Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 60: The Great Battle of Shuangning, the Ruins Turn into a Forbidden Zone!
The person who suddenly appeared to save Ning Qianzheng was none other than Ning Yang!
This was a great shock to Ning Xuan. He truly had not expected to see Ning Yang so soon!
"I only recently received news of your recovery. I never thought you would have grown this much in such a short time," Ning Yang said, clad in a purple robe, his presence as deep and steady as a mountain. "You are worthy of being my brother. With your exceptional talent, you haven’t brought shame to our Ning Family."
Seeing the greatest enemy of his life again, Ning Xuan felt a moment of turmoil before his mind settled into a surprising calm.
"Trying to disturb my mental state? A pity, but I am no longer the Ning Xuan of the past."
Ning Yang shook his head. "Disturb your mental state? As the Son of the Martial God Temple, I have never condescended to do such things."
This time, Ning Xuan nodded. "Indeed. Six years have passed, yet you haven’t even reached Earth Realm Cultivation. What right do you have to be so arrogant?"
A strange expression crossed Ning Yang’s face. "Advancing through the Cultivation Realms isn’t always better the faster it is. Besides, strength and realm are not necessarily related. Although I am only at the Twelfth Layer Heavens of the Profound Realm, I can instantly kill any Human Realm Warrior!"
After speaking, he tossed a porcelain bottle to Ning Xuan.
"Your cultivation is at the Tenth Heavens of the Profound Realm, and you’ve expended a great deal of energy. Inside is a Ninth Grade elixir, perfect for raising your cultivation to the Twelfth Layer Heavens of the Profound Realm with no side effects. We will fight at the same realm."
Ning Yang’s gaze was placid, yet the aura he emitted was incredibly aggressive.
"Why do I feel like I’m looking at a god?" a Human Realm powerhouse murmured, staring at Ning Yang with a mixture of fear and reverence.
"It’s just his back, yet I feel an urge to prostrate myself. Is this the power of the Son of the Martial God Temple?" another Human Realm powerhouse whispered.
At that moment, though Ning Yang had done nothing, he had planted the image of a deity in the hearts of countless Martial Artists!
"So powerful! How can Ning Xuan possibly fight him?"
"He’s facing the man responsible for his clan’s extermination, yet he’s offering an elixir to help his enemy grow stronger. What immense magnanimity!"
"The Son is invincible!"
"The Son is invincible!"
"The Son is invincible!"
It was unclear who shouted it first, but soon the same cry echoed from all directions, shaking the highest heavens and piercing the starry river.
"Brother Xuan, do you remember an essay from our childhood? It spoke of cosmic timing, favorable terrain, and popular support. Wouldn’t you say I now hold all three keys to victory?"
Ning Yang’s confidence was absolute. Without having made a move, he seemed to command the entire situation.
Ning Xuan did not reply, but he swallowed the elixir Ning Yang had given him. Although Ning Yang was indeed only at the Twelfth Layer Heavens of the Profound Realm, Ning Xuan had to admit that this opponent was stronger than any he had ever faced.
Fighting him at the same realm wouldn’t be taking advantage of him!
"Thank you for the elixir. If a fight at the same realm is what it takes for you to accept your defeat and die without regrets, then I will grant you your wish."
Ning Xuan remained completely unmoved. Ning Yang might be a god in the hearts of others, but that had no effect on him. He put no faith in the masses, nor did he consult gods or ghosts. He believed only in himself!
In fact, a flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes. The stronger Ning Yang was, the more excited he became!
Ning Xuan’s aura began to surge. The elixir was as potent as Ning Yang had claimed. In an instant, his Cultivation Realm began to climb.
Eleventh Layer Heavens of the Profound Realm!
Twelfth Layer Heavens of the Profound Realm!
All the way to the absolute peak of the Profound Realm!
During this time, Ning Yang simply watched Ning Xuan with a faint smile. His eyes held admiration and excitement, but not a trace of shock, apprehension, or unease. He remained supremely confident.
