Chapter 150: Solo Battle Against a Hundred Beasts

Chapter 150: Solo Battle Against a Hundred Beasts

Hundreds of mystic beasts had gathered in the jungle—First-Grade Mystic Beasts, Second-grade Mystic Beasts, Third-grade Mystic Beasts, and even a few Fourth-grade Mystic Beasts. Every mystic beast within a radius of several dozen kilometers had converged here.

Under the control of the flute's melody, their blood boiled, driving them into a frenzy as they mindlessly attacked Jin Quexi, Xie Mengyao, and Yue Mingsong. Their claws, fangs, and innate abilities were all weapons in their relentless assault.

No matter how high one's Martial Arts cultivation was, surviving such an overwhelming onslaught would be nearly impossible.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar erupted from Ning Xiaochuan's mouth as he exhaled a shockwave, sending over a dozen low-grade mystic beasts flying into the jungle, crashing haphazardly into the trees.

Ning Xiaochuan finally fought his way into the heart of the beast horde, reuniting with Jin Quexi, Xie Mengyao, and Yue Mingsong. The three of them were already exhausted, their bodies riddled with wounds. Had Ning Xiaochuan arrived even a moment later, they would have been swallowed by the sea of beasts.

"Ten Thousand Swords Transforming into Rain!"

The power of Lightning and Thunder surged from Ning Xiaochuan's body, stirring the moisture in the air and forming a raincloud.

"Whoosh—"

In an instant, a Heavy Rain poured down.

This was a result of Ning Xiaochuan's Martial Arts Profound Qi influencing the surrounding space, altering the weather within this small world.

A hundred sword shadows materialized, carrying a razor-sharp Sword Intent that shredded the nearby trees into dust.

"Descend!"

The hundred sword shadows fell like rain, forming a sword formation that shielded Ning Xiaochuan and the other three at its center.

An 8-meter-long Black Centipede crawled forward, its body gleaming like metal. Each of its countless legs was as sharp as a blade, scraping sparks from the stones beneath it.

It slammed into the sword formation, only to be met with a torrent of Sword Qi that sliced its body in half, green pus oozing from the severed halves.

Under the protection of the sword formation, the mystic beasts howled in agony as Sword Qi slashed through them, painting the ground red with their blood.

"What do we do now? There are too many mystic beasts. The sword formation can hold for a while, but it won't last forever," Jin Quexi said weakly. A short sword, imbued with fiery energy, was lodged in her body, piercing straight through her. Her condition was deteriorating rapidly.

Had Ning Xiaochuan not arrived in time, they would have already become food for the beasts. Though they were all second-term disciples, their eyes were now fixed on Ning Xiaochuan, placing their hopes entirely on him.

"Stay inside the sword formation and recover. Leave the mystic beasts to me!"

Ning Xiaochuan pulled out a Cold Jade Vial from his robes and poured three drops of Disconnected Mystic Medicine Liquid, infusing them into the bodies of his three companions. The mystic medicine transformed into a white fluorescent glow, enveloping their wounds.

With the aid of Ning Xiaochuan's Martial Arts Profound Qi, the medicinal effects quickly seeped into their bloodstreams, temporarily stabilizing their injuries.

As an Intermediate Heart Nurturer—a figure of considerable standing among Heart Nurturers—Ning Xiaochuan could not allow his friends to die before his eyes. To an Intermediate Heart Nurturer, that would be nothing short of disgrace.

"Having a powerful Heart Nurturer around is like gaining an extra life," Yue Mingsong chuckled, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through his abdomen, causing his facial muscles to twitch violently. He quickly shut his mouth and began circulating his Profound Qi to refine the medicinal power of the mystic medicines.

Ning Xiaochuan gripped his Profound Qi Sword and charged out of the sword formation.

"Be careful of that flutist," Xie Mengyao warned.

In the darkness, the melodious flute sound echoed, causing leaves to fall from the treetops and the green stones beneath the trees to shatter, carrying an aura of terrifying lethality.

Ning Xiaochuan glanced in the direction of the flute sound and spotted a figure standing atop a distant mountain ridge, holding a long flute like a ghost lurking in the shadows.

Ning Xiaochuan had no time to ask who the flutist was or what terrifying enemies they had encountered. The immediate priority was to repel the mystic beasts and escape.

As soon as Ning Xiaochuan stepped out of the sword formation, five Second-grade Mystic Beasts lunged at him—two white Explosive Apes, a water serpent, and two fire lions.

They had long lost their sanity, controlled by the flute sound, transformed into killing machines.

"Zzzzt!"

Ning Xiaochuan extended his palm, and five bolts of Lightning shot from his fingertips, dazzlingly bright like five celestial blades, slicing the five mystic beasts in half.

A golden-furred ancient hardship bear, a Third-grade Mystic Beast, swiped at Ning Xiaochuan's back with its claws, unleashing five golden streaks.

Ning Xiaochuan countered with a palm strike, slamming into the bear's paw. The Demonic Sword within him activated, releasing a powerful devouring force that drained the bear's Profound Qi and Blood Qi, converting it into his own strength.

"Can Ning Xiaochuan handle so many mystic beasts alone?"

Jin Quexi's eyes filled with worry. After all, the number of mystic beasts was overwhelming—even the second-year trainees had been severely injured. Could Ning Xiaochuan alone repel hundreds of them?

