Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 128 Demonstrating Power and Establishing Authority
"Why? Why did you suddenly become so crazy?"

"They seem... to be unafraid of death anymore."

The brief but anxious conversation rose and fell in the wind and snow, the tone filled with barely suppressed fear and unease.

And right now.

"Hey...wait a minute, look, there's another person on the snow outside."

Someone pointed to the distance, amidst the snow and mist.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white-haired boy standing alone in the snowfield, dozens of steps away from the village. His cloak was tattered, his waist knife was at his side, and he stood with his back to the wind. The snow behind him was trodden into a shallow arc, as if he had come from the wind and was about to walk into some unknown.

"...Who is he?" someone whispered, frowning.

"How could anyone from our village dare to be outside at this time?"

The man guarding the watchtower also spotted the figure, his expression changed slightly, and he muttered a curse under his breath.

He said with a stern face, "An outsider... I sent him away, but who knew these beasts would just show up by chance."

His tone was unease, as if he was worried that he shouldn't have driven people away.

"You should have said so earlier!" a younger villager exclaimed anxiously. "That child looks injured, and he doesn't seem to have any protective gear..."

Ignoring the lookouts' warnings, he suddenly waved and shouted in Chu Ning's direction:

"Hey... kid!"

"Move over here! We'll let you in..."

"If you stay outside, they'll tear you to pieces!"

The hunters also turned to look at the white-haired figure. Their initial wariness gradually transformed into an almost instinctive sense of kinship—a faint but unbreakable bond between humans amidst the wind, snow, and death.

They didn't know who Chu Ning was, but at this moment, they didn't want to see a living person torn apart by these crazed beasts in front of the village.

Despite the wind and snow, Chu Ning's expression remained unchanged.

He glanced at them quietly, his gaze as calm as a knife, then lowered his head, patted the Broken Snow Blade at his waist, and slowly stepped forward.

Chu Ning paused slightly upon hearing the villagers' shouts.

The wind and snow lashed his face, but he stood still, neither responding immediately nor running towards the village entrance.

His gaze swept indifferently over the snow-toothed boars charging past him. These enormous beasts with protruding tusks seemed to completely ignore him, whizzing past him with their massive hooves kicking up dust that rose a few feet high, yet they didn't even scratch his clothes.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, black lightning swirled, causing the void to tremble.

A shadowy figure slowly emerged from the depths of Chu Ning's mind. Tun Yuan's voice, as always, was mocking and dismissive, like a demonic chant in the mist, echoing in Chu Ning's ears:

"Do you... need some help?"

"You only need to utter one word, and I can make your thunder blade sweep across all beasts, crushing these berserk beasts into bloody pulp."

Chu Ning remained silent, only staring coldly ahead at the snowfield, his gaze as steady as a mountain, unwavering.

Tun Yuan chuckled softly, then spoke again as if interested:
"Why are you saving these ants?"

Is it pity? Or self-deception?

The tone grew colder, low and menacing like the tolling of a death knell.

"Don't pretend."

“You’re just using their lives to prove you’re still a human being—not me.”

"But if you refuse me, the next moment you will become minced meat under their feet."

The lightning trembled slightly, and the Broken Snow Blade in Chu Ning's palm emitted a faint hum, the lightning patterns wanting to move but forcibly suppressed.

He spoke softly, his tone as cold as frost:
If I became you—

He paused, then let out a cold laugh, his tone subtly revealing a suppressed, fierce edge:

"That is... the greatest betrayal of them."

Tun Yuan remained silent for a moment.

After a moment, he laughed, his voice low and menacing:
"Your bones... are not completely rotten yet."

"But it doesn't matter."

You'll understand someday.

"To walk through the mud, one must go barefoot; to tread the path of destiny, one must first be stained with blood."

"I'll be there when you kneel down and beg me." The voice suddenly sank into his mind, as if it had never appeared, yet it seemed to have always been lurking there.

