Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 127 A desperate escape

"Split the sky!"

Chu Ning gritted his teeth and roared angrily, forcibly activating the Thunder Bone within his body. He transformed into a blur and forcefully swept three feet to the side.

The blood-red blade whistled past him, slicing through the sky.

Despite his extremely quick reaction, a deep, bone-revealing gash was still slashed across his shoulder, and blood splattered in an arc.

He endured the excruciating pain, turned around and rolled down the cliff side, disappearing into the snow and mist.

Qin Cang sneered, but instead of chasing, he clenched his five fingers together.

The snow-covered ground trembled violently, and a void soul spell descended from the sky, covering the ground like a net, locking down the life and death of Chu Ning's hiding place.

And the next moment.

Lightning flashed through the sky.

A bolt of lightning shot straight out from the snow and mist.

"You think I can only run away?" Chu Ning, enveloped in lightning, burst forth from the snow dust.

He was disheveled, half of his cloak was charred, but his face was as cold as ice, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

He angrily swung his sword.

"boom."

Lightning flashed backward, the ground cracked, and the Snow-Breaking Blade slashed down diagonally, causing Qin Cang's aura to tremble and him to retreat three steps, the snow beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

"He... he actually managed to force a ninth-rank rank to retreat in a direct confrontation?"

The remaining constables were horrified and were about to surround and kill him when they saw Chu Ning stretch out his figure, take advantage of the momentum to sweep back, turn into a blur, and disappear into the forest below the cliff.

Qin Cang gritted his teeth and roared angrily, staring at the empty space ahead:

"Chase!"

But all that answered him was the swirling snow and the lingering lightning mark on the snow.

He stared at the mark, his face turning ashen.

"His Thunder Bones are healing..."

"He can still kill someone within ten days."

He turned to look at his deputy and said in a deep voice:
"Notify Prince Duan's guards that the Soul-Chasing Order... has expired by one-third."

"If we don't lock his life now, it will be difficult to sever his soul."

……

At this moment, Chu Ning had already run into the snowy forest dozens of miles away. His whole body felt as if it were being cut by a fiery blade, and his vision was turning black.

He leaned against a fallen cedar tree, his chest heaving, blood slowly trickling down his lips. His mind was in turmoil, his energy center slightly closed, and he felt as if he might collapse at any moment in the wind and snow.

Suddenly, his knuckles trembled slightly.

The next instant, a barely perceptible bolt of lightning flashed across his palm.

Chu Ning's expression shifted slightly.

Within his body, the long-dormant Qi Sea seemed to finally respond to the immense pressure. Initially, it was an extremely subtle "prick," like static electricity traveling between the periosteum. Then, the "prickling pain" gradually formed lines and chains, quietly connecting the pivotal points of his entire body.

He closed his eyes, and his five senses became exceptionally clear in that instant.

The sound of the wind on the snowfield was like the soft murmur of metallic strings, resonating deep within the eardrums.

The earth's tremors, stirred up by the distant beasts running, became a second rhythm besides my heartbeat;

The barely perceptible wisps of lightning energy in the air gathered like swimming fish toward the third section of his lightning bone, igniting a sliver of azure light.

It was as if the "thunder veins" within him, which had been ravaged to the limit, were being reconstructed in some strange way.

"...It's not recovery, it's...transformation."

An unprecedented sense of oppression surged from the depths of his bone marrow, as if he were struggling in some higher level of lightning awakening. He vaguely sensed that the form of his lightning bones was undergoing a qualitative change.

A gentle breeze stirred his white hair, and a bolt of purple lightning shattered behind his ear, flashing silently.

He smiled softly:
"Ten days, six life-threatening ordeals."

"I'm still alive." "Then you should be afraid."

He lowered his head, stroked the fox head pendant on his chest that was still slightly warm, and whispered:
"I promised you I would come back."

"But before that, I want to snatch this life back from their mouths."

Chu Ning's fingertips touched the snow, and his skin instantly broke out in bluish-purple ice patterns, as if countless transparent ice worms were gnawing at his veins. His exhaled breath condensed into ice shards before it even hit the ground, and each breath felt like swallowing a blade, the taste of blood and cold poison mingling in his throat.

