Chapter 138: Rainbow Teleportation

Chapter 138: Rainbow Teleportation

In the rain, numerous factions lurked in the shadows—not just the Cloud Marquis House, but also the Lingxi Sect, the Tianyin Martial House, the Dark Emperor City, and many others—all gathered here with the sole purpose of eliminating Ning Xiaochuan.

This was not merely about killing Ning Xiaochuan. It was tied to the confrontation between two major forces in the imperial court: the Jade Emperor and the Great Golden Roc King.

The Great Golden Roc King had allied with the Jian Pavilion Marquis House to resist the Jade Emperor's "Feudatory Reduction Policy," proposing a marriage alliance between Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Qianqian. Though the matter had been temporarily shelved, it remained a thorn in the Jade Emperor's side.

If the Golden Roc Prince's Manor and the Jian Pavilion Marquis House were to form a marriage alliance, it would not only hinder the implementation of the Feudatory Reduction Policy but also threaten the Jade Emperor's throne.

Thus, Ning Xiaochuan had to die.

The Cloud Marquis was the blade in the Jade Emperor's hand. The emperor was using the Cloud Marquis's influence in the Emperor's Ruins to eliminate Ning Xiaochuan and eradicate any future threats.

Of course, the Jade Emperor would never issue such an order personally. To him, Ning Xiaochuan was nothing more than an insignificant ant. He only needed to entertain the thought, and those beneath him who sought to interpret his will would act accordingly.

This was a fierce battle between two great powers, and Ning Xiaochuan was the most critical pawn in it. That was why he faced relentless pursuit from all sides, with every faction determined to erase him from the Emperor's City.

"The Cloud Alliance has caused too much of a stir this time. There’s no suppressing this matter. Even if Ning Xiaochuan dies in the Emperor's City, the aftermath will trigger a massive storm. The Jian Pavilion Marquis House will not let this go."

"Can’t you see? Ning Xiaochuan’s talent is too high—just like the Cloud Marquis twenty years ago, undefeated in the Emperor's Martial Palace, clearing seventeen layers of the Heavenly Bridge, becoming the youngest Martial Venerable in the Yulan Empire, and the soul of the Emperor's Martial Palace for decades."

"Ning Xiaochuan’s talent already threatens the Cloud Marquis. If he is allowed to grow, the legend of twenty years ago might repeat itself, with Ning Xiaochuan replacing the Cloud Marquis as the new soul of the Emperor's Martial Palace."

"The Cloud Marquis has built his influence in the Emperor's Martial Palace over many years, with countless disciples loyal to him. His power is immense. If Ning Xiaochuan tries to rise from the ashes and challenge the Cloud Marquis’s position, he will likely be erased before he even gets the chance to grow."

In the Emperor's City, many martial artists watched the desperate struggle from afar. Some wore expressions of pity, others looked on with amusement, and a few even considered stepping in to help Ning Xiaochuan—but they hesitated, wary of the Cloud Alliance’s overwhelming might.

Princess Lanfei stood in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her gaze cold and detached as she observed the slaughter in the distance, as if none of it concerned her.

Though she had once wanted to recruit Ning Xiaochuan as her consort, she could not shake the hatred she harbored for him. If someone were to kill Ning Xiaochuan, it would bring her joy.

Of course, if Ning Xiaochuan managed to escape the encirclement, it would only prove his potential once more. She would still report to the Jade Emperor and request that he arrange their marriage.

Ning Xiaochuan’s death would be a cause for celebration.

Ning Xiaochuan kneeling at her feet would also be a cause for celebration.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating it for an instant, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

Ning Xiaochuan stood at the center of the ancient street, covered in wounds, his long hair disheveled, and his body crackling with lightning. His gaze was fixed on the surrounding martial artists, unyielding, his fighting spirit still burning fiercely.

On the ground lay five or six bloody corpses.

"Tap, tap."

Lu Huntian took out a Mystic Artifact, holding it in his palm. It resembled a vase, pitch-black with intricate carvings. A wave of scorching heat erupted from the black vase, forming a fiery cloud that melted the bluestone pavement beneath.

This was the Heavenly Envy Profound Fire stored within the vase.

At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan was already severely injured and couldn’t withstand the Heavenly Envy Profound Fire. He swiftly retreated, activating his movement technique.

"Where do you think you're escaping to?"

Two martial artists at the Fifth Level of the Divine Body Realm charged from behind, wielding heavy battle sabers. Bright saber light trailed behind them as they slashed toward Ning Xiaochuan’s neck.

In the blink of an eye, the saber light was upon him.

A cold, ruthless glint flashed in Ning Xiaochuan’s eyes as he struck out with a palm, directly clashing with the two sabers.

The sabers and Ning Xiaochuan’s palm seemed to stick together.

"Whoosh!"

A devouring force surged outward, and the expressions of the two Fifth-Level Divine Body Realm martial artists changed drastically. "Blood Devouring Demon Art!"

Their blood surged outward, flowing along the blades and into Ning Xiaochuan’s body.

Wrapped in Blood Qi, Ning Xiaochuan’s face twisted into a savage grin. In moments, he drained the two martial artists dry, leaving them as desiccated corpses collapsing into the rain.

The scene was terrifying, sending chills down the spines of the martial artists surrounding him.

The way they looked at Ning Xiaochuan was as if they were staring at a demon.

Lu Huntian sneered, "What are you afraid of? Ning Xiaochuan is already heavily injured—he’s at the end of his rope. As long as we don’t touch his body, his Blood Devouring Demon Art is useless!"

"Right! Attack him with divine abilities!"

