Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 109 Blood Exhausted, Thunder Exhausted, Snow Falls in a Dazed State
Prince Duan stood with his hands behind his back, a smile as cold as frost on his lips, his eyes as cold as ice.

"continue--"

"I have been waiting for this day for a full thirty years."

However, the words did not fall.

"boom!"

A violent chill suddenly erupted from below the arena.

A silvery-white wave of air surged into the sky, like a blizzard, and the vortex of ice and lightning instantly froze several meters into a frost field.

Xie Mingli!
She emerged from the snow, her long hair wildly disheveled, her icy true energy sweeping in all directions, even causing cracks to appear in the array patterns around the arena.

Her figure was like a divine sword forged from frost, pointing straight at the high platform.

"Prince Duan!"

Her voice trembled, yet it carried a sharpness that pierced the soul.

"You dare to scheme against Brother Ning, you deserve to die!"

Her robes fluttered in the wind, stained with blood, and her eyes held no trace of tenderness.

At that moment, she finally broke free from the shackles that bound her mind, and forcibly completed the fifth level of the "Ice Heart Technique"—"Cold Heart Reflecting the Moon".

With the Ice Soul Heart broken free of its seal, her aura leaped to the middle level of the eighth rank, its chilling aura collapsing like a snow-covered river, surging upwards with the sword intent.

Her sword was already drawn, its blade gleaming coldly, freezing even the air into tiny ice crystals. With each step she took, three inches of frost formed on the ground, and the blood mist solidified.

Prince Duan suddenly stiffened, and with a flick of his sleeve, nine golden protective amulets instantly appeared.

"presumptuous!"

For the first time, he revealed his true essence; his robes billowed, and his kingly aura swept across ten zhang.

He was actually a sixth-rank martial artist.

But Xie Mingli had no intention of backing down.

Her figure shot out, blood still fresh from the corner of her lips, but her voice resounded through the sky:

"Brother Ning, hold on for just one more breath..."

"I'll kill him for you!"

She suddenly swung her sword, and the world changed instantly.

A cold moon slowly rose from the void behind her. It was a moon shadow formed from the coldness, illuminating the sky and freezing the world.

"A chilling heart reflected in the moon."

She poured all her emotions, obsessions, anger, and pain into this one sword strike.

This sword strike was not for cultivation, nor for glory—it was only for that wounded, kneeling figure who shielded her from the wind and snow.

"Wow—"

Four figures suddenly leaped down from the high platform.

Wearing black and gold armor and a mask with a gold beast pattern, they were the personal guards trained and protected by Prince Duan.

The four of them, all of whom were of the lowest rank of the eighth grade, possessed extremely pure cultivation. The moment they landed, they formed the Four Symbols Formation, surrounding Xie Mingli from all four directions.

"Miss Xie, please stop." A guard whispered, gripping an iron spear that gleamed coldly.

"The king's command cannot be disobeyed."

She didn't speak, but her sword aura had already explained everything.

Her sword trembled, the air exploded, and the cold air pierced everyone's eardrums like tearing silk. The snow crystals on the arena fluttered like flying ash, and from all directions, it was as if a frost calamity had descended from the sky.

The first guard parried with his spear, and in an instant, a chilling aura penetrated to the bone, and the iron spear frosted over inch by inch.

"Boom."

The ice mist exploded, and the guard was sent flying ten feet away. When he fell, his body was frozen stiff, and he coughed up blood and fainted.

This is the only strike.

An uproar erupted in the stands.

"Eight...Eighth grade, mid-level?"

"Her sword strike just now left Prince Duan's guards completely defenseless!"

"This is... the Xie family?"

As the Qingyun Arena was held, representatives from numerous aristocratic families and sects all paled.

An elderly man with a white beard gasped, his eyes wide with shock:

"Xie Jinghong is ruined, but the Marquis of Wu's mansion still has Xie Mingli."

"She's only sixteen, if things take another step forward, could it be..."

Beside him, a sect disciple murmured, his face almost pale:

“Our family has cultivated diligently for a lifetime, and very few can even reach the edge of the eighth rank… This Xie Mingli is like someone climbing a tower, leaping to the top in one bound.”

