Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 115 I am the Marquis of the Dynasty

Xie Mingli's eyes welled up slightly. She took the gift with both hands, and with a tremor in her palms, a wisp of cold current surged into her limbs and bones, breaking through the obstruction, and her true energy quickly returned to her meridians.

She took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and began to concentrate her energy and regulate her breathing. Frost swirled around her, and a phantom of a cold lotus quietly bloomed behind her.

The Cold Lotus True Lineage is one of the direct martial lineages of the Xie family, specializing in the freezing of the soul and breaking through demonic barriers.

Meanwhile, in the air, the real focus was on Xie Chengjun and Tun Yuan.

Xie Chengjun raised his right hand, and a Cold Soul Ice Spear instantly condensed in his palm. It was made of crystal, yet its chilling aura was overwhelming. With a thrust of the spear, the ice river shattered in the air.

With a roar, Tun Yuan unleashed a horizontal slash with his black halberd, unleashing a torrent of lightning and fire.

Ice and blood clashed violently in the air, the shockwaves like a thousand horses colliding, the air exploding layer by layer, and cracks appearing in the void.

Xie Chengjun was as cold as iron, striking one move after another:
"Ice Locks the Nine Heavens!"

The spear shadows transformed into nine icy locks, like dragons coiling around his body, attempting to seal his dantian and dantian.

The tip of the Devouring Abyss Halberd danced wildly, managing to break through six layers of cold locks, but the seventh lock remained unbroken, and his aura began to tremble.

"Ridiculous!" he growled. "You think you can lock me up with ice?"

The next instant, he spat out a blood talisman, and actually burned his own essence blood, the blood fire rising a hundred feet high.

"boom."

The eighth and ninth layers of icy locks shattered instantly, and Tun Yuan broke free of the confinement, sweeping his halberd across and splitting the icy river.

Their figures intertwined, and the sky resembled a torn scroll, with flames and frost cleaving the world apart.

Xie Mingli suddenly opened her eyes, and the effects of the Hundred-Year Cold Marrow were fully released, with the Cold Lotus blooming behind her as a real phantom.

She flashed into the air, her silver robes billowing, and stood to her father's left.

"Father, I'm here."

Xie Chengjun glanced at her, said nothing more, and simply said, "Stay calm and listen to my instructions."

Xie Mingli nodded, and a slender, cold sword materialized in her hand, its icy light shining through.

Father and daughter stand side by side, one strong and one gentle, one with a gun and one with a sword, their bond intertwined like frost and fire.

Xie Chengjun pointed his spear tip directly at the sky and shouted:

"Ice Soul - World Suppressor!"

He suddenly unleashed a nine-hit combo, transforming it into an extremely cold and mysterious prison, trapping Tun Yuan within it.

Xie Mingli then leaped into the air, forming hand seals, and a thousand petals of a cold lotus bloomed:
"Ice Lotus Soul-Locking Array, activate!"

As the nine lotuses merged into one, a soul-binding seal appeared above Tun Yuan's head, striking directly at his divine sense.

Tun Yuan's face was contorted with rage, his body trembled, and for a brief moment, he froze.

"Now!" Xie Chengjun roared.

Father and daughter attacked together, one thrusting a spear and the other a sword, simultaneously aiming for Tun Yuan's heart.

"boom."

Blood erupted, and Tun Yuan was forced back a hundred feet, blood splattering from his chest, his blood flames dimming.

But he didn't fall. Instead, he grinned and sneered, "Very good... It's been a long time since anyone has been able to hurt me."

He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist that transformed into a strange incantation that hung in the air.

"Since that's the case, then I'll show you... my true form as a descendant of the Blood Kingdom."

The void emitted a tearing wail, and the phantom of the Blood Kingdom expanded once more, as if it were nurturing some terrifying being.

Xie Chengjun stepped between Tun Yuan and his daughter, his cold spear trembling.

"Mingli, retreat to the rear of the formation and prepare the Ice Lotus to hold the line."

Xie Mingli gripped her longsword tightly, her eyes resolute: "I will not back down."

Xie Chengjun remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed softly, "...Alright."

The two stood side by side, facing the ever-growing phantom of the Blood Kingdom, like the last barrier, beneath the collapsing sky.

