Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 155 The Tearing Apart Between Truth and Falsehood
He returned to the snowy battlefield, his gaze sharp as lightning and cold as a frost-covered blade.

That tenderness lasted only a moment, yet it was etched into my bones.

That wavering lasted only a moment, yet it was already resolute.

He drew his sword and stood there, his aura soaring to the heavens:
"I still have a long way to go."

Outside, the second wave technique of the Ghost Throat Maiden was taking shape, but it collapsed and disintegrated under Chu Ning's furious strike of the Thunderous Intent that broke through the realm.

"You are not worthy to borrow her voice!"

Chu Ning roared like thunder, raising his left arm high, and the Thunder Bone Blade shot out from between his fingers.

"You are not worthy to even consider my thoughts!"

The blade fell like thunder, cleaving through the night, tearing through the blood-red shadows, and slashing straight at the altar.

The soul was torn apart like silk, and before the ghostly female entertainer could utter her blood-stained scream, it was swallowed up by the lightning.

She struggled desperately, but it was too late.

Chu Ning half-squatted on the ground, pointing his left finger at the ground.

Thunder roared, and lightning patterns snaked out from beneath his feet, entangling the heavens and earth and sealing off all directions.

"Lightning Pattern Ambush!"

The light wove a net, trapping the remnant soul of the haunting female entertainer within its array.

Her bloody mouth rolled back, her voice swirling, yet she was suppressed inch by inch by the lightning lock.

The wind and snow fell again, returning the far north to its cold and solemn silence.

Beneath the lightning, Chu Ning slowly stood up, gazing at the slightly trembling fox head pendant on his chest.

"She's still here."

“Your falsetto… is ultimately just an illusion.” His voice was deep and firm.

"Giggle...giggle..."

With a sharp cracking sound, the soul shadow shattered and then reconstructed.

She crawled out from the cracks in the lightning array, her mouth and ears split open, her soul threads tangled, her body stitched with bone curses, and her shoulders draped in a fox fur coat—she was clearly a "sound demon."

Her throat opened slightly, her eyes vacant. A single, glistening tear of blood slid from her ruptured throat.

The blood and tears were icy cold, and upon landing, they transformed into a bone-chilling ice crystal, from which ancient incantations seeped out, rotating and forming an array.

Whenever she launches a sonic attack, a line of ice crystal blood tears falls, connecting the ground to form a ring.

“Sixth grade, top-grade…” Chu Ning’s pupils constricted.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the ice crystal array.

One by one, "faceless singers" crawled out from under the ice.

They wore tattered white robes, their mouths silent yet chanting a dirge in unison, the melody ethereal yet carrying an irresistible allure to the soul.

"Chu Ning... stay..."

"You're too tired..."

"Put her down...and you will find peace..."

The sweeter the song, the stronger the murderous intent.

The blood-red maw opened again, and a crimson sonic blade slashed down with a deafening roar.

The sound waves were visible, as if a jagged line of lava had split open in mid-air, slicing through space and tearing apart the snow and wind. Blood mist rose from the snow along the cut marks, as if the earth itself was howling.

Chu Ning's figure flashed, his left arm rose, and thunder roared.

"Thunder Prison Lock!"

As his fingers touched the ground, streaks of silver-white lightning spread out from beneath his feet, moving like electric snakes, instantly clashing with the sonic blade.

"boom."

The purple-gold lightning and blood-red sonic waves exploded in the air, turning into a chaotic vortex that shattered the ten-mile-long ice cliff, causing the mountain to crack like a mirror, and blood mist soared into the sky.

Expanding into the field of sound waves.

The world turned upside down, gravity became disordered, and the sounds came and went, making it seem as if Chu Ning was surrounded by an inverted abyss.

The faceless singers spun around him, each note like a needle piercing his consciousness.

The sonic demon of the Ghost Throat appeared and disappeared in the spatial rift, its blood flute blaring and sonic blades unleashing a barrage of sound waves that slashed at Chu Ning like a rain of knives.

He flipped sideways, lightning gathering between his fingers, and slashed at the sound blades several times at close range. Each collision of the lightning patterns and the sound of blood shook his internal organs.

"cut!"

He spun his left arm, and the Thunder Blade swept across, forcing back several sound waves. However, the sound waves continued relentlessly, their attack growing stronger.

"ended."