"We were too naive..."

"I originally thought that Lei Ji Dao Jun was just an accident in the Wuhou Mansion."

"Only now do I realize that they were hiding it better than anyone else."

Many elders of the clans remained silent, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

As they gazed at that figure in moon-white robes, their feelings were no longer admiration or envy, but rather... awe.

These sounds merged into a terrifying and oppressive silence.

Xie Ming's second sword strike, with its shadowy form appearing and its sword light surging like waves, directly tore through the defensive spirit shield.

"Crack!" Two guards were slashed and sent flying out of the formation, spitting out cold blood from their mouths and noses.

Only one person remained, his hair standing on end, yet he dared not retreat.

Xie Mingli took a step closer, her Ice Soul True Qi surging like a raging cold tide.

"retreat."

The last person finally couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly slipped away.

The frost and snow gradually stopped.

The four imperial guards were all routed.

Beneath the ice, Xie Mingli stood in the center of the frosty moon, her sword tip touching the ground, her breath coming in gasps, her long hair disheveled, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, yet her eyes shone with an indomitable light.

Her gaze was fixed on Chu Ning, who was bound by lightning patterns and covered in blood, on the arena.

"So far—"

Prince Duan finally spoke.

He still stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as cold as a frozen lake, but his voice carried a clear suppressed anger.

"Xie Mingli, with the Xie family's accumulated prestige over the past thirty years, a single word from me can wipe you out of Qingzhou."

"If you turn back now, I will still grant you your position in the Marquis of Wu's mansion."

Xie Mingli looked up, as if she hadn't heard his threat at all.

Her eyes were fixed on the dimly lit, battered figure in the center of the arena.

"I, Xie Mingli, never rely on the charity of others to gain glory!"

"If you dare to touch Brother Ning even slightly, I'll destroy a corner of your royal map."

Prince Duan slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne:

"Dare you take another step forward—"

"Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As the voice fell, an invisible aura seemed to suddenly suppress the heavens and earth.

The might of the prince of the Great Qian Dynasty collapsed like a mountain collapsing, pressing down on Xie Mingli in an instant.

The audience held their breath.

The leaders of various sects and elders of aristocratic families all showed fear on their faces. Prince Duan was already enraged.

But Xie Mingli merely wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, looked up at him, and coldly spoke:
"feelings?"

Her words, one by one, were like ice picks piercing my heart.

“You are the king, and I am the subject, but at this moment…”

"Since I am heartbroken by the sword, I will not bow down to anyone."

"Brother Ning".

She called softly.

That wasn't a passionate shout, but a tender murmur amidst the devastation.

"You fought a thousand enemies for me, and I can do the same for you... to overthrow all power."

"Even the Heavenly Dao cannot touch you by an inch."

On the arena, Chu Ning finally struggled to raise his head. It seemed he had heard something.

It seems he saw it.

The lightning pattern between his brows remained dim, and his cultivation level plummeted like a falling star.

That wisp of lightning, which was about to go out, seemed to light up slightly again.

After she finished speaking, she reversed the direction of her sword, and frost and snow suddenly rose.

"Ice Soul Slash - Silent Snow Burial!"

The longsword slashed through the air, a sharp, cold arc of moonlight cutting across the night sky.

Prince Duan's gaze turned cold, and a jade talisman flashed from his sleeve, instantly sending a golden shadow hurtling through the air.

A seventh-rank lower-level warrior, clad in golden armor, he was once a top-ranking warrior of the dynasty.

"Charge formation, activate!"

In an instant, the cold air exploded.

Xie Mingli slashed down with her sword, forcing the man back several steps, but he quickly blocked her path.

"clang--"

As the longsword clashed with the blade, snow and frost scattered, and her shoulder was instantly dislocated by a heavy blow, blood gushing from the corner of her lips.

She did not fall.

Instead, he stepped into the formation and shattered a corner of the guard's golden armor.

"Brother Ning..."

She called out softly, her eyes filled with tears.

"If fate is truly so cruel... then I will give my life to give you this chance to live."

After saying that, she suddenly leaped up and charged towards the center of the formation.

