Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 108 Lightning Lock Formation

The bluestone of the arena began to crack inch by inch, and the entire space seemed to have been thrown into a cauldron of inferno.

Qin Kui's body was no longer human, but a living "fire puppet" with bones as red as iron, blood boiling like magma, and a fiery crown on his head, resembling half a fire god.

Qin Kui chuckled softly, slowly opening his fiery eyes:

"I offered my bones, burned my soul, and extinguished my foundation... all for that one moment of divine transformation. And you, do you dare?"

Chu Ning gazed at him, the blade held horizontally, the lightning in his eyes as still as an abyss:

"You burned your life to become a demon because of your resentment, but I only want to live and save my sister."

Frost and thunder rose again, and silver-blue light swept across the sky like a cold tide.

The fox head pendant suddenly shone brightly, its icy blue halo as pure as fresh snow, but in the next instant, it seemed to tremble.

Chu Ning's expression hardened as he suddenly felt the power of frost and lightning in his palm surge like a raging sea.

A strange, sharp pain surged upwards from the dantian, reaching the lightning pattern between the eyebrows.

However, the familiar backlash pain did not truly fall upon him.

He suddenly looked down, and there was a fox head pendant hanging quietly on his chest. A thin crack had appeared on its crystal-clear outline, like a snowflake quietly blooming when the first frost falls, slowly approaching the center.

That wasn't just a simple crack in the magical artifact.

That was because Qingli used her remnant soul to protect him from the backlash.

“…How could it be…”

Chu Ning's eyes flashed with lightning, his expression shifting from shock to disbelief, and finally to utter rage.

He shouldn't be angry at the enemy.

He was angry with himself.

Why did he only realize now that her remnant soul was protecting him in such a way?
Why... did he never realize that her silent sacrifices had repeatedly caused him to suffer the pain of the frost and lightning backlash?
A drop of blood trickled down from the corner of his eye.

It wasn't tears, but soul blood that had forcibly broken through the meridians under the influence of the thunderous spell.

He gripped the Snowbreaker knife tightly, his chest rumbling like thunder, the sound like a war drum.

Then, a whisper, a voice so cold it almost silenced the heavens and earth:
"Qingli..."

"You are not a divine weapon."

"You shouldn't have taken the wounds for me."

The moment that whisper fell, the heavens and earth trembled.

Chu Ning's hair exploded and flew wildly, and the lightning pattern on her brow shone brightly, as if anger was imprinted into her bones.

"boom."

Thunderous energy surged forth from his body like a dam breaking, causing the heavens and earth to tremble with lightning, and frost and snow to swirl around him.

The defensive array patterns at the edge of the arena vibrated with a "hum" at this moment, and faintly lit up with a dark red light.

On the high platform, Prince Duan raised the corners of his lips and nodded almost imperceptibly.

He gazed at the raging, lightning-frost-covered figure below the arena, a barely suppressed excitement flashing deep within his eyes:

"Go a little crazier... Chu Ning, let loose a bit more."

"This thunderous energy is not enough to activate the Ninefold Thunder Scripture."

And on the stage.

Qin Kui's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly retreated several feet.

Before he could even see clearly, Chu Ning had already moved.

Frosty thunder roared down like a river bursting its banks, cutting down from a great distance.

Where lightning flowed, the air shattered, and flames instantly froze into ice. Qin Kui's arrogance was blasted into dust by the lightning and frost.

"You...you're insane?" Qin Kui roared. "How can such a person exist?"

Chu Ning approached step by step, his face expressionless, except for the bright lightning pattern between his brows, and a wisp of blood light surging in his originally golden pupils.

He seemed to have stopped hearing.

Like...

Only one cut remains.

For her.

For life.

For anger.

"Boom!"

Lightning and frost converged, flames froze, and the entire arena was instantly blasted into cracks.

Above the sky, the tribulation clouds rolled like ink, and the Thunder Eyes opened again, as if sensing that the source of lightning that should not have been released was being drawn.

