Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 132 The Five Ghosts Killing Game
The wind and snow were like blades, and the world was silent.

The entire far northern snowfield seemed to be shrouded in a silent, oppressive atmosphere.

Chu Ning, draped in a tattered cloak, moved slowly through the boundless white expanse, his figure like a gray shadow, blending into the heavens and earth. He had been away from Yaya Village for nearly two days, the sky had not cleared, and the wind and snow continued unabated, as if the entire far north was brewing a whisper that did not belong to the mortal world.

Along the way, he saw neither a person nor a beast, only snow-covered mountains and rivers, withered branches and frozen earth, as if the entire land was sealed by some ancient force.

The icy poison penetrated through the snow, slowly eroding along the meridians, like a thousand needles gnawing at the bone. Every time Chu Ning circulated a wisp of true energy, he had to sever the pain in his mind.

He wasn't walking fast.

He dared not go fast.

In the snowy plains, true energy shines like a lamp, becoming more prominent the brighter it shines. Even the slightest leakage could alert those lurking in the shadows. However, the circulation of true energy within his body was sluggish, so he could only use the "Void Spirit Bell" to seal his life force and move stealthily with small, cautious steps.

Even so, a deep sense of doubt and unease still arose in his heart.

"I clearly concealed all my aura, so why... were they still able to catch up?"

This wasn't the first time he'd been hunted down.

But never before has it been so precise, so silent.

It was as if, before he even took his first step, the murderous intent had already laid out its path, waiting for him to walk into it.

An inexplicable sense of oppression, like the wind and snow, is invisible yet impossible to dispel.

The ice beneath my feet creaked and cracked almost imperceptibly, as if it were being shaken by some deeper energy.

In the entire world, he was the only one breathing.

Just as this deathly silence was about to solidify.

Snow and fog surged.

Five figures emerged from the swirling snow, like ghosts walking out of a crack in the cold night, and slowly surrounded Chu Ning.

At that moment, a flash of lightning appeared in Chu Ning's eyes, and his fingers quietly touched the hilt of the Broken Snow Blade.

He knew that this time, it wouldn't be a flight.

Yes, forcing a war.

At the forefront, a man dressed in black walked through the snow, his figure tall and slender, his long silver hair fluttering in the wind, his face as pale as paper, yet his expression indifferent and cold.

He held a long banner, its cloth as black as night, with purplish-black chains coiled and intertwined on it, like ghostly claws binding bones, moving with the wind. Wherever the banner passed, the air shimmered with a dreamlike, ethereal light, and amidst the fluttering sound, faint, low ghostly moans could be heard coming from somewhere between heaven and earth.

That sound was unlike anything from ordinary things.

Chu Ning's gaze narrowed slightly as he experienced for the first time the "sense of ritual" emanating from his enemy.

The man in black slowly planted the banner in the snow without moving a finger, yet the surrounding atmosphere suddenly froze.

It was an indescribable oppression, as if one's soul had been quietly sealed away, and the "flow" of heaven and earth seemed to be frozen at that moment.

"You are... Chu Ning?" The man in black finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant, like a spring dripping onto a stone wall, carrying an eerie echo.

Chu Ning frowned slightly, but did not answer. He simply tightened his grip on the hilt of the Broken Snow Blade.

The man chuckled softly, his expression a mix of mockery and condescending scrutiny: "A mere tenth-rank superior, yet you dare to venture to the far north. Your courage is indeed commendable."

"However, are you aware that the Prince has designated you as his 'deadly enemy'? With your soul imprinted on you, your life and death are no longer in your own hands?"

He patted the banner pole, his voice calm and unhurried, “This banner is called the ‘Soul-Locking Banner,’ personally bestowed by the King. Anyone struck by the power of this banner can have their soul captured, their spirit bound, and their life or death decided.”

"Remember this." His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was as low as a ghostly curse: "I am Qin Wuye, the head of the Soul-Sealing Hunting Division of Prince Duan." As his voice fell, four figures slowly stepped out from the snow mist behind him.

