Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 59: The Ning Family Ceases to Exist, At the End Ning Yang Emerges!
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A thick, long Sword Beam pierced straight through the clouds. The dazzling light connected heaven and earth, as if the Milky Way itself had descended from the highest heavens! The Sword Qi transformed into a roiling ocean, and its terrifying aura completely engulfed the entire Ning Residence.
At the main entrance of the Ning Residence, the faces of many onlookers changed. They dodged away at the first opportunity. This sword strike was terrifying, embodying an invincible Sword Intent and a vast, majestic power that spanned the sky.
As Ning Xuan’s sword fell, everything between heaven and earth became a boundless white, as if the firmament itself had been cleaved open! Below, the expansive estate was split in two, bisected by Ning Xuan’s sword strike.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
The ground shook as if a great earthquake had struck. A massive abyss had formed in front of Ning Xuan.
Within the Ning Residence, those with weaker cultivation were all slain by this single sword strike! A rough estimate suggested at least a hundred people!
"How did he do it? He’s only in the Profound Realm! How is this possible? His Sword Dao Realm far surpasses his Martial Arts Realm! No wonder the reports said he could even slay Human Realm experts!"
At that moment, the dozen or so experts from the Chu Family arrived. They froze in unison upon seeing the scene before them, their eyes filled with shock. They had never imagined that the young man would strike directly at the Ning Family!
"What do we do now? Should we still make a move?" Having recovered their senses, they all looked to their leader.
"If he dares to strike the Ning Family directly, he must have some backing. Let’s wait and see."
The Chu Family experts settled in to watch the spectacle.
"Ning Xuan, we are your close kin! After you were kidnapped by evildoers, we searched for you for six whole years! Is this how you repay us—"
A man rushed out from the Ning Residence to shout, his face a mask of anguish.
SWISH!
Before he could finish, a treasured sword flew from the hand of a person nearby and slashed across the speaker’s neck. A head soared into the air!
Without a word, Ning Xuan strode forward. The crowds on either side subconsciously retreated. Though he was alone, the youth emanated a terrifying aura. He was like a dreadful god of death emerging from the Nine Nether—brimming with killing intent, unstoppable, and invincible!
Ning Xuan stepped resolutely into the Ning Residence alone. There was no clang of steel, for no one was a match for even a single one of his sword strikes. Facing him, they did not even have a chance to attack.
"Where is Ning Qianzheng? Where is Ning Shucheng? Where is Ning Yang? Come out and accept your deaths!"
With every step Ning Xuan took, more corpses littered the ground around him.
"Gentlemen, how much longer do you plan on being spectators?" an elderly voice called out from the depths of the residence.
Many were jolted back to reality, their gazes flickering. It was the voice of Ning Yang’s grandfather, Ning Qianzheng! The implication was clear: if they did not act now, they would be blacklisted by the Ning Family. The Ning Family itself was not so fearsome, but no one dared to offend the future master of the Martial God Temple.
"Enough! Ning Xuan, killing has its limits, but today you have gone on a rampage and broken the rules!" someone shouted, stepping forward.
"Killing has its limits, you say? Tell me, where is your home? Once I’ve dealt with the Ning Family, I’ll pay your home a visit, exterminate your bloodline, and destroy your ancestors’ Spirit Tablets. Then we can sit down and have a nice long talk about the rules!"
"Everyone, this is a personal feud between myself and the Ning Family. I advise you not to interfere, otherwise..."
Ning Xuan was interrupted before he could finish. "Are you threatening us? Who do you think you are? You’re merely in the Profound Realm! Even if your Sword Dao Realm is heaven-defying, it’s useless if your Martial Arts Realm can’t keep up!"
Someone else chimed in, "That’s right! You can kill those in the Earth Realm and the early Human Realm, but what about higher realms?!"
"I broke out of Wangdong City and slipped into The Capital unseen, which means I have the ability to break out of here! If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to try and stop me!" Ning Xuan stood his ground, meeting their challenge head-on.
The faces of the Chu Family experts turned green, but no one spoke. They recalled the recent incident at the Bi Luo Palace. The youth’s audacity surely meant he had powerful backing!