This scene, witnessed by the hunters on the tower and at the village gate, was even more chilling.

"They...don't attack him?"

"Who is he?"

No one dared to ask any more questions, but they felt more and more that the white-haired boy's figure in the snow and mist had an inexplicable eeriness and coldness.

"Bam—"

The first snow-toothed boar charged to the front of the village and crashed heavily into the wooden fence.

The thick wooden stake snapped instantly, sending splinters flying and knocking away three hunters who were blocking its way. One of them was sent flying into the house, crashing into half of the eaves.

The second and third heads followed closely behind, like an avalanche or a torrent.

"We can't stop them!" a villager shouted in terror. "They've gone mad! They're charging straight into the crowd!"

The man on the tower's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply:
"Archers, suppress them! Don't let them break in!"

The bowstrings twanged repeatedly, and arrows rained down like a storm.

However, those snow-toothed boars had muscles like stone armor, and arrows only caused a few drops of blood when they hit them, which only fueled their frenzy.

"Boom!"

One of the boars suddenly leaped up and crashed into half of the watchtower, causing the villager guarding the tower to fall from a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and crash heavily into the snow. His fate is unknown.

Amidst the snow and mist, several boars charged into the village entrance, their blasts like a tidal wave, overturning stone basins and knocking down walls, before hurtling towards the panicked villagers who were fleeing in terror.

Two elderly people and a woman and child who were unable to escape were tackled to the ground and were about to be trampled into a bloody pulp.

At this critical moment, a figure stepped out from the wind and snow.

Chu Ning took a step forward, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Lightning flashed from his palm and gathered, while the remaining lightning energy in his body surged into his dantian along his meridians and poured into the Snow-Breaking Blade.

His movements were slow but extremely steady, like a lone wolf slowly pouncing down from the mountains, his eyes cold and his steps calm. At this moment, he seemed to separate from the wind and snow and become the blade that cuts through the snow.

Lightning surged up from the blade's spine, like pulsating blood.

The Blade of Broken Snow was raised high above the shoulder, and the sound of thunder gathered into a line amidst the sound of the blade.

"—Awakening of Insects".

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap or falling snow.

"boom."

A streak of lightning suddenly unfolded in the night sky, slashing across like a rainbow and tearing through the gale.

Where the lightning struck, the snow rose ten feet into the air, thunder rumbled, and cracks of electric arcs appeared in the air, as if a heavenly tribulation had descended upon the human world.

The three snow-toothed boars, which were running wildly, were almost simultaneously cleaved in half at the waist, their flesh and blood splattering, leaving their mangled corpses lying scattered.

That single strike blasted a trench more than ten feet long into the snow, sending snow fragments flying into the air as if a mountain had collapsed.

The lightning dissipated, and the wind and snow fell silent.

The villagers stood frozen in place at the entrance.

Only the lingering thunderous intent remained in the air, and the blood mist mixed with lightning rolled silently in the cold night, as if everything had stopped for a moment.

The Broken Snow Blade trembled slightly in Chu Ning's hand, its cold light still gleaming, and the lightning patterns on its blade faintly visible.

He didn't turn around, only glanced coldly at the remaining raging beasts, and muttered to himself:
"If you know the word 'fear,' then retreat."

The snow-toothed boars seemed to sense some kind of suppressing force. They stopped charging, let out a low growl, and scattered to both sides, no longer charging forward.

Only then did the hunters at the village gate react, gasping in shock as they looked at the boy standing amidst the scorched marks left by the snow and thunder.

His white hair flowed over his shoulders, his robes were tattered, yet his aura was like that of a lone peak atop a towering snow cliff, unyielding and unyielding.

The tower keeper, who had just climbed up, looked on in surprise and muttered to himself:

"He... is not an ordinary person."

The carcass of the snow-toothed boar lay across the village entrance, a silent warning, its blood staining a corner of the silvery-white world.

(End of this chapter)