A martial artist with the Five Elements Divine Body condensed Profound Qi into thirteen metal battle swords, sending them streaking toward Ning Xiaochuan like beams of light.

Another martial artist who had cultivated the Five Elements Divine Body released Cold Qi, freezing the surrounding raindrops into thirty-seven ice blades that whistled through the air.

Ning Xiaochuan let out a furious roar as a Massive Bell materialized, repelling both the metal swords and ice blades.

"Swish!"

Ning Xiaochuan’s figure blurred as he appeared beside the martial artist who had launched the ice blades, pressing his hand against the man’s head.

Amidst the martial artist’s agonized screams, he was drained into a withered corpse.

The Blood Qi within Ning Xiaochuan’s body was reaching its limit, threatening to burst him apart. Yet he didn’t stop, continuing to use the power of the Demonic Sword to absorb the martial artists, aiming to break through to the Sixth Level of the Divine Body Realm.

His Sixth Divine Source swelled violently, teetering on the edge of breaking open—he was on the verge of advancing.

"Kill him!"

More martial artists charged toward Ning Xiaochuan.

Ning Xiaochuan unfurled his Wings of Rage, skimming along the walls before leaping into a grand courtyard enclosed by high walls. He then concealed himself inside a pavilion.

"Ning Xiaochuan is hiding!"

"The area is sealed off—he can’t escape. Search every corner!"

A warrior at the Fourth Level of the Divine Body Realm barged into the high-walled compound.

A swift black shadow leaped down from the pavilion and pressed a palm onto his head.

"Ah!" The warrior let out a blood-curdling scream.

By the time Lu Huntian and the others arrived, only a corpse remained on the ground. "Damn it! Form groups of three and stay alert for Ning Xiaochuan's ambush. Keep searching!"

Ning Xiaochuan sat cross-legged atop a beam, Refining the surging Blood Qi within his body. His cultivation grew increasingly formidable.

The Sixth Divine Source hovered inside him like a radiant star.

Boom!

The Sixth Divine Source dissolved, and a dazzling brilliance erupted from Ning Xiaochuan’s body. Seven streaks of light burst forth—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—forming a rainbow-like ribbon suspended in the air.

Ning Xiaochuan had reached the Sixth Level of the Divine Body Realm, awakening his Sixth Divine Ability— "Rainbow Teleportation!"

His body flickered in an instant, shifting ten meters in the blink of an eye, his form shimmering in seven colors like a streak of rainbow.

It was speed beyond the limits of perception, impossible for the naked eye to track.

This teleportation technique was utterly unpredictable—killing in a single moment.

"Lightning, Thunder, Torrential Rain, Fierce Winds, Scorching Sun, Rainbow..."

"After the storm, the rainbow arcs across the sky."

"Does this also foretell that today, I will fight through the tempest and finally see the rainbow?"

A shattering sound echoed from Ning Xiaochuan’s Martial Arts Heart Palace, like a paper window being pierced.

The seal placed by the Old Marquis within Ning Xiaochuan’s body shattered on its own, releasing a surge of Blood Qi from the Heart Palace that fused into every inch of his flesh, blood, and bones.

His wounds healed rapidly, and even his shattered bones reconnected.

Spreading his arms, his entire skeleton crackled like jade, now translucent, with fine threads emerging within.

His blood flowed like roaring rivers, his heart pounding with overwhelming vitality—his life force had multiplied several times over.

In that instant, all his injuries were completely healed.

Ning Xiaochuan’s physical body now rivaled that of a warrior at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm.

Because his breakthrough to the Sixth Level of the Divine Body Realm had elevated his physique, his current body was actually stronger than even those at the Ninth Level.

"We’ve found Ning Xiaochuan! He’s here!" A warrior rushed into the courtyard, spotting Ning Xiaochuan standing at its center.

Lu Huntian immediately led dozens of warriors inside, sealing off all escape routes.

Stepping forward with a venomous sneer, Lu Huntian taunted, "Run now? Where do you think you can go? Ning Xiaochuan, why struggle pointlessly? You’re only prolonging your suffering."

Ning Xiaochuan stared at him coldly, raindrops rolling down his brows.

Lu Huntian saw no fear in his eyes—only what he interpreted as despair.

Wasn’t silence the mark of a man who had lost all hope?

Lu Huntian declared, "Ning Xiaochuan, I’ll give you one last chance to end yourself. If you dash your head against that wall, I swear I’ll spare your sister in the future."

"You dare to target Xin'er?" Ning Xiaochuan's gaze turned icy.

Lu Huntian snorted coldly, "You've killed so many experts of the Cloud Alliance. Do you think we'll let this go? Even if you die here, it won't be enough to atone. Unless you kill yourself, even Nie Hai won't be able to protect your sister."

"You should know what will happen if your sister falls into our hands. You're already severely injured—why keep fighting? Why not end your own life and spare her?"

Lu Huntian didn't just want Ning Xiaochuan dead; he wanted to humiliate him. Forcing a peerless genius to commit suicide was the ultimate insult. Moreover, if Ning Xiaochuan took his own life, they wouldn't bear any responsibility, avoiding punishment from the Heaven and Earth Academy and retaliation from the Jian Pavilion Marquis House.

"Since you won't let this go, I'll have no choice but to slaughter every last one of you. You've forced me to dye the Emperor's City red with blood." Ning Xiaochuan clenched his fists tightly, a surge of intense killing intent erupting from his body.

A wisp of "Annihilation Qi" took form within him, condensing and hovering above the Sword Body of the Demonic Sword. This was the first strand of Annihilation Qi in Ning Xiaochuan's body—the very essence of the "Annihilation Path."

At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan's resolve underwent a subtle transformation.