Xie Mengyao, however, had full confidence in Ning Xiaochuan. Her long, delicate brows and bright eyes gleamed as she said, "Don’t forget, in Emperor's City, over forty second-year seniors from the Cloud Alliance surrounded him, yet he slaughtered them all single-handedly."

"This not only proves Ning Xiaochuan’s formidable strength but also that numerical superiority means nothing against him. Even if hundreds of low-grade mystic beasts—or even a tide of thousands—surrounded him, he could likely fight his way out alone."

Yue Mingsong added, "Yeah, this guy is a monster. With the Northern Abyss Divine Art, he never runs out of energy. Even an army of a hundred thousand probably couldn’t stop him."

Other warriors might have higher cultivation than Ning Xiaochuan, but their Profound Qi and Blood Qi would eventually deplete.

Ning Xiaochuan, however, was different. With the Demonic Sword inside him, he could absorb others' Blood Qi mid-battle to replenish himself, his strength endlessly regenerating.

As Yue Mingsong said, he truly was a monster.

Ning Xiaochuan executed the Rainbow Teleportation, his movements as unpredictable as a ghost’s. In a flash, he decapitated twelve mystic beasts, their heads dropping to the ground like balls.

"Boom!"

The mystic beasts that struck fear into others became like lambs to the slaughter before Ning Xiaochuan.

His battle sword swept across the battlefield, leaving behind a trail of mystic beast corpses wherever it passed. Some were slain by the blade, others struck down by lightning, and still others devoured and converted into his own power.

Ning Xiaochuan’s cultivation surged rapidly, on the verge of reaching the peak of the Sixth Level of the Divine Body Realm. His Blood Qi churned like a vast ocean, with every Meridian coursing with Martial Arts Profound Qi.

Yet, many mystic beasts remained, including three Fourth-grade Mystic Beasts slowly advancing toward him, their eyes filled with ferocity. These three were overlords among mystic beasts, their combat prowess far surpassing that of lower-grade beasts, posing a significant threat to Ning Xiaochuan.

Due to the flute sound in the darkness that controlled mystic beasts, Ning Xiaochuan dared not release the Double-headed Stone Beast or the Tai Sui Cub to fight. If they too fell under the flute’s influence, the situation would become even more dire.

With a single palm strike to the abdomen of one Fourth-grade Mystic Beast, Ning Xiaochuan absorbed its Blood Qi. A thunderous boom erupted within him.

"Boom!"

The Profound Qi of heaven and earth flowed into his body like a river.

Ning Xiaochuan had reached the peak of the Sixth Level of the Divine Body Realm.

Within him, the Seventh Divine Source was born, elevating his cultivation once more, his power growing even stronger.

"Crackle—"

Ning Xiaochuan channeled all his Martial Arts Profound Qi, transforming his Martial Arts Heart Palace into a sphere of lightning that radiated 126 streaks of lightning. The energy exploded outward, centered on his body.

The entire jungle, spanning hundreds of meters, became the range of his attack.

From a distance, one could see lightning weaving through the trees, illuminating the night sky. Trees shattered, vegetation turned to ash, and the earth blackened under the onslaught.

"Rumble—"

This was Ning Xiaochuan’s most devastating strike—over forty mystic beasts slain, and more than a hundred severely injured, charred by the lightning.

When the lightning faded, the jungle lay flattened. Trees within a hundred-meter radius had collapsed, the ground littered with the corpses and blood of mystic beasts.

It was a horrifying sight, shocking the three within the sword formation.

Yue Mingsong swallowed hard, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. "Truly a Once-in-Four-Centuries Talent. This destructive power is staggering—no warrior of the same cultivation realm could possibly possess such strength!"

The flute sound in the darkness suddenly ceased.

The Flutist standing atop the mountain ridge had not expected such a formidable young warrior to emerge. He let out a cold snort. "Another peerless genius has appeared among Emperor's Martial Palace’s younger generation. Excellent. Truly excellent. Today, I shall personally take your life to honor the souls of my ancestors!"

The Flutist leaped onto the back of a black eagle, swiftly soaring toward the forest.

What was happening?

Was this Flutist not a disciple of Emperor's Martial Palace? Then… who was he?

"He is a native of Emperor's Ruins, with a cultivation level of a Great Shaman, and combat power comparable to a peak Eighth Level of the Divine Body Realm martial artist," Jin Quexi urgently reminded.

Her injuries had been temporarily suppressed, and she immediately gripped her battle sword, standing to Ning Xiaochuan's left with a grave expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Yue Mingsong and Xie Mengyao also suppressed their injuries and rushed over at the same time.

The Black Eagle circled above the heads of Ning Xiaochuan and his three companions, letting out sharp screeches.

The Flutist stood on the back of the black eagle—a young man in his twenties, dressed in a black robe. With one hand holding a flute and the other behind his back, he looked down at Ning Xiaochuan and the others with a cold, mocking tone. "You foreign invaders never expected this day, did you? I will cut off all your heads and hang them on Emperor's City's gates."

To the humans born and raised in Emperor's Ruins, the disciples of Emperor's Martial Palace were invaders—a cruel and barbaric race that had invaded their homeland, becoming their sworn enemies for generations.