself that title through the King of Dong Cang’s mouth.
Suddenly, the Human Emperor’s Order in the void erupted with a brilliant light. It hung in the air like a great sun, releasing a terrifying aura that could suppress all living things as it fully awakened.
PFFT!
Ning Xuan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as his Physical Body began to crack at an accelerated rate. It was not that he was weak; the gap in their Realms was simply too vast. To have lasted this long was already a miracle.
"Ning Xuan is finished!"
"He truly is heaven-defying, but the difference in their Realms is just too great. What a pity."
"To die by the Human Emperor’s Order can be considered a worthy death!"
Some lamented his fate, while others sneered.
In the crowd, Mo Ji was frantic. He wanted to intervene, but as far as he knew, nothing in his arsenal could withstand the Human Emperor’s Majestic Pressure.
"Stop!" Mo Ji still chose to step forward. "Ning Qianzheng, stop that Token immediately! Ning Xuan is the sworn elder brother of the Sword God!"
The crowd was stunned into silence.
"What did you say? He’s the sworn elder brother of the Sword God, Xie Daoyi?" a sword-wielding expert asked, his face a mask of disbelief.
Mo Ji nodded hastily.
"Steward Mo," Ning Qianzheng said with a dismissive shake of his head, "the Sword God must be at least sixty this year. You expect me to believe he’d acknowledge this little runt as his elder brother? Forget me, even a three-year-old wouldn’t fall for that."
The crowd subconsciously nodded in agreement.
"It’s true! If anything happens to Ning Xuan today, not just the Sword God, but even the Sect he belongs to..." Mo Ji looked at the blood-soaked Ning Xuan, his anxiety mounting.
Just as he was about to invoke the name of the Huangquan Post, the situation on the field suddenly changed.
WHOOSH!
An object shot up from Ning Xuan’s position, smashing directly into the Human Emperor’s Order.
BOOM!
Amidst the terrifying explosion, the Human Emperor’s Order was sent flying, tearing through the void and vanishing without a trace. The object fell from the sky, and Ning Xuan snatched it in his hand.
The crowd buzzed with confusion. "What was that? It actually knocked the Human Emperor’s Order away?"
"It looked like another token."
"A token? Is there a token stronger than the Human Emperor’s Order?"
Ning Xuan himself had not expected the Stone Command given to him by the ferryman at Liren Ferry to be the thing that saved him at the critical moment. He certainly had not expected it to be so overwhelmingly powerful.
It seems a trip to Stele Forest is in order.
Ning Xuan made his decision. After he dealt with Ning Qianzheng, he would visit Stele Forest. He activated his Gluttonous Divine Meridian and Azure Dragon Divine Meridian. As his energy absorption speed doubled, the ceaseless vitality of the Azure Dragon Divine Meridian rapidly repaired his Physical Body.
At this moment, Ning Xuan was truly grateful he had fleeced those procurers from the Martial God Temple Sub-Hall. The energy contained within their Storage Rings was incredibly abundant.
"In the darkest Storage Ring, there should be a red porcelain bottle. The Elixirs inside have a miraculous healing effect," Mo Ji reminded him.
Ning Xuan followed the advice and found the red porcelain bottle. He popped three Pills into his mouth and swallowed them in one go.
"Don’t—"
It was too late for Mo Ji to stop him. While the Elixirs could not raise the dead or regrow flesh on bone, their medicinal effects were incredibly potent. For an injured, ordinary Earth Realm Martial Artist, half a Pill would have been sufficient. Considering Ning Xuan’s strength, one should have been the absolute maximum. Swallowing three at once carried the risk of his body exploding from the sheer power!
But in the next instant, Mo Ji was dumbfounded. Ning Xuan’s injuries were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his body showed no other adverse effects.
"What a potent Elixir! Thank you," Ning Xuan said, thanking Mo Ji immediately.
Mo Ji was utterly speechless.
"Ning Qianzheng, don’t be in such a hurry to leave."
