Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 141 Sword Domain

Chu Ning was covered in lightning patterns, his aura as chaotic as a vortex, yet he still gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

"Xie Chengjun is guarding the city, I am guarding my life."

"You nourished the pillar with ten thousand souls and forged the city with blood."

"A person like you doesn't deserve to stay in this city."

Dark clouds loomed overhead, and the wind and snow howled like mournful cries.

Li Wujiu sneered and stepped forward. Beneath his silver armor, blood patterns slithered like snakes. A palm-sized blood mark suddenly appeared in his palm, its surface interwoven with crimson lightning patterns, sealing countless painful and twisted soul faces.

"You're just a mere eighth-rank official, what right do you have to say these things to me?"

He suddenly raised his hand, and the bloodstain seemed to fall from the sky, thunder roared, and blazing light illuminated the entire Great Wall.

"Let me see just how much you, 'Thunder Blade Master,' really are."

"—Blood Pillar: Soul Devouring!"

With a low shout from Li Wujiu, the blood pillar beneath the entire city wall suddenly reverberated, as if an evil god suppressed for a thousand years had opened a blood-red eye.

"Om-"

The next instant, a beam of blood-red light, as thick as a giant pillar supporting the sky, shot straight into the heavens, piercing through the clouds and tearing apart the snowy sky.

The air seemed to freeze into molten iron, the temperature suddenly dropped, the wind and snow stopped, and all was silent.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce wind arose, and all the souls trembled and howled.

The entire northern fortress seemed to be slowly sucked away by an invisible vortex.

Between heaven and earth, countless threads of soul light faintly appeared, flying against the sky like blood-red petals, drifting out from houses and ruins.

A child convulsed in terror in his mother's arms, an old woman stumbled and fell in the snow, and a young soldier roared and drew his sword, only to have a glimmer of light disappear from between his brows in return.

Their souls were as if being slowly and painfully peeled away from their seven orifices by an unseen hand.

Within the pillar of blood, the soul threads intertwined and twisted in the air, transforming into thousands of swirling, dancing blood snakes that howled as they plunged into the pillar.

"Auntie!"

"help me!"

"Dad, it hurts so much!"

The screams, wails, groans, and guttural roars mingled together, like the horns of hell sounding.

Behind a collapsed wooden house, an old soldier from the Zhenwu Division trembled as he held a child in his arms—the orphan of his son who had died in battle.

He was already severely injured, and his soul threads flew out from his mouth and nose, but he gritted his teeth and severed the soul thread that was leading to the child with a single slash, spraying blood.

The child lay unconscious, but the old soldier fell backward, muttering the words that man had left in the camp:

"Father, if I die, you must protect her and raise her to adulthood."

He finally did it.

Zhao Tianyu had already rushed to the front, covered in wounds, his long sword having severed countless beast bodies.

He roared, howled, and gave orders, but could only watch helplessly as one of his comrades, the deputy general who had once defended the city alongside him, fell silent.

The other person's eyes were bloodshot, their face devoid of consciousness, and their soul strands, like flickering lamp wicks, drifted towards the pillar of blood.

Zhao Tianyu rushed forward, trying to pull back that wisp of soul light, even if it was just a tiny bit.

But all they managed to get was a wisp of cold snow dust.

Before the general's soul was annihilated, a glimmer of clarity seemed to flash in his eyes.

His lips twitched, as if to say:
"...Tianyu...guard the Great Wall."

Then, there was no more talk.

Zhao Tianyu let out a low growl, his hot tears freezing in the cold wind, and the veins on his neck bulging.

"—Li Wujiu, you're insane!"

On the high platform, Li Wujiu laughed loudly, his black hair flying and his blood-red robe billowing!
"Crazy? Hahahaha."

Do you think this world is maintained by loyalty and righteousness?

"Xie Chengjun guarded the position for ten years, but what did he get in return? He was stripped of his military power, burdened with infamy, and had his family stripped of their honors."

"You bunch of useless trash, you're not fit to guard our land."

He opened his arms as if to embrace the towering pillar of blood and countless souls: "Only by offering blood to the people and gathering divine seeds can I break the will of heaven and prove my eternal life."

