Nine Nether Dragon Emperor

Chapter 542: This is my little invention!

BOOM!

Ning Xuan’s fist had already arrived. A smile appeared on He Ang’s face. He hasn’t even recovered yet. How much power could a punch like that possibly have?

But a moment later, his expression changed dramatically. An immense force surged through him, instantly destroying his internal organs!

However, the He Family elder was still smiling. After all, Ning Xuan’s punch had only forced He Ang back a single step! He’s stable now! Victory is assured! He Ang just needs to land one more punch, and this will be over!

He even urged He Ang impatiently, "Ang, we’re short on time! Don’t bother recovering, just attack now."

The words had barely left his mouth.

PLOP!

He Ang collapsed to his knees, supporting himself with his palms as he vomited mouthfuls of blood.

The elder’s smile froze.

A sense of dread struck Lin Zhongqi’s heart. Something isn’t right!

He Ang himself had no time for shock. He immediately tried to activate his secret technique, but this time, not a single trace of energy surged toward him. It was as if his secret technique had failed. He Ang frantically tried to activate it again, but it was useless. As he watched the time slip by, a look of utter despair filled his eyes.

To make matters worse, Ning Xuan’s voice suddenly rang out. "Time’s up. Let’s go."

He Ang tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t even straighten.

PLOP!

He knelt down again.

"So polite of you, kowtowing again," Ning Xuan’s voice taunted, but He Ang could no longer hear him, his mind just a buzzing mess.

"This place... is wrong. Let’s find another place and... Gwah!" He Ang murmured, vomiting blood again before he could finish.

The victor had been decided!

"Let’s go. We’re heading to your house," Ning Xuan said, looking at Lin Zhongqi again.

Lin Zhongqi sneered and was about to speak when the hair on his body stood on end. His reaction was lightning-fast, but he was still a step too late.

BOOM!

Ning Xuan took a direct hit from him, but at the same time, a glint of sword light pierced through Lin Zhongqi’s brow! Seizing the advantage, Ning Xuan showed no mercy, his figure vanishing on the spot.

The next moment, a head soared into the sky! The He Family elder had tried to flee, but a horizontal slash of sword light sent his head flying.

On the ground, He Ang stared dumbfounded at Ning Xuan, as if looking at a god. He had seen Lin Zhongqi’s attack clearly—the blow had landed squarely on Ning Xuan’s head. The sheer terror of a palm strike from a man fighting for his life needed no description, yet Ning Xuan was completely unharmed!

This is just absurd.

"That’s not the Divine Martial Battle Armor!" A flash of insight struck He Ang as he finally realized.

The abilities of the famed Divine Martial Battle Armor must have been exaggerated in the legends, but even so, it couldn’t compare to what Ning Xuan possessed.

"A little too late to realize that," Ning Xuan said cheerfully.

"Don’t kill—" He Ang reacted instantly. Kneeling, he began to shuffle forward to beg for mercy, but before he could finish his plea, Ning Xuan made his move.

"Secret... technique..." Twitching on the ground, He Ang was still trying to struggle, but his eyes suddenly shot wide open, staring fixedly at Ning Xuan.

He finally understood why Ning Xuan had looked down on his secret technique! He finally understood why he couldn’t draw even a shred of energy from the vast earth! It turned out Ning Xuan also knew his secret technique. And Ning Xuan had mastered the complete version, countless times more powerful than his own!

"I... hate..." He Ang’s chest heaved. After forcing out his last two words, he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Time to go collect the debt from the Lin Family. From now on, unless it’s a matter of life and death, I won’t use the Destiny Battle Armor. Otherwise, there’s just no challenge," Ning Xuan glanced at Lin Zhongqi’s corpse and muttered softly before leaving.

Fortunately, Lin Zhongqi was thoroughly dead. If he had heard Ning Xuan’s words, he might have clawed his way out of the grave.

That was just inhuman! Killing a man was one thing, but this was like flogging his corpse!

***

"What did you say you were here for?!"

At the main gate of the Lin Family estate, the two guards thought they had misheard Ning Xuan’s stated purpose.

"I’m here to collect a debt," Ning Xuan repeated. "Your Family Head owes me quite a bit."

The two guards exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. "Are you insane? Our Family Head owes you a debt? Why don’t you take a good long look in the mirror..."

Ning Xuan couldn’t be bothered to waste words on them and simply took out a Memory Stone. Indeed, he had come prepared. Lin Zhongqi had to die, but one couldn’t collect a debt with words alone. The moment Lin Zhongqi had made his offer, the Memory Stone had started recording.

Now, as the two guards heard their Family Head’s clear voice emanating from the stone, they fell silent. After a moment, one of them suddenly blurted out, "Where did you get this Memory Stone? It has sound, which is one thing, but why is it displaying text?"

Ning Xuan was amused. "A small invention of my own," he said promptly. "The text at the bottom is called ’subtitles.’ Care to buy a couple?"

The two exchanged a look, clearly tempted. "How much?" they asked.

"It’s a bargain. Only ten thousand Divine Crystals each."

"Ten thousand Divine Crystals for this piece of junk?! Why don’t you just go rob someone!" Both of their voices shot up an octave.

"You think that’s expensive? I assure you, this price is a steal. Allow me to explain in detail..." Ning Xuan’s silver tongue convinced the two to willingly fork over the Divine Crystals.

Just as they were fiddling with their new toys, it suddenly dawned on them.

"Wait, where did he go?"

"He... I think he went inside..."

SMACK!

Both Memory Stones fell to the ground. The guards’ faces were ashen.

「In the Lin Family’s front courtyard.」

The younger generation of disciples was training under the supervision of their instructor. Suddenly, all of them turned to look at the same spot.

"Hello there," Ning Xuan said with a smile as he walked straight past them and deeper into the compound.

The young disciples exchanged confused glances.

"Who was that? Do you know him?"

"I don’t. I thought you did."

"How would I know him? He looked like he was greeting you!"

By the time they realized something was wrong, Ning Xuan was already about to enter the inner hall.

"Stop right there!"

"Who are you?"

"Such audacity! Do you have any idea where you are?!"

One after another, they began shouting at Ning Xuan.

The instructor was even more direct. With a flicker, he appeared in front of Ning Xuan, his back to him. He stood with his hands clasped behind him, his voice radiating an undeniable authority. "I don’t care who you are. Leave one of your hands behind and get out. Do that, and you may live."

The young Cultivators gazed at their instructor’s back, their eyes filled with admiration.

With a single word—"Scram!"—Ning Xuan flung the instructor aside like a piece of trash.

Everyone was completely stunned. They only snapped out of it after Ning Xuan had vanished from sight.

"Senior Brother, enemy attack!" one of them shouted, intending for someone to raise the alarm.

But to their surprise, their Senior Brother only left them with a parting shout, "I’ll go save the instructor! You guys stop him!" before promptly turning tail and fleeing.

This guy appeared out of nowhere, and he’s incredibly powerful. Even the instructor was no match for him. If I try to report this, my head will be on the ground before I even find anyone!