Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 69 Dawn
He pushed the stele with one palm, and the stele's shadow materialized and crashed down into the world, blasting Wang Lin back dozens of feet. The surrounding ground collapsed, and countless waves surged at the edge of the blood pool.

The two finally became locked in a fierce battle.

Wind and thunder clashed, flames soared into the sky, and as fists and palms clashed, the void cracked open like a spider web.

Li Jing'an used the power of sealing and suppressing to activate his movement technique, each step forming a formation, and each palm strike carried the power of suppressing heaven and earth.

Wang Lin then completely burned his essence and blood, his blood and fire solidifying into armor, and lightning becoming his blade, transforming into an ancient demon with three heads and six arms, roaring and shaking the heavens.

The heavens and earth roared, and the moonlight, as white as snow, was shattered like flowing silver by the aftershocks of the battle.

Li Jing'an's steps were as steady as a mountain, and with a single palm strike, the void collapsed; Wang Lin unleashed a barrage of fire and thunder, scorching the heavens and refining the earth.

Their fists and palms clashed with a deafening roar, and both men were thrown back ten feet, coughing up blood as they stood there.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Chu Ning seized the opportunity to break into the core of the blood pool.

Dust flew, blood mist churned, and heaven and earth seemed to have forgotten him. Only he staggered as he stepped into the blood-soaked abyss of hell.

He knelt on one knee, his long, silvery-white hair whipping wildly in the night wind. His face was as cold and stern as a sculpture, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking half of his temples. His hand gripped the cracked, rusty knife tightly, his palm already charred and bloodied from the lightning.

He looked up at the churning pool of blood, like a raging torrent from hell. With each surge, countless vengeful spirits rolled about, their ghostly faces grinning, their shrill screams echoing in his ears, as if a million evil spirits were calling for his soul.

Chu Ning's eyes gradually darkened, sinking into the depths of despair and the peak of anger.

The rusty knife pierced the array's core at the bottom of the pool. With a "hum," the knife wailed like a cry, and a blood-red heart the size of a fist slowly rose to the surface. Each beat of its heart was accompanied by the wails of countless souls, and a spray of blood mist erupted.

That's not a heart.

That was the condensation of ten thousand lives after the massacre of the city, the struggle of ten thousand souls after the sacrifice, and the evidence that he failed to protect Qingli.

"A sacrificial array core nourished by the blood and essence of ten thousand people..."

Chu Ning gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to bleed. His voice was like being torn apart by thunder and scorched by flames: "Wang Lin... you're not even as good as an animal."

He stepped forward, his body crackling with lightning patterns, his meridians seemingly about to burst, his rage burning fiercely. He raised his rusty sword high, the blade wailing—the lament of a departed soul, Qing Li's question: "Why...couldn't you protect me?"

"Qingli..."

"With this strike, I will slay all the evil souls under heaven for you!!!"

In that instant, the heavens and earth roared, and from the depths of the sky, a dazzling divine lightning bolt descended from the heavens, piercing through the clouds and splitting the sky, penetrating the sea of ​​blood.

Lightning surged forth, crackling across the rusty blade. The lightning coalesced into a form, and a furious dragon burst forth, a hundred-foot-long thunder dragon roaring out, its body covered in frost and its claws gripping thunderbolts. It seemed to be the embodiment of Chu Ning's rage, rushing straight towards the core of the blood pool.

"boom--"

The thunder dragon struck the heart of the blood, and the terrifying energy exploded like a star. The entire blood pool evaporated and dissipated in an instant, the blood mist rolled back, and blood rain poured down. Thousands of vengeful souls swirled in the sky like black clouds and exploded into the air.

Deep underground, the mournful cries of vengeful spirits tolled like a death knell, as if mourning their unjust deaths and cursing the butcher who created hell.

Chu Ning knelt heavily on the ground, half of his robe already scorched by lightning flames. He raised his right arm, which was covered with dense lightning patterns. These patterns seemed to be alive, moving and gathering in his palm.