Clad in gray armor, their aura chilling, their light steps caused the snow to crumble inch by inch. As they circulated their spiritual energy, the cold glint of their weapons began to emerge, making them resemble travelers from the dead.

The man on the left carried a crimson iron chain on his shoulder, its links covered with barbs. As he walked, the chain dragged on the ground, emitting a piercing metallic clang. He grinned, revealing gleaming white fangs: "I am the Blood Chain Follower. The souls this chain has collected are enough to pave your path to the Yellow Springs."

Beside him, a tall, thin figure held a frost crystal ice spike, his movements elusive, his laughter like shattered ice striking a teapot: "'Ice Spike Shadow,' I'm here. Your meager true energy is enough to freeze me three times over."

The other man was burly, with a giant bone blade on his shoulder, the blade engraved with the roar of demonic beasts, his aura surging: "The Bone-Breaking Demon is here, tenth-grade flesh and blood? With one strike, I can even break the Thunder Bone."

The last one was the smallest, clad in armor as thick as mist, with wisps of poisonous fog swirling beneath it. A thin tube hung from her nose, and her backpack was filled with needle pouches and poisonous talismans. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke softly, "Cold Needle Princess... you won't like me touching you, but I'll make you regret ever being born."

The four men stood to Qin Wuye's left and right, their steps slow, but their formation was already complete.

"You wouldn't understand this anyway, so I'll let you see it before you die," Qin Wuye said with a faint smile.

"—The Five Ghosts Sealing Formation."

The formation remained unmoved, yet its oppressive aura was already present. Heaven and earth seemed sealed off, the snow and wind still, with only the eerie light resonating with the Soul-Locking Banner, as if foreshadowing an impending deadly trap with no chance of escape.

Chu Ning's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze sharpened, and he vaguely sensed the extraordinary nature of this formation.

At that moment, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, Tun Yuan chuckled softly, his voice carrying an unusual solemnity and surprise:

"...Five Ghosts Sealing Formation".

Chu Ning felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Tun Yuan continued, "This is not an ordinary encirclement formation, but a killing formation of the former subordinates of 'Kishiro'."

The Five Ghosts Squad originated from the Blood Soul Legion of the Blood Refining Hall, specifically designed to surround and kill Soul Weapon Hosts, those of alien bloodlines, and those who defy fate. The five members of the formation are respectively responsible for trapping, poisoning, killing, sealing, and controlling. Once they gain momentum, they can imprison a city or slaughter an entire clan.

"You mean they were originally the Blood Soul Legion of the Blood Refining Hall? But now they've become Prince Duan's personal guards?"

Chu Ning raised an eyebrow slightly.

"So that means..." his mind raced, "Prince Duan has long been in cahoots with the Blood Refining Hall?"

Tun Yuan sneered: "There should be no mistake. The reason he summoned the Heavenly Tribulation that day was simply to obtain my soul. Apart from the other eleven evil spirits of the Blood Refining Hall, no one knows what use my soul is."

At this moment, the snow wind was like a knife, the five ghosts were lined up, and the soul-locking banner fluttered loudly.

Qin Wuye stepped forward, his voice as cold as snow falling on branches at night, but not angry: "Chu Ning."

"Considering that you have been tempered by the tribulation of lightning and are destined by Heaven, and that Your Majesty is benevolent, I originally intended to seal your soul to refine a 'true god's body,' so that it would be indestructible and incorruptible."

"If you know what's good for you, kneel down and be bound, and you will still retain a shred of your sanity."

His voice was calm, yet his murderous intent was palpable.

Chu Ning chuckled softly, his eyes icy cold.

"Prince Duan? If he truly wants my life... why doesn't he come and take it himself?"

"Are you afraid of being struck by lightning, or are you afraid that I'll bring lightning and... kill him along with me?"

He slowly raised the Snowbreaker Blade, lightning flashing faintly in the snow, its sound like a frost-covered blade piercing ice:

"Those who collect human souls to make artifacts, if you don't consider yourselves human, then I don't mind..."

"...Kill a few ghosts."

(End of this chapter)