Ning Qianzheng had been just as stunned as everyone else when the Human Emperor’s Order was suddenly knocked away. By the time he regained his senses, Ning Xuan was already healing. He hesitated, debating whether to attack, but then he saw Ning Xuan’s terrifyingly fast recovery speed. That finally snapped him out of it. He had just turned to flee when Ning Xuan’s voice echoed behind him.
After a brief, rigid pause, Ning Qianzheng shot off into the distance at incredible speed.
"What a swift Body Technique Skill!" even a Heavenly Realm expert could not help but exclaim in admiration.
But he immediately fell silent.
Because Ning Qianzheng had just run into a wall.
A wall named Ning Xuan.
"Do you remember what I said earlier?" Ning Xuan asked, his face devoid of emotion as he stepped forward.
Without a word, Ning Qianzheng changed direction and tried to flee again.
BANG!
He slammed into Ning Xuan once more.
"Xuan, let’s talk this over," Ning Qianzheng pleaded, his face paling as he groveled.
Ning Xuan struck like lightning. Amidst a piercing scream, his hand emerged holding a bloody rib cage.
Gasps echoed all around. That was the Human Emperor’s own grandfather! How did he dare!
"Yang’er, save me!" Ning Qianzheng shrieked, his face a canvas of terror and despair.
This time, there was no miracle. The Human Emperor’s Order did not reappear.
Ning Xuan was in no hurry to end him. Instead, his fingers moving like a blade, he began carving a Spirit Tablet for his own grandfather—using Ning Qianzheng’s sternum as the medium, right there in front of him.
What is he doing...?
Seeing Ning Xuan act with such brazen, audacious impunity, the crowd was completely stunned.
"Save... save me..." Ning Qianzheng begged, collapsing to the ground and pleading with the onlookers.
"Patriarch Ning, it’s not that we don’t wish to save you, but we are truly powerless," someone lamented. This was the Human Emperor’s grandfather. If the Human Emperor learned they had stood by and done nothing, the consequences would be unimaginable. One man shook his head with a bitter smile, already regretting that he had ever come here.
"Kill... him... Help me... kill him..." Ning Qianzheng’s gaze dimmed, but then he glared at Ning Xuan, his eyes erupting with monstrous hatred.
"As it should be!"
The martial artist Ning Qianzheng’s gaze had locked onto had no choice but to step forward. He was a Human Realm expert at the Fourth Layer Heavens.
"Ning Xuan, you have committed heinous crimes and rebelled against all that is sacred! By right, you should be... executed—"
SWISH!
The final word was uttered by a head flying through the air.
An instant kill.
A chilling silence fell over the entire area. They had all seen it clearly. Ning Xuan had merely waved his hand casually, and a streak of Sword Qi had done the rest. To instantly kill a Fourth-Layer Heavens Human Realm expert while only being at the First Realm of Sword Dao was the stuff of legends.
The Sword Qi Realm... how can it be so powerful?! a Sword Cultivator murmured, unable to comprehend what he had just seen. He was horrified to realize that his own Mental State was on the verge of collapsing.
"How dare you profane the Human Emperor’s own kin! I will fight you!" the Sword Cultivator declared, taking a deep breath as he chose to step forward. If he could not defeat Ning Xuan today, from this day forward, Ning Xuan would become his Heart Demon. His Sword Dao Realm would stagnate forever.
The Sword Cultivator took a single step, and his aura surged like a tidal wave. He had yet to draw his sword, but an unparalleled sharpness already radiated from him. It was as if he himself was a treasured blade.
"The Sword Self Realm! That’s Jian Zhenyi, ’the Bloodless’!" someone in the crowd recognized him.
"Jian Zhenyi? The same Jian Zhenyi who single-handedly slaughtered his way through an entire Sect with just one sword?"
"That’s him! I was lucky enough to witness his prowess during the final moments of that battle. His blade drew no blood, his robes remained pristine... it was truly awe-inspiring!"
Jian Zhenyi, however, wore a grave expression, and beads of sweat began to form on his brow. The hand resting on his sword’s hilt trembled slightly. He was gripped by a terrible, instinctual premonition.
The moment I draw my sword... I will die without a doubt!