High in the sky, countless soul shadows tumbled within the pillar of blood, revealing blurry human faces as they struggled, howled, glared, and roared against the pillar walls.

They were children, the elderly, or soldiers in life, but now they are nothing more than fuel for the "God Body Project".

But Li Wujiu cried out in wild joy: "—With this, I will awaken the Blood Eye. With this, I will become a god!"

The ground trembled slightly, and the distant beast tide roared and shook, as if drawn by the pillar of blood, losing all its spirituality.

Chu Ning stood amidst the ruins, the lightning still blazing, his gaze intense.

At that moment, his eyes ignited with true killing intent.

"...You are not worthy of being human."

Li Wujiu took a step forward, and a pillar of blood and lightning crashed down on Chu Ning.

Chu Ning's eyes widened in anger, his lips clenched so tightly that he gritted his teeth and forcefully summoned the power of his Thunder Bone and Thunder Tendon. Lightning surged from his bone marrow, protecting his entire body.

"boom!!"

The lightning collided with the pillar of blood, creating a deafening roar! He was like a broken sail or a wrecked boat, blasted several feet away by the blow, spitting out blood, his aura becoming violently chaotic, and his lightning energy nearly collapsing.

He teleported three zhang in an instant, formed a hand seal with his left hand, and his lightning tendons surged like a river, once again creating a powerful resonance.

Lightning burst forth from his entire body, transforming into thorns and barbs that retaliated against him.

But a price came with it.

Chu Ning suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left eye, his tendon burst, blood gushed from his eye socket, and he went blind instantly.

Li Wujiu sneered again, his palm unleashing countless soul threads that struck Chu Ning's heart meridian.

"You damned fool, still dare to resist? Sacrifice your soul and merge it into my pillar!"

—Directly targeting the soul, sealing and refining the spirit.

Chu Ning's lightning had dissipated, his vital energy was depleted, and his body was swaying precariously.

Right now.

The sea of ​​consciousness surged like a tide, when suddenly a cold, sharp explosion rang out.

"Let me control myself for three breaths and slay this ant!"

That was the voice of Tun Yuan, roaring and exploding in Chu Ning's soul like a thousand thunderbolts, filled with a frenzied thirst for slaughter.

"If you don't die, I will."

Chu Ning's bloodshot eyes snapped open, and lightning surged all over his body. Even as his bones cracked and his internal organs burned, he refused to bow his head in death.

"If anyone's to be executed, it will be me!"

The Thunder Blade flipped, its blade like an inverted crescent moon, rising from the ground and drawing a streak of lightning that pierced the sky.

"Silent World—Destroyed!"

The moment the blade fell, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The next moment, the heavens and earth trembled.

"--boom!"

A sword domain surrounded by lightning exploded and unfolded around Chu Ning, landing with a thud.

Before the sword was drawn, the domain arrived first.

In the blink of an eye, the energy of heaven and earth was locked, the wind and snow froze, and all things seemed to be sliced ​​open by an invisible blade. The Thunder Extreme Blade Intent manifested as a domain, and lightning surged like rivers flowing backward and light flowed like a galaxy, plunging down from the heavens as if to cut the entire battlefield and the sky down to dust.

At that moment, the void trembled like a drum, and even the cold sky changed color.

The entire battlefield seemed to be engulfed in a nightmare woven from the intent of swords. Deep within the space, a phantom of a god, formed from lightning, slowly coalesced behind Chu Ning, its eyes blazing with fury, its armor adorned with interwoven lightning scales, and its hands raised high with the Blade of Broken Snow, as if it had traveled from the time when the ancient gods fell to earth.

That was not an illusion; it was the divine shadow condensed from the intent of the sword, a killing intent that compressed the origin of thunder, the will to fight, and the obsession with life into a single moment.

Before the thunder arrived, the suppression was already complete.

Heaven and earth are like a prison, the universe is silent.

Li Wujiu suddenly realized that his true energy circulation had stagnated, and his soul seemed to be frozen in the layers of thundercloud sword intent. His aura was collapsing, his soul power was cracking, and in his vision, there was only a line of cold light wrapped in the intent of thunder, coming to cleave the sky and split the earth.

(End of this chapter)