Blood flames surged, turning the world as black as ink.

The suspended incantation suddenly shattered, as if unlocking some forbidden shackle. The phantom of the Blood Kingdom suddenly materialized, and a huge blood flame statue slowly stepped out from the phantom.

It was over a hundred feet tall, with six wings on its back, and its bone blades were menacing. Its face was seven parts similar to that of Tun Yuan, except that its pupils were empty and its vertical eye between its brows was slowly opening.

"This is the real me."

The voice of the Devouring Abyss exploded within the Blood Flame, resonating with the energy of another dimension; every word struck like a drumbeat.

Xie Chengjun thrust his cold spear repeatedly, but it was like a leaf hitting a rock; he was sent flying by the Blood Flame Palm.

He retreated thirty feet after bleeding profusely, his face as pale as paper.

"Father!"

Xie Mingli cried out and tried to rush forward, but was blocked by an invisible current. Through her teary eyes, she saw Xie Chengjun kneeling on one knee, his armor stained with blood, his cold spear supporting him as he struggled to stay upright.

The Blood Flame seemed to reign supreme, its six wings flapping, black flames surging like a tide, slowly gathering the power to destroy the world with its next palm strike.

"Xie Chengjun...the Marquis of Daqian? Nothing special."

Tun Yuan sneered, his voice like the whispers of an evil spirit, bewitching the hearts of the crowd.

Blood splattered everywhere. Xie Chengjun was covered in wounds, his armor was tattered, and his breathing was disordered, but in that instant, he straightened his back.

"No... I can't fall down yet."

His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat resounding.

In his mind, the image of the boy, now reduced to dust amidst the pile of corpses, seemed to reappear. Xie Jinghong's face, the figure of him carrying a small sword, secretly watching him practice his swordsmanship from outside the training ground.

"Father, when I grow up, I want to be like you and become a general who protects the city."

Can I?

That year, the boy smiled shyly, but his eyes were full of light.

And now...

Those eyes had long since grown cold.

Xie Chengjun's throat bobbed, his eyes trembled slightly, and he felt as if a sharp blade had pierced his heart, causing it to bleed profusely.

"I can't protect my son anymore."

"But I still need to... protect Li'er."

He looked in Xie Mingli's direction, at the girl who was being locked down by the blood shadow, her bright eyes biting her lip, yet she did not retreat a single step.

“Li’er is still alive… I absolutely cannot die.” “This city still has its people, and my brothers.”

In that instant, Xie Chengjun's blood surged, and his fighting spirit roared like thunder.

He gritted his teeth, roared, and his sword intent surged.

"Get out of here."

"boom."

The world lost its color, and a fierce fighting spirit surged forth from his body like a volcanic eruption, soaring straight into the heavens.

He slowly stood up, his blood and qi surging to the heavens. His armor sublimated inch by inch in the golden light, his battle intent solidified as if cast in stone, and he transformed into a giant shadow of burning golden flames, armored and wielding a spear, overlapping with him.

"I, Xie Chengjun, have served the Great Qian Dynasty for ten years, pacifying mountains of corpses and seas of blood from countless battles."

"What are you? You're neither human nor ghost."

"—I'll show you today what it means to be a Martial Marquis of a Dynasty."

"Boom."

The aura of a mid-level fifth-grade cultivator erupted completely, locking down the heavens and the earth, instantly turning the tide of the battle.

Xie Chengjun moved like lightning, sweeping across the sky, his body enveloped in golden flames, and with a sweep of his cold spear, the space shattered like a mirror.

The spear shadows erupted like a tornado, the blood-red flames pierced like a heart, and golden rays exploded outwards.

Blood Flame roared and raised its palm to block.

"Can you stop it?!" Xie Chengjun shouted coldly.

"Boom!"

The cold spear suddenly pierced the chest of the Blood Flame, shredding the bone armor and piercing through the body, creating a horrifying bloody hole.

Tun Yuan's expression changed drastically.

"How could a fifth-rank martial artist cause such destruction?"

Xie Chengjun's voice was deep, his gaze sharp as lightning:

"I just... didn't want to be beaten so badly in front of my daughter that I couldn't get up."

