Chapter 274: The Loser Becomes the Outlaw

Chapter 274: The Loser Becomes the Outlaw

Ning Xiaochuan unleashed another Annihilation Sword Wave, sending a translucent surge of Sword Qi rushing forward. Han Fu no longer dared to recklessly block with the Reflecting World Mirror. Instead, he slapped his arm, summoning a wave of flames to neutralize the Annihilation Sword Wave.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Ning Xiaochuan channeled the seven strands of Annihilation Qi within his body, extracting a wisp from each and condensing them into a Sword Wave. It circulated once through his meridians before shooting from his fingertips.

The Sword Wave’s area of effect was immense, turning a 10-meter radius into its domain.

To test its power, Han Fu hurled a Second-Grade Mystic Artifact-level War Sword toward it. The sword was instantly shredded into over a dozen scrap metal fragments within the Annihilation Sword Wave’s domain.

"So strong!"

Han Fu hastily aimed the Reflecting World Mirror toward the Heavenly Palace, projecting a majestic celestial palace onto its surface. The palace flew out from the mirror, positioning itself as a shield before him.

"Boom!"

The Annihilation Sword Wave pierced straight through the palace, blasting a hole one meter in diameter before being blocked by the Reflecting World Mirror.

Before Han Fu could catch his breath, Ning Xiaochuan unleashed another Annihilation Sword Wave.

The "Annihilation Sword Wave" was the first technique of the Annihilation Sword Dao.

The second technique, "Annihilation Sword Soul," was even more formidable, capable of summoning the phantom of the Annihilation Path Founder and borrowing a fraction of his power.

However, Ning Xiaochuan had already used "Annihilation Sword Soul" under the guise of Young Master Chuan. If he employed it again, his identity would surely be exposed.

Thus, he could only rely on the Annihilation Sword Wave to attack Han Fu.

Though Han Fu managed to block the Sword Wave with the Reflecting World Mirror, his Profound Qi was severely depleted. After enduring nine of Ning Xiaochuan’s Annihilation Sword Waves, he was drenched in sweat, his energy nearly exhausted.

"I can’t keep using the Reflecting World Mirror, or I’ll be drained to death by Ning Xiaochuan."

Just as Han Fu resolved to put away the mirror, Ning Xiaochuan appeared beside him and struck his shoulder with a palm.

"Crackle! Crackle!"

A bolt of Lightning surged into Han Fu’s body, making him convulse violently. His flesh split open, his hair stood on end, and dozens of his meridians ruptured.

"Ning Xiaochuan, I think there are still many questionable aspects about your alleged slaughter of fellow disciples. We shouldn’t jump to conclusions—it needs further investigation," Han Fu said, forced to yield after suffering heavy injuries.

"Only now do you realize there are doubts? Why didn’t you say so earlier when you were trying to capture me?" Ning Xiaochuan sent another Lightning strike onto Han Fu’s arm, charring the flesh and sending up wisps of smoke.

"Clang!"

Han Fu’s arm bone shattered into six pieces, and the Reflecting World Mirror clattered to the ground.

With a flick of his sleeve, Ning Xiaochuan retrieved the mirror.

This was a Seventh-Grade Mystic Artifact, priceless beyond measure. Having witnessed its power firsthand, Ning Xiaochuan knew he could wield it to even greater effect.

Han Fu, too terrified to worry about the mirror, staggered back in fear, desperate to avoid being executed. "It’s not my fault! I was deceived by Ning Xiaojian—he’s the one who truly wanted to frame you!"

Finally, the dogs were turning on each other.

Ning Xiaochuan blasted Han Fu away with another Lightning strike. "So, you admit I was framed?"

Ning Xiaochuan had once killed dozens of students in Emperor's City, proving that he was absolutely not a merciful person. This was the reason Han Fu chose to yield after being defeated by Ning Xiaochuan—he knew that if he didn’t submit, Ning Xiaochuan would certainly dare to kill him.

What could be more important than one’s life?

Han Fu lay on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said, "The Minor Marquis was undoubtedly framed."

"With Captain Han’s words, I can rest assured." Ning Xiaochuan crouched down and extended a friendly hand, gently patting Han Fu’s shoulder.

Han Fu trembled all over, fearing that Ning Xiaochuan would use the Northern Abyss Divine Art to devour the Profound Qi within his body—if that happened, his life would be ruined.

Hadn’t Ning Xiaojian just been pressed down by Ning Xiaochuan, his Profound Qi drained by the Northern Abyss Divine Art, turning him into a cripple?

"Minor Marquis, about this matter..." Han Fu raised his head, forcing an ugly smile, his eyes filled with pleading.

"This is no big deal at all. Captain Han, rise." Ning Xiaochuan extended a hand, a faint smile on his face.

Was it really over just like that? Was Ning Xiaochuan really this easygoing?

Han Fu still felt uneasy, but he grasped Ning Xiaochuan’s hand and stood up. Only when he watched Ning Xiaochuan disappear into the ruins of the battle did he truly believe he was safe.

Ning Xiaochuan stood in the middle of the street, channeling all his strength to strike the formation.

The floating Low-Grade Profound Stones shattered one after another, and the previously immobilized Space was instantly released.

Calm and composed, Ning Xiaochuan stepped out of the formation and looked ahead. Princess Lanfei’s carriage, escorted by a group of Martial Artists, had already vanished at the end of the street.

"Escape? Do you think you can escape?" Ning Xiaochuan stared at the direction of Princess Lanfei’s carriage but did not pursue.

To deal with Princess Lanfei, he had the most direct and simplest method—there was no need to clash head-on with the Martial Artists under her command.

"Xiaochuan." Yu Qianqian approached, standing before Ning Xiaochuan.

She wore a light green dress, and the Immortal Lotus Heart Palace within her emitted a faint lotus fragrance from within, making her seem like a verdant lotus at the heart of a lake.

Yu Qianqian’s progress in martial cultivation had been astonishingly rapid, reaching the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm—far beyond Ning Xiaochuan’s expectations.

However, as the princess of the Golden Roc Prince's Manor, she had many Martial Artists under her command, earning points for her and allowing her to easily cultivate within the Heavenly Palace. A single day of cultivation in the Heavenly Palace was equivalent to a year outside. Thus, her attainment of the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm was not entirely exaggerated.

Yu Qianqian had thought she would have many things to say upon seeing Ning Xiaochuan, but when the moment came, she found herself speechless.

In the end, she restrained her emotions and smiled. "Actually, if you hadn’t returned to Emperor's Martial Palace today, I would have left to find you."

Ning Xiaochuan asked, "Have you passed the Seventh Level of the Heavenly Bridge?"

Yu Qianqian nodded, her smile radiant. "Yes, just today."

"Congratulations." Ning Xiaochuan’s response was simple, yet it carried all the emotions he felt at that moment.

To pass the Seventh Level of the Heavenly Bridge at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm proved that her talent was no less than Ming Yang’s. This was indeed something worth celebrating.

"Actually, someone like Han Fu should be eliminated. You shouldn't spare his life, or there will be endless trouble in the future," Yu Qianqian said.

Ning Xiaochuan smiled and replied, "Han Fu's martial talent is quite decent. It would be a shame to kill him. If he can be of use to me, I don’t mind letting him live."

Confident in his ability to control Han Fu, Ning Xiaochuan spared his life, intending to recruit him into the Ghost Manor.