Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 68 Anger

Qingli's blood splattered on Chu Ning's face, mixed with the unique icy fragments of the snow fox. He froze, as if his chest had been ripped out.

The rotten hand slowly withdrew from the pool of blood, and blood gushed out from the pierced spot like a spring. The Nine-Tailed Light Wheel flashed intensely, then began to dim in an instant.

"Qingli!!"

Chu Ning broke through the snow cocoon like a madman, but only a gradually transparent glimmer of light remained in his hand.

Her silver hair was losing its luster at a visible speed, turning gray, and her nine-tailed halo was shattering inch by inch, turning into ice dust in the air.

"No—don't do this, we just agreed..." Chu Ning trembled as he caught her as she fell.

She could no longer speak, her lips were pale, but her eyes were unusually gentle. She struggled to raise her hand, condensing the last of her icy power into an ice crystal necklace, and gently tied it around his neck.

At that moment, her fingertips touched his Adam's apple, and Chu Ning felt as if some blazing light exploded in his blood.

Her breathing was weak, but she still insisted on pushing him towards Li Jing'an: "Chu Ning..."

She lightly touched the lightning pattern between his brows with her fingertips, and the ice crystal necklace rippled with a faint light. "Don't let hatred... freeze your eyes."

Her voice, as soft as snow in the wind, was etched into his heart more deeply than ever before.

A faint smile still lingered on her lips, as if she were unaware that death was quietly approaching. And those eyes, which should have been as clear as the sea, held a hint of reluctance in their final moments… quietly gazing at Chu Ning.

The last ray of blue light disappeared into the necklace, and the pendant transformed into the shape of a fox's head holding the moon, its sharp teeth biting him tightly.

"Qingli!!"

Chu Ning's heart jolted violently, as if the world had collapsed silently in that instant. He staggered forward, lunging forward to hold her cold body tightly in his arms. The warmth from her chest had quickly dissipated, and his fingertips touched only icy coldness.

The golden light in his eyes dimmed at that moment.

"Don't you see I've reached the top of the Qingyun Arena? I won't allow you to die!"

He murmured softly, as if calling her, or perhaps calling himself.

But Qingli did not respond.

A chilling, piercing regret surged from the depths of his heart into his consciousness. He remembered her standing before the blood pool in the cellar, her gaze resolute as she shielded him; he remembered her playfully tapping his forehead as she knelt under the eaves to lick his wounds.

But now—she died before his eyes.

"Why..." he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, his knuckles gradually clenching, his bones cracking.

The world was silent, except for the blood rain that continued to fall, striking his shoulders as if nails were driven into his heart.

Just then, a deep, aged voice, like an incantation of incense burning in the night wind, echoed from the depths of the cellar:

"The blood of a sacred beast... is quite delicious."

Within the pool of blood, a crimson phantom slowly rose—a remnant soul of Wang Lin. Having been annihilated and burned, he had now been resurrected through the power of blood sacrifice, like a vengeful ghost crawling from a decaying grave, once again shrouding the place in darkness.

His face no longer resembled a human's, only the grim silhouette of bones and dried blood lines remained. His laughter sounded like fingernails scraping against metal: "Thanks to you all... this blood is very sweet."

Chu Ning suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on the illusory figure.

At first, I remained calm.

Then came the chilling cold.

Finally, there is the storm.

"you."

His voice was as low as gravel crushed from his throat, the syllables like thunderbolts piercing the bone: "You...killed her?"

Wang Lin slightly raised his lips, his fiery pupils burning with indifference and mockery: "So what? You want to protect her? Can you even do it?"

"She died so beautifully for you... The way the ice crystals bloomed was just like the snow fox's final dance."

He licked his lips. "The heart blood of a sacred beast is indeed a top-grade material for refining souls. I'll have to thank you with a 'generous gift' for the next batch of medicinal pills."

"you!!"

"boom--!"

On Chu Ning's body, lightning patterns suddenly exploded, thunderous sounds roared, and his meridians surged like mountains and seas breaking through their shackles. The purple-gold blade light burst forth, like a thousand pounds of frost and thunder descending upon the world.

That was the rage deep within his soul, burning away all reason.

"Wang Lin—" "You!! Deserve to die!!!"

The roar tore through the silent night, like the bugle call of a charging army. In an instant, Chu Ning was no longer human, but a lightning shadow burning with the flames of destruction.

The void beneath his feet crumbled inch by inch, a gale swept through, and the blade flashed like frost, tearing through the night.

With one step, the heavens and earth trembled violently, and nine lightning shadows appeared behind him, their light like divine punishment soldiers.

The crimson snow lion roared to the sky, and nine lightning shadows slashed down simultaneously from the void.

At the same time, Wang Lin opened his arms, flames gathered like a tide, his palms joined together, and a surge of fire souls erupted, as hot as the sun falling to earth.

Thunder and fire!
Ice and fire!
Frosty thunder and raging waves collided with a demonic flame storm.

The sky trembled, the earth sank three feet, and the void split open like a mirror, revealing a bottomless abyss.

Amidst the frost and thunder, the purple-gold blade light transformed into lightning, slashing out fiercely from behind Chu Ning. It was the ultimate blade technique he had forcibly activated by burning his lifespan.

His white hair grew longer and longer in an instant, and the original silver-gray color turned pale and crystalline, as if he had aged a hundred years.

"boom--!!!"

The lightning shattered, the frost tore apart, and the world stood still for a moment.

The next moment, Chu Ning's figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Boom--!"

He slammed heavily against the edge of the blood pool, the sound of bones cracking ringing out clearly and jarringly in the silence. Half his body sank into the blood, his temples stained crimson, yet he simply lowered his head, swallowing the blood that welled in his throat.

"Ha ha……"

Wang Lin emerged slowly from the flames, draped in fiery feathers, like a demon god reborn from the ashes. With each step he took, flames undulated, his eyes were crimson, and his laughter was low and cold.

"Boy... do you think this little bit of anger can kill me?"

"You're nothing but a piece of trash without your sacred beast, and you dare to talk about revenge?"

"However..." he changed his tone, a murderous glint appearing in his eyes, "Since your life has been delivered to my doorstep, then I will grant your wish!"

He swung his palm down, fiercely striking the pool of blood.

"boom--!"

The pool water churned, and a cloud of blood mist rose like a tide.

Countless crimson chains burst forth from the water, furiously engulfing Chu Ning's limbs and bones, as if trying to drag him into an endless abyss.

"Now, I'll show you what the price of 'immortality' truly is!"

"Chu Ning!!!"

Li Jing'an roared, his pupils shrinking, and a rare look of fear and anxiety appeared on his face.

In the next instant, he shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

As his robes billowed, his spiritual power erupted completely, like a raging torrent.

"I'll hold him off!" he roared.

"You—go to the Blood Pool!!"

"Otherwise, we'll all be worn down by him!!!"

His voice, like thunder splitting the sky, reversed the course of the battle.

At that moment, Li Jing'an shed his unruly exterior; his eyes were cold and sharp as knives, and between his very bones lay the true pride and courage of a martial artist.

At the peak of the fifth rank, he unleashed his full power.

A dazzling golden lightning bolt cascaded from his palm, transforming into a thunder tower that seemed to suppress the heavens, directly threatening Wang Lin.

"town!"

Li Jing'an roared, and with a flick of his sleeves, an ancient stele appeared behind him, inscribed with the character "镇" (zhen, meaning town) as vast and desolate as a mountain.

(End of this chapter)