Ning Xuan said nothing, instead adjusting his spirit, energy, and mind to their optimal state. Though his opponent was the greatest enemy of his life, Ning Xuan had to admit that after six years, he was no longer who he once was—and neither was Ning Yang. He too carried an invincible conviction in his heart!
"I am ready. You may attack at any time," Ning Yang said, his confidence unwavering as he met Ning Xuan’s gaze.
Ning Xuan took a deep breath and his eyes narrowed. His gaze was like a sword, peerless in its sharpness!
WHOOSH!
Ning Xuan vanished from his spot, his sword piercing the void.
CLANG!
The sound of metal on metal rang out. Ning Yang had merely pointed with two fingers. His fingertip, sharp as a blade, met the tip of Ning Xuan’s sword—point against point in a perfect match!
Gasps of shock erupted from the crowd.
"What did I just see?!"
"The Son blocked Ning Xuan’s sword with his fingers!"
"Good heavens, is he really only in the Profound Realm?! Don’t forget, Ning Xuan just slew a Human Realm Warrior with a single sword strike!"
"And Ning Xuan just increased his realm, too! This is terrifying!"
"The Son is invincible!"
Countless people bowed in adoration, their gazes pious as they began to kneel before Ning Yang.
"There is no need. He is capable of the same feat," Ning Yang said, speaking up for Ning Xuan. "This is merely a matter of one’s Sword Dao Realm."
Like Ning Xuan, he too had entered the Fourth Realm of the Sword Dao. But he had cultivated for a full six years longer than Ning Xuan, so it was nothing to be proud of.
"The Martial God Temple truly has some substance. I underestimated you," Ning Xuan said. He was surprised that Ning Yang had blocked his strike, but this only made him more excited.
Instantly, he withdrew his Soft Sword and sent a fist flying like a dragon.
HUM!
The void trembled and began to collapse! After reaching the peak of the Profound Realm, a single punch from Ning Xuan could shake heaven and earth!
"A fine punch!" Ning Yang praised, sending a fist of his own to meet it.
His seemingly placid punch collided with Ning Xuan’s.
BOOM!
A thunderous crack echoed as terrifying sonic waves swept out in all directions like a tsunami.
PFFT! PFFT!
Weaker Martial Artists spat out mouthfuls of blood. Some Earth Realm Martial Artists at the Fifth or Sixth Layer Heavens even had their eardrums rupture!
Everyone was aghast. This was no duel between Profound Realm experts; even a clash between peak Earth Realm Martial Artists would hardly compare!
Deep within the ruined Ning Residence, the battle between the two Nings had just begun. Their speed was like thunder and lightning, and their ferocious clash made the very air boil. The buildings below suffered a terrible fate. Roof tiles and stones on the ground alike exploded into dust. One building after another, caught in the crossfire of their duel, seemed to be made of paper-mache or soft tofu. Finely carved pavilions and towers were reduced to nothing but dust in the blink of an eye.
SWISH! SWISH!
The rampaging Sword Qi was even more terrifying. They held no swords, yet a casual point of a finger could unleash unparalleled Sword Qi capable of slaying any foe. Let alone Profound Realm Martial Warriors, even Earth Realm Martial Artists died an instant, violent death if they were unlucky enough to be grazed by it!
"All Earth Realm Martial Artists, retreat immediately!" the leaders of the spectating factions shouted warnings. At the same time, they themselves shot back dozens of feet!
The vast Ning Family estate had already been turned into a field of ruins by their duel. Across the rubble-strewn battlefield, a fierce wind howled and Sword Qi crisscrossed the air! That place had become a forbidden land for all Martial Artists below the Human Realm. To enter meant certain death!
At this moment, everyone’s scalp tingled with fear.
What was terrifying was that, even after half an hour of intense combat, their momentum had not diminished—it had actually increased!
They still had techniques they had yet to use.