This isn't cold; it's a chilling poison devouring life.

When the snowstorm subsided, Chu Ning looked north. A black peak pierced the clouds, its summit churning with blood-red mist, resembling the vertical pupils of a giant beast. The pupil-like mist slowly rotated, and no matter how he changed his position, its gaze remained as persistent as a bone-deep wound clinging to his back.

He used the tree to help him stand up and continued forward.

As the snow deepened, a village appeared in the distance, its silhouette against the undulating terrain.

It was a small village built on the edge of a cliff in a snowy plain, surrounded by simple defenses of wooden walls and ice rocks, nestled among the undulating snow-covered hills. The wooden houses were dilapidated, some with roofs collapsed under the weight of snow, but there were several steaming wells in the courtyards, suggesting that this was not a dead end.

At the entrance of the village stands a watchtower three zhang high, built of fir trees with ice embedded in its frame. A man stands atop the tower, clad in lynx hide armor, holding a longbow, with eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

Chu Ning made no attempt to conceal himself, carrying the Broken Snow Blade as he strode through the snow. Though his steps were heavy, his figure stood out like a line splitting through the snow.

The lookout's expression shifted slightly, and he twitched the bowstring.

"Whoosh!"

A long, iron-feathered arrow pierced the air and landed firmly less than half a step in front of Chu Ning.

Chu Ning stopped, his gaze cold without being angry.

A deep male voice came from the watchtower, carrying the cold alertness unique to people from the far north:

"Friend, please go back."

"We don't deliver babies, especially not at this time."

Having said that, the man turned away and said no more, as if he were no longer a person, but a shield facing the wind and snow, only vigilance and no weakness allowed.

Chu Ning was not angry and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, the ground trembled.

A low but heavy groan came from underground, as if some heavy monster was churning under the snow, forcing the air to burst outwards.

"Boom-"

A wall of snow exploded in the distance.

A dozen burly figures burst forth from the snow, their shoulders towering over men, their fangs like knives, their skin covered in remnants of snow and frostbitten flesh. Their charge was fierce, cracking the snow inch by inch.

The lookout suddenly turned around, his expression changing drastically.

"Oh no, it's a Snow Fang Boar!"

The Snowtooth Boar is a ferocious beast commonly found in the far north. It is docile by nature and only retaliates when its territory is invaded.

But at this moment, their eyes were bloodshot, their fangs were cracked, their breathing was heavy, their muscles were bulging, and black spots and pustules were seeping from the skin on their backs, as if some kind of disease had twisted their bestial nature.

What's even more terrifying is that they don't rush towards their prey, but instead pounce straight at the village.

The man on the tower frowned, turned around, and shouted:

"Village guards, listen to my command! Form ranks! Open the defensive line!"

"Everyone in the village must go into the wells or cellars; no one is allowed to remain indoors!"

Several armored figures flew out, and more than ten hunters from the village rushed to the village entrance with heavy, old weapons. They formed a formation quickly and moved efficiently, clearly not the first time they had faced such an attack.

Chu Ningjing stood in the snow, her eyes sharp, fixed on the berserk boars in front of her.

They galloped like thunder, their manes bristling, their fangs blood-red. The snow-covered ground collapsed inch by inch as they surged forward, as if the entire earth's veins were being shaken by their wildness.

The aura emanating from them was no longer the vitality that ordinary ferocious beasts should possess, but rather a murderous intent mixed with a kind of bestiality and evil spirit.

At the village gate, a dozen hunters were already lined up to meet the enemy. Beneath their thick leather armor, their muscles were taut like bowstrings, but their eyes revealed an undisguised fear.

“This…is different from the previous times,” an older hunter murmured, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his iron halberd trembled in his hand.

“Yes, these beasts used to retreat as soon as they reached the edge of the village, they never rammed the door…” another person gritted his teeth and continued, sweat condensing into frost on his forehead.

(End of this chapter)