The overwhelming pressure of heaven and earth crashed down.

The sect elders and powerful families watching from afar were all horrified.

"That wasn't ordinary lightning..."

"His aura...is breaking through to a higher level?"

"Thunder Breath has completely spiraled out of control!"

Xie Mingli's pupils shrank suddenly. He took a step forward, intending to forcefully break the formation, but was blocked in mid-air by a chain array pattern.

She looked up at the arena and saw a sea of ​​thunder boiling and frost mist intertwining. Chu Ning stood in the center, his body surrounded by surging thunderous energy like a tsunami. His back was... lonely and serene, as if he had been separated from the world.

"Brother Ning... please stop pushing yourself..."

Xie Mingli gritted her teeth, her throat tightened, and her voice trembled so much that she could barely speak. Her hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes welled up with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Suddenly, a sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

Zhao Tianyu, clad in black armor, swept through the crowd and stopped her in a deep voice:

"Miss, calm down! This is a protective array; barging in recklessly will only..."

"Shut up," Xie Mingli practically roared, interrupting him.

She took a step forward, her robes billowing, her sword flashing like frost, and with a "clang," she slashed at the lightning lock!
"Click——"

The frost flared up in fury, the lightning patterns trembled violently, and the chains hummed as if crying.

The lightning rebounded in the next instant.

It sent her flying back several feet.

Xie Mingli froze in mid-air, her sleeves tattered, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. But she didn't have time to wipe it away; a look of horror and panic exploded in her eyes.

Her voice trembled as she gazed at the increasingly distorted core of the array deep within the lightning patterns:
"...This isn't a protective array, it's...a lightning-locking array?"

"You... you actually wanted to scheme against him?"

Xie Mingli's pupils contracted sharply, and her body trembled, but she did not hesitate any longer. Despite her injuries, she drew her sword and leaped up again.

"Brother Ning—"

The thunder roared like drums, shaking the heavens and earth.

Her shouts seemed to be drowned out by the thunderous roar of the entire arena, but her eyes held a tearing pain.

"Can you hear me?" "They've laid down a lightning-locking array, a prison to hold you, a cage to devour your flesh and blood."

She swung her sword again, unleashing frost and lightning. The lightning patterns trembled slightly, but the array was already filled with the energy of lightning, like a seal of immense weight, remaining completely still.

She almost screamed:
"You're not crazy! You're not a demon! You're Chu Ning, the one who's here to save your sister!"

"If you sink into it... how am I supposed to live?"

Her voice choked with emotion, and tears finally streamed down her face.

But within that lightning array, Chu Ning's figure remained completely still, like a god or a demon.

He can no longer hear.

Xie Mingli collapsed in front of the lightning pattern, watching helplessly as Chu Ning was swallowed up by the array pattern. Her shoulders trembled, but she gritted her teeth and refused to shed another tear.

She murmured softly, as if speaking to him in the thunderstorm:
"Stop recklessly releasing your lightning energy... any more and you won't be able to come back."

She understood that what he was releasing at that moment was not lightning, but life itself.

Meanwhile, on the arena, Lei Haizhong...

Chu Ning was surrounded by lightning as deep as an abyss. The frost and lightning surged out of control under the tearing of the blood curse and the lightning array, yet he seemed to be sleeping on the throne in the heart of the storm.

His body was filled with a surge of lightning, which crashed into every array pattern and every rock on the arena like a raging sea, creating a destructive domain where frost and lightning intertwined.

At this moment, he was neither Chu Ning nor Lei Ji Dao Jun.

He is a man sworn to death by rage.

He slowly raised the Snow-Breaking Blade.

Before the blade was even moved, the thunder and frost had already condensed into a hundred-foot-tall cold cloud. Below the cloud, snow fell like swords, and thunder moved like dragons.

"boom!!"

The arena exploded, and he shot out like a bolt of lightning, leaving behind thousands of silver and blue lightning trails.

He growled:
"The world is extinguished!"

The Snow-Breaking Blade slashed down from the sky.

