Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 65 Fox Fury

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing slightly, his gaze fixed on Li Jing'an's retreating figure, his voice filled with shock and disbelief:

"Old Li... are you really only at the fifth rank?"

Li Jing'an remained standing amidst the dust and grime, without turning around, and simply said:
"Some cards should have been put away long ago, but you little brat are too troublesome. If we don't play them, you'll really be dead."

As he spoke, his robes swayed slightly, and he took another step forward.

"Click."

The rocks cracked, and the ground sank an inch. In that instant, Chu Ning vaguely saw Li Jing'an's shadow rise infinitely high under the starlight, like a god descending to earth.

He was deeply shaken, and an unnamed shiver ran up his spine to the top of his head.

"One day... I will also stand at this level."

Wang Lin's remnant soul's expression changed drastically, and he roared, "Fifth Rank! You're actually a fifth-rank martial artist? Are you... from the Blood Refining Hall, or a lackey of the First Rank Pavilion?"

Li Jing'an tore open the blood-stained blue cloth collar, revealing a dark gold tattoo on his collarbone—a black bird riding on auspicious clouds. "Twenty years ago, you escaped the pursuit of Yipin Pavilion. Today..." He ran his fingertips over the tattoo, and the bird's eyes suddenly lit up. "'Swallowing Abyss,' it's time to bring you to justice."

Upon hearing the words "Swallowing the Abyss," Wang Lin's illusory figure trembled violently, then burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahahaha... It's been so many years since I've heard this title."

"Old man Hunyuan... you actually still remember me... but he only sent a low-ranking fifth-grade brat like you to deal with me? You're really underestimating me, Wang Lin."

"Unfortunately... today is not a good day, the Ice Puppet was sent out to hunt blood and has not yet returned."

"Otherwise... you will see what real hell is like."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lin's lingering soul and phantom image changed drastically.

He stretched out his arm and drew the lightning puppet into his body, which transformed into a stream of lightning.

Wang Lin's figure suddenly solidified, his remnant soul materialized, and lightning surged around him, as if divine punishment had descended upon the world. His aura instantly surged to the upper rank of the seventh grade.

He waved his hand again, and the fire puppet roared as it flew into his body.

Flames and lightning intertwined, the void was squeezed and distorted by the heat and destruction, Wang Lin's physical outline became clearer and clearer, his aura surged again, breaking through to the sixth grade, upper level.

He hissed, "Come on!!"

The wind puppet transformed into a whirlwind that circled around him, eventually condensing on his body to form a semi-transparent protective wind armor.

Wang Lin's figure finally took full shape, like an evil god descending to earth, with blood-red eyes, and lightning, fire, and wind converging around him. The heavens and earth trembled beneath his feet. Wang Lin's strength reached the upper level of the fifth rank.

"You think I'm just clinging to life with a remnant soul? Boy, I, Wang Lin... once roamed the land freely. How could you, a mere junior, possibly fathom my true nature?"

"Today, even a fifth-rank martial artist will die!"

Li Jing'an sneered, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

He gently raised his palm, and five lines appeared on his fingertips, intertwining to form a vortex-like "suppressing seal technique," which he then suddenly imprinted.

"Then let's see if you can withstand the fifth-grade true meaning."

As the sealing technique landed, the earth seemed to sink, and space itself paused for a moment.

Wang Lin was instantly suppressed for three breaths, but then, crimson flames exploded from within his body, shattering the seal amidst surging thunder.

"Old ghost!" Chu Ning shouted, his figure soaring into the sky once more, his rusty blade raised high, lightning rekindling. "I'll break his skin first."

In an instant, he unleashed the Nine Thunder Shadows once more.

Nine lightning shadows appeared in the air, their blade light overlapping, their power far surpassing that of before.

Nine shadows slashed simultaneously.

Wang Lin roared angrily: "A mere trick!"

Protected by wind armor, shielded by lightning, and engulfed in flames like a raging torrent.

boom! boom! boom!
The nine lightning bolts collapsed in mid-air with a deafening roar, one after another, like crushed bubbles, exploding into countless arcs of electricity, yet unable to penetrate even an inch of Wang Lin.