"Stop her!" Prince Duan roared, a crack finally appearing in his eyes.

But it was too late.

Xie Mingli's clothes fluttered, like a cold butterfly drawn to a flame, as she passed through the gaps in the lightning lock array patterns.

"Click."

The entire Thunder Locking Array trembled violently.

Chains of lightning, like venomous snakes howling, coiled around Xie Mingli's limbs and back.

She fell from a great height like a swallow with broken wings.

"Ming Li!"

Chu Ning finally opened her eyes.

At that moment, lightning burst forth from the depths of his pupils.

Eighth Rank, Middle Grade

Rank 8, Superior

The thunderous breath surged like a tidal wave crashing back.

The entire audience was stunned.

Lightning tore through the sky, transforming into a thunderous divine figure, as if he were about to shatter the heavens and earth once more and reverse his fate.

He roared and drew his sword, unleashing a pillar of lightning that exploded with a deafening roar.

"boom."

Thunderous Extreme Reappears!

Everyone exclaimed in shock: "He's still improving? Wasn't he... drained dry long ago?"

"It's not an improvement, it's... he's burning his life force!"

On the arena, thunderous breath surged like a raging torrent.

And deep within the dark clouds high in the sky, the tribulation lightning re-condensed, and the closed "lightning eye" opened again.

That's not a celestial phenomenon.

It is a final burst of life before death.

Chu Ning's body burst forth with lightning, the lightning at its last gasp, yet it still tore through the sky.

He staggered, like a dying beast, yet he pressed forward step by step, desperately.

Before me was her weak figure, eyes closed, being dragged down by lightning chains.

She plummeted through the air, her body entangled in lightning, unconscious, blood trickling from the corner of her lips, spreading in the wind in a crimson arc.

At that moment, Chu Ning seemed to hear something inside her body... snap.

He let out a low growl and charged forward.

“Mingli…”

"You promised me you'd fight your way out..."

"You said we'd walk to the end together..."

The arena shattered, lightning flashed like swords, but he stomped on the ground, and a lightning shadow shot into the sky.

Everyone thought he was going to rush over and catch Xie Mingli.

But the next moment.

"Click."

The main array pattern of the Netherworld Thunder Locking Array suddenly burst forth with ten thousand feet of lightning, like a venomous snake biting back, tightly binding Chu Ning from head to toe.

A bolt of blood-red lightning exploded from his chest.

Chu Ning shuddered, blood gushed from his mouth, and his body crashed to the ground.

His steps faltered heavily, and he knelt down.

The lightning patterns dissipated, the golden eyes dimmed, and the lightning soul extinguished.

The thunder breath was completely drained.

He finally, completely... collapsed.

And just as he was about to lose consciousness.

He saw it; the figure falling from mid-air was like a withered snowflake, drifting silently.

Her plain clothes were torn to shreds by lightning, her hair was disheveled, and her face was streaked with blood, yet she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

A smile still lingered on her lips, as if she were waiting for his response until the very last moment.

In that instant, Chu Ning finally broke down.

A choking pain surged in his chest.

It doesn't come from scars.

It comes from the soul.

He wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

He tried to reach out and take it, but he was already too weak to move.

He could only watch with his eyes open as she fell, as she slowly receded into the distance, as she gave her life for one last look at him.

Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

He never cried.

Even when the Cold Mountain Blood Pool was filled with mountains of corpses, and even when the Frost Domain Blade Light cut down all evil, he remained unmoved.

But now.

"Prince Duan."

Chu Ning's voice was hoarse, like a blade cutting through the wind. Even though he was on the verge of death, he still gritted his teeth and growled:
"If I do not die."

"You... will surely die a horrible death."

This sentence is the vow of a person who has already fallen.

The world was silent, and Lei's eyes slowly closed.

On the frost, two figures fell simultaneously.

One man was drained of blood and exhausted by thunder, while another was drowsy from falling snow.

Neither of them managed to catch the other.

But at that moment, their names were imprinted in everyone's hearts:

Chu Ning and Xie Mingli.

On the high platform, Prince Duan finally revealed his deepest smile.

(End of this chapter)