Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 142 Blood Pillar

"This is not... human swordsmanship." He finally exclaimed, filled with unbelievable fear.

The next instant, lightning broke through the domain, and a slash came down furiously.

Between heaven and earth, only Chu Ning's low shout remained:
"Thunder Blade Suppresses the Boundary".

"boom."

The Thunder Blade Domain completely shattered Li Wujiu's defenses. The thunderous intent was like a chain, a lock, a flame, and a divine judgment, shattering his armor, soul, and spirit inch by inch.

This strike was not only Chu Ning's ultimate move, but also a landmark.

He declared that he would embrace thunder to the bone and attain enlightenment through the sword, embarking on the true journey befitting the name "Thunder Blade Master".

Just as the lightning blade pierced the crack in the city wall.

The entire Wall in the North shook violently.

The underground rune array suddenly exploded, and where the blood pillar had been piercing the sky, a blue lightning pillar that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly erupted and shot straight into the sky.

The ground was frozen and cracked, and the broken lines of the barrier spread like a spider web for hundreds of feet.

Within that pillar of lightning, the phantom of an ancient thunder beast, its entire body engraved with divine runes and its back crackling with lightning, roared to the sky, shattering the remaining barrier. Its roar was like a god awakening, soaring into the heavens and breaking through the void.

—It is the “Northern Thunder Spirit” that Xie Chengjun secretly buried beneath the earth’s veins to suppress the Blood Seal in the far north.

Thunder Spirit roared, and lightning bolts, like a river, descended from the sky and crashed into Chu Ning's Thunder Blade.

In that instant, Chu Ning's sword intent resonated with the thunderous breath, and the lightning of the Broken Snow Blade exploded like the blazing sun, as if a god had taken his body, and the entire Great Wall was bathed in light as if it were daytime.

"Xie Chengjun... you actually had this trick up your sleeve."

Li Wujiu's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice trembled and became uncontrollable.

He frantically channeled his soul power, causing the blood pillar to condense again, but it was directly shattered into mist by the force of the thunder blade piercing his body and the thunder spirit's furious roar. Shattered soul threads spewed from his mouth, and even his heart meridian collapsed inch by inch.

"Qin Wuye, your defeat was not unjust."

"boom."

The lightning domain contracted, and the lightning bolts converged into blades, slicing through everything in their path. The entire "Blood Refining Soul Pillar" was instantly destroyed.

The blood array shattered, the soul nails were destroyed, the gate-guarding array experienced a final burst of power, and the beast tide went out of control in an instant.

The tens of thousands of beasts that had once been driven by the pillar of blood roared wildly to the sky, collapsing like an out-of-control tide, fleeing like an avalanche in a vast ocean, their roars shaking the heavens.

Chu Ning stood atop the ruined city wall, the lightning still lingering, the snow-covered figure held high, his body stained with blood.

He didn't utter a single word, but his eyes held a cold, resolute intensity born of deathly stillness.

The wind and snow struck again, the sky was dark as a tomb curtain, and where the lightning dissipated, only scorched earth and remnants of souls remained.

Chu Ning knelt on one knee, barely breathing. The lightning marks on his body cracked like a spider web, and blood dripped from his palms and fingers onto the snow, melting into scarlet spots.

"clang--"

The Broken Snow Blade slipped from his hand and plunged into the icy ground. The broken part of the blade still retained the lingering aura of lightning, trembling slightly as if letting out a low lament.

His breathing was like a broken bellows, his sternum nearly collapsed, his bones and tendons torn apart, yet he still spoke in a low voice, each word deliberate and etched like a vow carved into an ice wall:

"This city was not given to you."

"You didn't kill this person."

"I've taken this life back."

A sudden gust of wind arose, and snowflakes swirled and danced.

After the pillar of blood collapsed, the world was silent for a moment, with only lightning quietly swirling around his chest, as if some ancient and dormant will was sending a faint resonance to him from the depths of the Great Wall's veins.

That was the remaining thunderous intent of Zhenbei Leiling, and also a wisp of ancient god's lingering breath that had not yet been extinguished.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Tun Yuan slowly spoke, his voice carrying an undisguised solemnity and chilling sarcasm:
"I should have guessed it sooner."