Chu Ning was also blasted backward by the recoil, crashing heavily into the stone wall. Half of his sternum shattered, and blood gushed out.

A fifth-rank martial artist, with just one strike, is already so terrifying.

Li Jing'an roared, "Kid, don't be stupid!"

He took a step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, and instantly appeared in front of Chu Ning, pulling him out of the ruins.

Chu Ning coughed up blood and leaned against the broken wall when suddenly a snowy shadow sprang from his chest. The little snow fox bristled with silver fur, its back arched like a crescent moon, its cyan-gold vertical pupils fixed on Wang Lin, and the low growl rumbling in its throat made the pebbles on the ground tremble slightly. This was a ferocious roar of a beast, filled with boundless hatred, that Chu Ning had never heard before.

"Xiaoxue?" He reached out to embrace her, but his fingers were violently pulled away by the fox's tail.

Wang Lin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and laughed: "Azure-eyed Snow Fox! Back then, I slaughtered all the fox clans in the far north, but only one cub escaped." He licked the bloodstains from his lips, "So you picked it up as a pet."

The little snow fox suddenly stood upright, its front paws carving three icy trails in the air. The ice crystals condensed into ancient fox language in the air, and Li Jing'an blurted out, "'Blood for blood'? This little guy has actually cultivated a spiritual form!"

"Tenfold Reincarnation into Human, about to take human form?" Wang Lin's eyes blazed with greed. "Perfect timing to use you to replenish the last strand of Yin Essence in my Blood Pool!"

He clasped his hands together abruptly, and a crimson beast-taming incantation surged from his seven orifices, weaving into nine bone locks in the air. Fox-headed copper bells adorned the ends of the chains; as they jingled, the little snow fox suddenly froze, its blue light in its pupils now tinged with crimson.

"You beast, I could slaughter your entire clan back then, and I can do the same today!"

The words stopped abruptly.

Wang Lin's words, "I'll slaughter your entire clan," were like a spell breaking a seal. Its mutilated right ear suddenly emitted a blue light, and the old wound was torn open again in the light. Deep within the wound, a fox totem covered in blood scabs was awakening.

"Waaah—!"

A mournful cry arose, and the remaining thunderous energy in the cellar, like rivers flowing into the sea, condensed into a vortex around the little snow fox. The golden band mark on Chu Ning's chest burned like a branding iron; he saw a lingering memory: when the demonic blood pooled together, and the nine fox corpses on the altar had their vertical pupils gouged out while they were still alive, he felt a heart-wrenching sorrow…

The little snow fox dug its front paws deep into the rock, and lapis lazuli-hard ice crystals spread from between its claws. Its spine emitted a crisp, metallic clang as its once petite body grew like bamboo shoots in spring—three feet, five feet, twelve feet! Its bulging muscles tore through its snow-white fur, revealing newly formed jade-green scales beneath. At the point where its tail was severed, flesh churned, and nine illusory fox tails burst forth, each tipped with a blue moon. Where the moonlight swept, the blood pool beneath the ground spontaneously combusted.

The skin on his forehead suddenly cracked, and the moment his vertical pupils opened, a blue light pierced through the collapsed dome of the cellar. These were no ordinary beast eyes; deep within them flowed the reflection of a galaxy, and upon closer inspection, it was revealed that countless fox spirits were floating and sinking in a sea of ​​stars. The instant his vertical pupils fully opened, the temperature of the entire cellar plummeted, and the remnants of the blood pool instantly froze.

Eight blood-red cursed shackles appeared at the edge of the vertical pupil, which were the restrictions that Wang Lin had placed back then, and were now being shattered by the violent demonic power.

"Azure eyes open the heavens, nine tails suppress the abyss!" Li Jing'an pulled Chu Ning back hastily, "Your little pet is actually the Holy Son of the Fox Clan!"

The azure-eyed snow fox howled, shaking the heavens and shattering the ice shards in the cellar. It pounced on Wang Lin, its claws crackling with azure flames that formed a hundred ice spikes, raining down like a storm. Wang Lin's blood-red robe billowed, and his blood-red hand materialized into a nine-headed blood python, tearing at the snow fox's throat.

(End of this chapter)