Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 62 Pay off the debt

"Who are you?" The shopkeeper asked, his face pale with shock and anger.

Chu Ning responded calmly, each word chilling: "Seven days a week? Your Wang family treats the lives of everyone in the entire county like coins. Today, you will pay for this debt with your blood."

"Swoosh!" A blade flashed through the air, its cold light disappearing in an instant. Before the shopkeeper could react, both his wrists were severed by the sharp blade, blood gushing from the cuts and splattering all over the ground.

The bronze abacus then fell to the ground, scattering coins all over the floor with a crisp, chaotic clattering sound on the tiles.

He cowered and backed away in terror, his face as pale as paper, his lips trembling uncontrollably: "You...you are...that bastard child of the Chu family?"

Chu Ning's gaze darkened, but he did not answer.

Just now.

"boom!"

Two streaks of blood-red light suddenly shot out from the shadows, revealing two blood puppets hidden in the house! But before they could get close, Chu Ning's golden eyes suddenly lit up, lightning surged, and lightning burst forth from his palm.

With a thunderous crash, the blood puppet was instantly torn to shreds by the power of lightning, leaving not even a trace behind.

His expression was indifferent as he scanned the entire room.

The shelves were filled with all sorts of precious porcelain vases, jade artifacts, and rare ancient scrolls, but at this moment, all the wealth that the Wang family had amassed seemed as pale and powerless as dirt.

Only one place.

His gaze sharpened as he fixed his eyes on a row of flame-patterned darts neatly arranged in a hidden compartment in the wall.

Completely crimson, with faint flame patterns appearing on the dart's body, it was a unique weapon of the Li Huo Palace.

Li Jing'an frowned, his expression grave. "Flame Pattern Dart... a secret weapon of the Li Huo Palace. The Wang family is actually colluding with them; the situation is no longer as simple as it seems on the surface."

Chu Ning slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the few Wang family servants trembling in the corner.

They collapsed like mud, their faces ashen, their trouser legs soaked with cold sweat and urine, yet not one dared to flee, not one dared to utter a sound.

Chu Ning's eyes were cold. He raised his wrist, the blade vibrated slightly, lightning flashed, and killing intent surged out like a tidal wave.

"die."

"Qiang!"

At that very moment, a black iron chain appeared out of nowhere.

The chain, engraved with dark blue runes, coiled around Chu Ning's blade like a serpent. The lightning runes clashed, bursting into sparks that actually suppressed the impending torrent of thunderous blade energy.

Chu Ning frowned slightly, and a fighting spirit suddenly surged in his golden eyes.

Don't waste your energy.

Li Jing'an stepped forward from the side, gripping the iron chain tightly, his expression sharp: "Killing these small fry is pointless. The key is hidden in the cellar."

Chu Ning slightly raised the tip of his blade, its cold light flashing.

"If you don't want to die, get out."

His tone was indifferent, yet it exuded an undeniable air of authority.

The guys' hearts were pounding, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Pfft."

Finally, several of Wang's henchmen couldn't help but kneel down and kowtow, then scrambled away to escape.

They knew perfectly well that the Wang family's power was now gone.

Li Jing'an suddenly stomped on a corner of the blue brick.

"Click——"

The machine was activated, and the ground shook.

The blue bricks collapsed with a crash, and beneath the tumbling rubble, a deep, dark passage slowly appeared. A cold wind blew out of the passage, carrying the musty smell of something long sealed away, like an ancient tomb that had never been opened, sending chills down one's spine.

"Let's go down and take a look," Li Jing'an said in a low voice.

Chu Ning remained silent, a flash of lightning in his eyes. He turned and leaped into the darkness. The moment the tinderbox was lit, the faint light illuminated the jagged stone walls around him. Spiderwebs hung in the corners, and a few blackened, dried corpses could be vaguely seen, suggesting that no one had lingered there for a long time.

After walking about a hundred steps, a clear view suddenly appeared before them, revealing an underground secret chamber about ten feet in circumference.