Chu Ning spoke softly, and Lei Xi subsided.

He slightly spread his five fingers, and in his left palm, a five-colored lightning ball quietly condensed. When the lightning ball first formed, it was no bigger than a fingertip and was inconspicuous, like a drop of morning dew or a ripple of mercury, gentle and without sharpness.

Only those who observe closely can perceive that deep within it, five different kinds of thunder intertwine and resonate: scorching yang thunder, chilling yin thunder, clear and austere frost thunder, passionate heart thunder, and soul thunder that captivates the spirit.

The lightning energy was contained, yet it exuded an oppressive aura that seemed capable of destroying the very essence of divine consciousness.

"Ah……"

The wind and snow in the world remained unchanged, and even the somber female entertainer sneered, "You actually dare to think you can fight me with this little bead?"

After saying that, the blood shadow turned into a streak of light and his figure flashed out.

She had already formed her Sound Demon form, moving with lightning speed. Her soul threads surged, and she charged towards Chu Ning's brow with a sound blade.

However, in the next instant, something unexpected happened.

The ball of lightning suddenly trembled, and the surrounding space seemed to tighten abruptly, as if an invisible hand had grasped heaven and earth. The wind and snow stopped, and all was silent.

Within the thunder sphere, five-colored thunder patterns intertwined, and the soul's breath, divine consciousness, and the will of heaven and earth resonated and surged within it, like ten thousand thunderbolts lying dormant, waiting only for a thought to unseal them.

A distance of ten zhang.

She didn't notice anything amiss, her eyes filled with mockery.

Seven zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her soul felt a faint burning sensation.

Five feet.

“This…this is not right…” A kind of instinctive fear rose from the depths of her soul, and she paused slightly.

Her eyes suddenly changed drastically, and she froze, as if some instinct roared from the depths of her soul:

"Danger!"

That seemingly docile ball of lightning is now like the core of a celestial punishment, crushing the void.

Each bounce of the lightning ball felt like a blow to her soul platform; her movements were no longer fluid, and fear appeared in her eyes.

"No!"

The female entertainer's expression changed drastically, and she turned around abruptly, trying to escape.

But she didn't know that from the moment the lightning ball condensed, Chu Ning's divine sense had already locked onto her soul source.

He uttered a single word: "Explode."

The lightning ball instantly blazed with purple light, and five-colored lightning burst forth like exploding stars.

"boom!!"

The lightning ball transformed into a comet of lightning, piercing through the wind and snow with earth-shattering force, heading straight for the Sound Demon.

The female entertainer with the dark throat fled in terror, her soul darting hundreds of feet, but the lightning bolts, like a leech, clung to her every step, following closely behind.

"Ahhh-"

She screamed like a sob, roared like a wail, her soul threads swirling and trying to transform into countless sounds to block out the thunder, but to no avail.

A second tremor followed, and the lightning ball suddenly exploded.

Five bolts of lightning descended from the void, transforming into five-clawed lightning dragons that intertwined as they fell.

The body of the Sound Demon crumbled inch by inch as the Thunder Dragon tore at it, and the soul of the Ghost Throat Maiden screamed in agony, as if tearing itself apart.

"High Priest... has his eye on you... Thunderous Body..."

"You are... the next one..."

The blood mist dissipated into the air, the remnants of souls scattered, and the world returned to deathly silence.

Chu Ning stood quietly in place.

Thunderous breath, like wind sweeping away snow, silently returns to the heart.

He gently touched the pendant on his chest and whispered:

"Qingli's voice."

"Only she can say for sure."

As the words were spoken, the fox head pendant trembled slightly, as if sensing its owner's determination.

Lei Xin returned to calm, but from then on, a divine punishment lightning mark was added to the world, imprinted deep in the marrow of the far northern snowfield.

……

Deep within Chu Ning's sea of ​​consciousness, Lei Xin, like the moon, was already stirring with wisps of black mist.

Those are the soul threads of the Devouring Abyss.

From the start of the battle, he quietly released his soul threads, which, like a spider web, silently attached themselves to the blood puppet remains that Chu Ning had shattered, absorbing the wandering soul power of the battlefield.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when Chu Ning was at his weakest... at his most painful... and at his most wavering. At the same time, he was also waiting for the moment when Youhou's soul was in the most turmoil and at its weakest.

(End of this chapter)