"Your body of lightning bones, tendons, and skin... if it were merely a human talent, how could it possibly activate that 'remnant of an ancient god'?"

He gave a half-smile, his voice low and deep, like a whisper in the night:
"Chu Ning, your blood... is really not clean."

Chu Ning remained silent, offering no reply. He simply placed his hand once more on the hilt of the Broken Snow Blade, slowly rising to his feet, lightning reappearing on his back. The wind and snow lashed against his white hair, his figure slender yet unyielding like a monument.

The whispers of the Abyss still echoed in his ears, a voice that contained sarcasm, probing, and a hint of unacknowledged wariness and interest:
"Who exactly are you? Are you the chosen one, or are you walking towards a predetermined fate?"

"I'm really looking forward to seeing...whether you'll eventually kneel down."

Chu Ning simply exhaled a mouthful of blood mist, looked up at the collapsed blood pillar remnants, and responded in a low voice:

"Who I am is not for you to decide."

"It shouldn't be decided by this dynasty either."

"I am who I am, and I decide for myself."

Dozens of feet away, an old soldier from the Zhenwu Division slowly walked out of the ruins, his arm injured, and picked up a broken halberd with his other hand.

He gazed at the shattered city walls and the mountain of fallen corpses, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly knelt on one knee, planted the broken halberd upright in the snow, and murmured:

"...We held on."

As the wind and snow swept by, several of his comrades followed suit and silently knelt down.

"We held on!"

"For the Marquis Wu, for my brothers... we held on!"

Shouts echoed from beneath the beacon tower, and in an instant, before the dilapidated Great Wall, old soldiers knelt in unison, their shouts as loud as drums and thunder.

The scattered remnants of thunder fell like embers, like the flames that had burned out the will of the gods, drifting beneath the crumbling sky above the Great Wall.

Chu Ning knelt in the snow, half of his body covered in blood, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he could hear the blade humming.

That was the mournful cry of weapons, the panting of battle spirits born from the fusion of thunder and blood.

"call……"

A very low breath escaped his throat, like thunder that had been suppressed for too long, finally finding an outlet deep within his chest.

He slowly lowered his head, his chest bones trembling violently, lightning patterns intertwining with his veins like a torn lightning net, twisting and burning between his bones and flesh, emitting a teeth-grinding crackling sound.

His right arm hung limply in the snow, no longer under his control; the skin and flesh were charred and cracked, the bones were twisted, and he had lost even the most basic strength to grip a knife.

It wasn't a simple injury or broken bone; it was the depletion and shattering caused by an overload of lightning energy. He knew that even if he didn't die, without the divine power of lightning to repair it, this arm would never be able to return to its original state.

Within his dantian, his true energy was nearly depleted, with only a wisp of residual thunderous intent struggling and leaping. But even more deadly was the wisp of thunderous poison that he had forcibly infused into him, which was now like a snake burrowing into his heart, penetrating his meridians and heading straight for his heart acupoint along his spiritual meridians.

It was supposed to be his divine might to slay enemies, but now it has transformed into the sharpest blade, severing his soul and will inch by inch.

"puff--"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, the bright red spreading across the snow like a mark left by heaven and earth.

The wind and snow were like piercing blows, but he couldn't feel the cold.

He could hear the mournful cry of the Thunder Bone within his body, a low growl of impending collapse, like a palace pillar bearing the might of thunder for millennia about to crumble.

A faint, deep call came from the depths of his mind.

“Zhen…Bei…”

It was some lingering will responding, it was Lei Ling spying. He wasn't sure if it was salvation or the beginning of the next calamity.

All he knew was that if he did not retrieve the divine will that suppressed the Thunder Bone, his body would be completely shattered.

He gripped the Broken Snow Blade tightly, and even though his finger bones were cracking, blood was flowing endlessly, and his right arm was crippled, he still slowly got up.

As always, they struggled to rise from the pile of corpses.

This is not a victory, it is a life left untouched.

The faint sound of Tun Yuan's voice reached my ears; it was neither mockery nor seduction, but just a low, cold laugh.

"Can your body really hold up?"

(End of this chapter)