"You said I couldn't protect her... Wang Lin." He murmured, the blade slowly pointing diagonally at the blood and gore, "But I can make you lose... everything!"

The blade's edge pierced the air once more, and the thunder dragon roared, swirling in the night sky, locking onto the still-shattered blood heart, and snapping shut.

"boom!"

The thunder dragon roared and tore the Blood Heart apart, turning into a rain of thunder that fell on the night sky. The last soul in the blood pool was also annihilated by the lightning.

The world was silent, with only Chu Ning standing alone amidst the scorched earth, his long, silvery-white hair cascading down to his waist, like a war god emerging from the depths of hell.

His breathing was erratic, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just crawled out of hell. But in his eyes, there were no more tears, no more regret.

Only thunder.

Only hatred remains.

He looked up at the sky and murmured, "Wang Lin... I want you to watch with your own eyes as the Blood Pool you painstakingly built is destroyed by my hands, and to watch as you are doomed and die without a burial place."

The blood pool has been extinguished, but the thunder and rain have not yet ceased.

Chu Ning staggered to his feet, the lightning patterns still tracing his arms, his chest wound reopening, blood trickling down like threads. He gritted his teeth, but refused to back down.

At that moment, a low tremor came from afar.

Wang Lin let out a horrific scream as his demonic body disintegrated inch by inch.

"Well done, kid." Li Jing'an's voice was deep, but he couldn't hide his satisfaction.

"I'm not reconciled." Before the last piece of his flesh exploded, his blood-red eyes stared intently at Chu Ning.

Wang Lin's aura, which had been suppressed by Li Jing'an, weakened drastically, and his blood flames flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished.

"No!"

Wang Lin roared and was about to break free to stop him when Li Jing'an flashed in and closed in, his palm strike as powerful as a mountain.

"Old man, after fighting you for so long, it's time to send you on your way."

With all five fingers spread, one palm falls down.

"seal up!"

With a low shout, an ancient stele shadow descended from the void, instantly expanding to a hundred feet in size, before crashing down.

"Soul-Suppressing Lock - Sealing All Things".

The heavens and earth trembled, and the monument fell like a mountain.

Before Wang Lin could even throw a punch, he was firmly suppressed by the ancient stele. Its three-headed, six-armed form shattered amidst a roar, and its blood flames and lightning were annihilated, its power turning into dust.

Seal patterns emerged from the surface of the monument, like divine chains binding Wang Lin tightly.

He roared in fury, his eyes filled with resentment, but ultimately he was powerless to break free. His last shred of anger finally subsided.

The seal was completely lifted, the world stood still, and only the blood rain continued to fall in the night sky.

Li Jing'an slowly withdrew his palm, his body slightly hunched and his breathing disordered, but he still managed to stand up straight.

He looked at Chu Ning with a calm gaze, carrying the comforting words of an elder.

On the scorched ground after the blood pool evaporated, the lightning had not completely faded, like a lingering trace of resentful divine will between heaven and earth. The night wind blew slowly down from the collapsed dome of the cellar, passing through the broken stone walls and ruins, carrying a faint metallic smell mixed with a slight scent of damp grass.

That was the quietest moment before dawn.

A strange stillness seemed to descend upon the world, and even the hissing sound of burning flames seemed to have faded away.

Chu Ning knelt on one knee, her long, snow-white hair cascading over her shoulders. She silently gazed at the cleaved bottom of the pool, her eyes not that of a war god, but rather that of a traveler who had not yet slept after a long night.

The blood rain had not stopped, but those drops of blood, under the faint glow of the sky, had already become transparent.

He slowly raised his head, gazing at the night sky revealed after the collapse. The dark clouds had dispersed, and the remaining stars still lingered. In the far east, the first silver ray of light before dawn finally tore a corner of the sky.

It's like a scar, but also like a glimmer of hope.

Li Jing'an stood beside him without saying a word, only looking up at the sliver of light in the sky. After a long while, he whispered, "It's almost dawn."

Chu Ning silently stood up and gripped the hilt of his knife tightly.

"This night has been long enough."

(End of this chapter)