This strike, devoid of any skill, shattered the balance of heaven and earth.

Lightning flashes and silvery rays intertwined with the shadow of an icy blue dragon, frost covered every inch of air, thunder surged and the void shattered.

"Shh-"

Before Qin Kui could react, the flames were frozen by lightning and frost.

"Crack!"

He stared in horror at his arms and chest, which were gradually freezing, his eyes twisted with despair.

He frantically channeled his inner energy, attempting to use the Soul-Burning Forbidden Fire within his body to burn back.

However, they discovered that even the "soul" was frozen within the frost and lightning.

"You can't kill me, I'm from the Li Huo Palace."

"I am the Palace Master's personal disciple! You dare kill me—"

Chu Ning's blade had already reached his brow.

"boom."

Cut it off!

Qin Kui was torn apart by a pillar of lightning that pierced through the heavens and earth.

His bones, his dantian, his blood flames, his memories... everything was reduced to oblivion under this "final slash".

There were no corpses, only shards of ice and lightning, drifting down from the center of the arena like falling snow and stars, silent and desolate, yet pure and flawless.

The entire Qingyun Arena was completely silent.

Even the wind, which was watching the battle, seemed to have stopped howling.

However, deep within the arena, the lightning array patterns suddenly flickered violently, as if ten thousand lightning pythons had awakened. Golden light surged from beneath Chu Ning's feet like a tide, inch by inch wrapping around his ankles, calves, and waist...

Then--

"His!"

A bolt of blood-red lightning suddenly exploded from his back.

Chu Ning was suddenly jolted, his pupils contracted sharply, and he spat out a mouthful of scorching blood mist.

He tried to raise his hand to retaliate, but found that his entire body was beginning to uncontrollably unleash lightning energy towards the ground.

As Chu Ning's lightning energy was absorbed by the Netherworld Yin Lightning Lock, the lightning energy sealing the blood curse within his body gradually dissipated.

"Ka-ka-ka-"

—That was the crack where the blood curse broke through the seal.

Meanwhile, on the high platform surrounding the arena, Prince Duan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm, but a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Be stronger... The stronger you are, the deeper the array will absorb it."

He slowly raised his hand, and the jade talisman in his sleeve moved slightly.

"Click...click click click".

The entire arena was ablaze with lightning patterns, and divine runes intertwined. At the heart of the formation, a phantom of a thunder abyss appeared, seemingly about to engulf Chu Ning entirely.

His body trembled slightly, and the lightning pattern between his brows suddenly burst open.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into blue-white electric mist in mid-air. He tried to suppress it, tried to close the lightning gate, but it was like a dam bursting.
His realm began to crumble.

Eighth rank, middle class...

跌！
Rank 8, lowest grade.

跌！
The ninth rank, the upper level, the ninth rank, the middle level... the realms peeled away layer by layer like an avalanche.

"Kakakaka."

Chu Ning's golden eyes dimmed the moment the lightning energy was exhausted. In an instant, like a star being extinguished, the lightning talisman between his brows shattered, turning into a wisp of silver dust and dissipating into the air.

At that moment, everyone fell silent.

His hair was as white as snow, and suddenly a wisp of hair fell down, making his pale face seem to age instantly.

The purple-gold blade light on the Broken Snow Blade finally faded, and the blade itself fell to the ground without a sound, emitting a dull "clang."

The whole place was in dead silence; you could hear a pin drop.

On the arena, the lightning pattern continued to absorb energy frantically. Chu Ning knelt on the ground, panting, his face covered in bloodstains. The lightning energy dissipated, like a lamp about to go out.

On the high platform, Prince Duan finally smiled.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded like an owl awakening from hell, carrying the damp, rotten scent of decay.
"It'll be soon...it'll be soon."

"Even Lei Ji Dao Jun is nothing special."

The deacon stepped forward in a low voice:

"Your Highness, the Thunder-Locking Formation has absorbed 80% of its energy... Shall we continue?"

(End of this chapter)