His aura rose again, and he even faintly broke through the shackles of the middle level of the fifth rank.

The spear shook the heavens, pierced through the stars, and fell like a meteor, crashing fiercely towards the vertical eye between the blood flames.

The blood-red flames seemed to suddenly open their vertical eyes, and a surge of blood-red light appeared.

Two ultimate forces collided at the highest point of the heavens.

"Boom-"

At that moment, the world changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

The violent impact overturned hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers. Countless warriors of the Zhenwu Division lay prostrate on the ground, and even the main body of Tunyuan was shaken so badly that it coughed up blood and staggered backward.

Blood Flame staggered back three steps, a terrifying crack appearing between his brows.

Xie Chengjun stood on thin air, his breath coming in rumbling gasps, his cold spear pointing diagonally forward, his voice like a resounding bell:
"Come on!! I will not retreat until evil is destroyed!"

Standing on the edge of collapse with only one person and one gun, he actually managed to withstand the transformation of the Devouring Abyss with the strength of a mid-level fifth-rank cultivator, sealing off the world-destroying attack.

At this moment, everyone looked at Xie Chengjun, their hearts filled with shock and fervor.

Xie Mingli looked at him, tears streaming down her face.

“This… is my father.”

But when the tears fell, her heart was filled with far more than just admiration.

For the first time, she truly understood why her father was always so stern and silent.

Why would he rather bear the cold words and criticism than allow his brother to join him on the front lines of the Northern Frontier?

Why was it that when she impulsively ran away that year, the slap from her father caused her such heartache, yet she hesitated to hate him?

"So you've been risking your life to protect this family all along."

He donned his armor and fought, his aging body showing no sign of retreat before the Blood Shadow; he gritted his teeth, not for fame, not for profit, but only to protect her safety once.

She looked up at that solitary figure standing at the edge of heaven and earth, her tears nearly bursting forth.

"You are the last wall of this city, and the hero in my heart forever."

But at this very moment, amidst admiration and pride, a trace of fear quietly crept into my heart.

"But... Father, can you hold on?"

She saw his back tremble slightly, and she saw the gun blade in his hand quivering from the force of the blow.

"Father, you can't fall... You haven't seen me become stronger, haven't seen me truly stand before you, fighting alongside you..."

She clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face, but dared not blink, for fear that the figure might lose its footing in the next instant.

Bloodflame resembled an unhealed crack between the eyebrows; Tun Yuan's figure swayed slightly, and a cold, angry glint appeared in his eyes.

"...This crippled body can actually stop me?"

He snorted coldly, his palm surging with blood energy.

"Fine, this body's foundation is not yet stable, so it's difficult to kill you head-on. But I have more than one body."

boom!
He suddenly transformed into six blood shadows, splitting out across the sky.

Each one carried a portion of his consciousness and power; though its aura was not as strong as his true form, it was still formidable.

A blood-red shadow roared and pounced on Xie Chengjun, engaging in a fierce battle with his cold spear. Spear shadows rained down like stars, and blood energy surged like a tide, instantly splitting dozens of dark cracks in the sky.

The second bloody attack was aimed directly at Xie Mingli.

She was activating the Xuanbing Sword Formation, attempting to freeze the remaining blood flames, when she suddenly saw the ferocious blood shadow approaching. Her expression changed drastically, and she turned her longsword around, forming an ice lotus shield, but it was shattered by the blood shadow's claw.

Xie Mingli was sent flying backward, spitting out blood.

The third, fourth, and fifth blood-red figures rushed into the city, clashing with the Zhenwu Division's army in close combat. Swords flashed and blood stained the air, screams and cries filled the air, and flames dyed the sky red.

The city's front line fell instantly.

The six blood-red shadows resembled six evil gods, forcibly tearing the flames of war into multiple battlefields, causing the entire city to tremble, with the people wailing and fleeing, and low-level martial artists finding it almost impossible to move an inch.

Streets and alleys collapsed, bricks and tiles rained down, and houses fell one after another, as if a giant beast had torn apart a childhood paradise.

Smoke and dust blotted out the sky, and people scattered and fled. Some called out to their families, some clutched their bundles tightly, and some just stared at the sky above, murmuring incoherently:
"how so?"

(End of this chapter)