Could it be that Bi Luo, Huang Quan, and the Dao Xuan Institute have joined forces?!
As this thought flashed through their minds, the Chu Family experts grew even more cautious.
Other clever individuals also chose to continue observing as their minds raced. Some, however, simply turned and fled. When gods fight, mortals suffer. If their guess was correct, they would be caught in the crossfire no matter the outcome. It was better to slip away now!
However, some stubborn individuals still chose to side with the Ning Family—or, to be more precise, with Ning Yang, the future master of the Martial God Temple!
"That sword strike just now was indeed powerful, but you’re only in the Profound Realm. Your Element Force must be nearly depleted by now, right?" a man said, stepping toward Ning Xuan. This was a true expert, his cultivation at the First Layer Heavens of the Human Realm!
"You’re welcome to try!" Ning Xuan retorted. As he spoke, a Ning Family Martial Artist attempting a sneak attack from behind found that his own sword moved against his will, slitting his throat.
The man froze mid-stride. He extended his hand, and a Long Saber on the ground flew into his grasp. Instantly, an unparalleled Sword Light slashed out toward Ning Xuan, as fast as lightning and utterly terrifying.
Ning Xuan’s figure flashed and vanished. Although the attacker retracted his strike in time, its residual power still killed several nearby Ning Family Martial Artists!
Having dodged, Ning Xuan continued his massacre. The attacker’s face turned extremely ugly. With a stomp, he soared into the air. The walls of the compound below were obstructing his line of sight.
PFFT!
A terrifying beam of sword light arrived in an instant, piercing his throat.
Ning Xuan landed on a rooftop above, his gaze like lightning. Then, like a great Kunpeng, he swooped toward the depths of the Ning Residence, ignoring everyone behind him.
The onlooking crowd was completely dumbfounded. A Human Realm expert had been instantly killed by Ning Xuan’s sword, right under their noses! Even though they had witnessed it themselves, they could hardly believe it was real.
BOOM!
Deep within the Ning Residence, someone leaped into the air and unleashed a sword strike. The Sword Beam was bone-chillingly sharp.
As Ning Xuan dodged to the side, the attacker turned and sprinted away, attempting to flee.
WHOOSH!
Ning Xuan’s speed suddenly surged, and he vanished. In the next moment, he had already blocked the man’s path.
Across from Ning Xuan, an old man skidded to a halt.
"Xuan’er, I am your grand-uncle." The elder was Ning Qianzheng. He spoke softly, his eyes pleading.
"Shut up! Don’t you dare claim to be my kin! All my relatives, besides my parents, are dead!" Ning Xuan’s gaze was icy.
"My branch of the family has been almost wiped out by you, isn’t that enough? As long as you stop now, I can take you to the Martial God Temple. When you and your brother join forces, you two will rule this continent!" Ning Qianzheng had not given up.
Ning Xuan sneered. "Are you sure Ning Yang wouldn’t just run me through with his sword the moment I set foot in the Martial God Temple?"
"He won’t! Absolutely not! You’re brothers! Now that Yang’er is the honored Divine Son of the Martial God Temple, his future is boundless. He would never stoop to something so vile!"
"As long as you go to the Martial God Temple, he will definitely treat you as his right-hand man and nurture your talent!"
Ning Xuan’s eyes flickered. Just as a glimmer of joy appeared in Ning Qianzheng’s heart...
"Patriarch Ning, Ning Xuan is stalling for time!" a voice suddenly shouted, alerting Ning Qianzheng.
Ning Qianzheng looked at Ning Xuan and indeed caught a flash of panic in his eyes. At once, malice gave him courage, and his sword struck out like lightning.
Ning Xuan spoke coldly, "As long as I exist, the Ning Family will cease to be."
The aura of death instantly enveloped Ning Qianzheng. His face turned ashen, and he closed his eyes, awaiting his end.
CLANG!
Ning Qianzheng opened his eyes to see he was still very much alive. The back of a figure now stood before him.
Opposite them, Ning Xuan, who had been forced back several meters, narrowed his eyes and spat out a name:
"Ning Yang!!!"
