Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 63: Guarding a Stump Waiting for Rabbits, Are You a Demon?!
In the ruins of the Ning Family, the terrifying phenomenon suddenly vanished.
Ning Xuan rose to his feet, his muscles and bones resonating with the roar of dragons and tigers.
BOOM!
Under the force of his invisible aura, the surrounding ruins were swept clean.
After a brief silence, a Martial Artist couldn’t hold back and cursed, "Damn it!"
That guy broke through to the Earth Realm! He was at the Peak of the Profound Realm not even half an hour ago, and he’s already had a Breakthrough! What about the barrier that stops all Martial Artists from advancing to a Major Realm?! For him, it’s just a decoration! Comparisons are truly infuriating!
Yet Ning Xuan wasn’t satisfied. The Element Crystals were nearly depleted, but he had only advanced two minor realms to reach the Second Layer Heavens of the Earth Realm. The energy required to advance a Major Realm increased exponentially with each level.
How am I supposed to keep advancing at this rate?
Immediately, Ning Xuan’s gaze swept over the crowd outside. In his eyes, they were all walking sources of energy to fuel his Cultivation.
No one moved. Ning Xuan had no choice but to remind them, "I’ve recovered."
The corners of several Martial Artists’ mouths twitched. You caused such a massive commotion; we’re not blind or deaf! But they weren’t stupid. He had been terrifying at the Peak of the Profound Realm. Now that he had entered the Earth Realm, who knew what level his strength had reached? They certainly weren’t going to be the first to find out.
"Are the members of the Chu Family here? In Wangdong City, I killed a certain Chu Tianyun. I heard he was ranked tenth on the list of geniuses. You sent so many people to hunt me down. Where are they now?"
"Ah, my apologies. I forgot they were all wiped out. But isn’t this The Capital? The Chu Family can’t consist of only those few Martial Artists, can they?"
The Chu Family naturally had other Martial Artists present, but none were as strong as the eleven who had been killed. Upon hearing his words, they were filled with rage but dared not speak.
When the Chu Family didn’t step forward, Ning Xuan continued to call out to the other factions. "What about the Star Moon Pavilion? The Fiery Sun Sect was one of your subordinates. I annihilated their entire sect, so if you’re here, hurry up and seek your revenge."
Still, no one moved.
Damn it, these guys have gotten cautious! They’d rather be cowards than the first to die! Ning Xuan thought with a sigh before switching to another target.
"Where are the people from the Martial God Temple? I heard you have a Sub-Hall here. Don’t you have that bullshit Human Emperor now? If you don’t make a move, aren’t you afraid of embarrassing him?"
The crowd was collectively petrified. This guy was unbelievably arrogant! All by himself, he was calling out the major powers one by one. Aside from the Chu Family, the other two were genuine top-tier forces. The gall of this man was boundless!
The Dong Cang Sub-Hall of the Martial God Temple certainly had experts present. Ning Xuan’s words had backed them into a corner. Now, they had to act, whether they wanted to or not.
Several experts from the Martial God Temple Sub-Hall exchanged glances. Suddenly, they all took a step back in unison, leaving a single man standing at the front. He was a Martial Artist at the Peak of the Earth Realm. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
The man’s face turned green. They’re sending me to my death, a sacrifice to test his true strength!
But even knowing it was a death sentence, he had no choice. Steeling himself, he stepped forward.
"I will fight you!" he declared, choosing the optimal strategy. "I can see that your Physical Body is formidable and your fist techniques are impressive. I wish to test my fists against your high skills!"
He absolutely could not let Ning Xuan use his sword arts, or he would be killed instantly. Without weapons, he believed he stood a fighting chance. After all, he was from the Martial God Temple! While the Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills of a Sub-Hall couldn’t compare to the Main Hall, there were very few in this place who could match them.
With this thought, his confidence began to soar. It surged even higher when he noticed Ning Xuan hesitate for a moment.
So it’s true! His sword arts are his greatest strength! In a contest of fists and feet, I’m almost an entire Major Realm above him. My Majestic Pressure alone should be enough to crush him!
"Come out and fight me!" the man roared, his fighting intent palpable as he grew eager to make his move.
Ning Xuan remained motionless.
"The ground you stand on is the former residence of the Human Emperor," the man declared righteously. "You may lack the breeding to show him respect, but I do not! If you want to fight, I will wait for you here. Otherwise, stop your posturing!"
Ning Xuan’s gaze swept past him to the other Martial God Temple experts standing behind before he finally moved. As he walked out from the ruins of the Ning Family, he muttered, "I was hoping to just wait for the rabbits to come to me. What a hassle."
Everyone present was a powerful cultivator, and they all heard his quiet complaint. Countless mouths twitched.
He wanted to stand there and "wait for the rabbits"? Is he a fucking demon?!
When Ning Xuan stepped out of the ruins, he glared at the man with displeasure. "I hope your Storage Ring makes this walk worthwhile."
"You son of a bitch!" the man roared, his fist flying out like a striking dragon. His entire cultivation at the Peak of the Earth Realm was poured into the attack, compressing the very space around Ning Xuan, threatening to detonate on the spot.
Ning Xuan stood as firm as a mountain. As the punch was about to land, he lashed out with a fist as fast as lightning.
BANG!
With a deafening crack, the man’s right arm exploded as if it were made of plaster. As he let out a piercing scream, before his body could even be sent flying, Ning Xuan grabbed his left arm and tore the Storage Ring from his finger. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the man aside like a piece of trash.
The spectators were completely numb. Defeating a Peak Earth Realm cultivator with a single punch is one thing, but to fucking loot him too! Then to toss him aside like garbage... that asshole is a genuine demon!
"Next," Ning Xuan said, his gaze locking onto the remaining experts from the Martial God Temple Sub-Hall.
"We are merely personnel responsible for external procurement! Don’t push your luck!" one of them said, his clenched fist loosening with resentment. They were afraid of Ning Xuan, but they were also telling the truth.
Ning Xuan’s eyes lit up. He casually held out his hand. "Then hand over your Storage Rings, and I’ll spare your lives."
"You... you want to rob the Martial God Temple?!" one of them stammered in disbelief.
Ning Xuan shook his head. The man breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, Ning Xuan cracked his knuckles and began to twirl the Soft Sword in his hand. "I am a very reasonable person."
The faces of the men from the Martial God Temple turned green. Reasonable, my ass! Is this what he calls being reasonable?!
But knowing they were no match for him, they gritted their teeth and tossed their Storage Rings over. Immediately after, the group turned to leave.
"Ning Xuan, you just wait! The Martial God Temple will not let you get away with this!" one of them shouted a threat from a distance. If they left like this, what would become of the Martial God Temple’s reputation?
SWISH!
Ning Xuan vanished. In the direction the voice had come from, several heads flew into the air.
Mo Ji, having just come from Bi Luo Palace, happened to appear not far from Ning Xuan. He recognized the headless bodies; they had just been at Bi Luo Palace for a large purchase. Some of the items they requested had even required him to personally open the Secret Vault, which was why he was late.
Seeing their heads fly, he froze. "Young—"
Seeing him, Ning Xuan immediately began to complain, "They threatened me! Steward Mo, they actually dared to threaten me!"
Steward Mo was speechless.
Ning Xuan once again turned to the crowd, his gaze searching through the sea of faces. Many cultivators whose cultivation far surpassed his own didn’t dare to meet his eyes.
Suddenly, Ning Xuan’s eyes lit up. He truly hadn’t expected that guy to still be here.