In the center of the secret chamber was a huge six-pointed star array. The patterns were ancient and the engravings were deep. The blood-red runes looked like they were formed from blood, emitting a faint yet captivating light, as if the entire space was being devoured and dominated by this array.

The air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression, as if one were standing on the edge of an abyss, or as if one were committing a desecration of an ancient taboo.

Suddenly, a scorching heat rose from the depths of the secret chamber, as hot as molten lava, and the surrounding air heated up rapidly, with smoke rising from the cracks in the walls.

"They've arrived." Chu Ning's tone was calm, his expression composed, as if he had expected it.

The next instant, a crimson phantom slowly emerged from the flames, its crimson robes fluttering and its cloak billowing in flames. Its fiery eyes coldly swept over, like the eyes of a ferocious beast, exuding overwhelming pressure.

"Who dares to trespass on my Wang family pawnshop?"

The phantom whispered hoarsely, its voice resonating with a heavy, fiery sound, "Burning Heaven Force - Blood Sun Form. Annihilate!"

"Tsk." Chu Ning raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing no sign of panic, but rather as if he were watching a warm-up performance. "So fierce right from the start?"

The phantom swelled, enveloped in crimson flames, like a fire demon god, and suddenly swung its palm, sending waves of blood-red flames crashing towards the two.

Li Jing'an remained calm. With a flick of his sleeve, a pale golden light curtain opened in front of him. The fire wave exploded on it, but only a few specks of light were splashed up, without even a single hair being moved.

Chu Ning did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, and lightning surged from his body, transforming into a hundred-foot-long lightning dragon that roared into the sky with a deafening howl.

When the Thunder Dragon clashed with the Blood Flame, the world lost its color, and the shockwave overturned the entire pawnshop like a tsunami.

Wang Yue's figure solidified in the firelight, revealing an aged yet resolute form amidst the blood flames, his red hair burning at his temples, his steps as firm as a mountain.

“Wang Yue, the second elder of the Wang family, a peak ninth-rank martial artist,” Li Jing’an said calmly, his tone as if he were calling out a name.

Wang Yue suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils burning brightly like fire drills, and slammed his palm on the ground: "Spirit Devouring Explosive Flame Array!"

Centered on him, runes spread wildly across the ground, and blood flames surged, instantly forming a fiery inferno several meters high that surrounded the three of them.

Chu Ning stood in the center, lightning crackling beneath his feet, completely unmoved.

"This kind of formation?" he scoffed. "It looks like the one I played with when I was six years old."

He extended a finger and gently touched the ground.

"break."

With a soft "pop," like a bubble bursting, the entire Fire Prison collapsed, the array patterns cracked inch by inch, turning into countless fragments of flame that dissipated into the air.

Wang Yue's expression changed drastically: "You... couldn't have broken through so easily!"

"You call this your 'secret move'?" Chu Ning tilted his head, as if his mood had been disturbed by some boring trick. A helpless smile played on his lips, but it also carried a hint of lazy disdain.

"Then... let's choose a nicer one."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

With a slight step forward, the stones beneath his feet shattered, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly. The previously relaxed atmosphere suddenly tightened, as if the air was being gripped by an invisible giant hand, becoming stagnant and suffocating.

He slowly raised his hand, his knuckles slightly bent, and a glint of light flashed in his palm.

It was a rusty sword, still sheathed, yet the surrounding true energy was already surging like a turbulent tide. Chu Ning's figure was like a pine tree, a monument, a silent mountain, as steady as ever before the storm.

"Jingzhe."

He murmured softly.

Thunder suddenly appeared!

A bolt of silver-purple lightning burst forth from his blade, tearing through the night with a destructive intent, like a divine blade of punishment falling from the heavens to earth.

"boom!"

Thunder pierced through the enemy's shadow, lightning bolts darted in all directions, and the entire cellar trembled in that instant. Dust flew, rocks shattered, runes flickered, and even the ground was carved with a shocking deep gash.

(End of this chapter)