Chapter 167: Counterattack in the Desperate Land
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Chapter 167: Counterattack in the Desperate Land
After what felt like an eternity, Ning Xiaochuan finally sensed the presence of the "Heart Flame."
Overjoyed, he held his breath and focused on perceiving it.
The "Heart Flame" was not a physical flame but rather akin to a second soul, possessing a degree of autonomous consciousness.
Every individual possessed a "Heart Flame," though those of martial artists were far more potent, allowing them to sense its existence through mental transmission.
Ning Xiaochuan guided his Heart Flame toward the "Bright Flame" suspended at the center of the Yin-Yang Furnace, attempting to subdue it.
The Bright Flame was capable of incinerating all matter in existence, wielding terrifying destructive power—yet it did not attack.
This was a good sign.
Ning Xiaochuan immediately used his Heart Flame to envelop the Bright Flame, assimilating it until it was finally subdued and became his own.
While Ning Xiaochuan was busy taming the Bright Flame, the battle outside raged on without pause.
Hundreds of Blood Fiend Generals, like reapers from hell, rampaged in a frenzied state, wielding war swords as they slaughtered indiscriminately—not only attacking the Native Warriors but also targeting Ji Hanxing, Yue Mingsong, and Yu Qianqian.
Three Transcendent Realm Native Elders simultaneously launched their fiercest assault on Ji Hanxing, bombarding her with Martial Arts Divine Abilities. Overwhelmed, her armor shattered, her body riddled with over a dozen wounds, she was forced to retreat step by step toward the edge of the blood bridge.
Yue Mingsong and Yu Qianqian were also besieged by Native Warriors. Fortunately, Yu Qianqian possessed the Sword Pellet, which temporarily deterred their attackers.
However, among the Native Warriors were fearless warriors who roared in fury, "The Emperor's Ruins are the homeland of our people, yet you invaders from the Emperor's Martial Palace have seized them! I will reclaim our land and bury your bones in the soil of the Emperor's Ruins! Kill!"
One Native Warrior brandished a bone spear, his body erupting with a cloud-like surge of Martial Arts Profound Qi as he thrust toward Yu Qianqian and Yue Mingsong.
Yu Qianqian retrieved the Sword Pellet, her jade-white fingers radiating Martial Arts Profound Qi as she prepared to unleash the Martial Venerable's Sword Qi stored within.
But Yue Mingsong acted first, swinging a thick, long club at the Native Warrior. "Behold my Sky Pillar!"
Boom!
The Native Warrior was sent crashing to the ground by Yue Mingsong's strike.
The Sky Pillar could only be used once per day, so it had to be stored again to accumulate power.
"Kill!"
The savagery in the hearts of the Native Warriors was ignited, and they all charged at Yue Mingsong and Yu Qianqian.
These were elite martial artists among their people, carefully selected for the honor of entering the Emperor's Tomb.
Ji Hanxing was struck by a Transcendent Realm Elder and sent flying backward, landing in front of Yu Qianqian. Blood stained the corner of her lips as she endured the pain, gripping the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear and sweeping it forward, sending two Native Warriors flying.
"You are at the end of your rope. Today is the day you die," declared a Transcendent Realm Elder as he landed, leaving a 10 cm deep footprint in the ground.
Yu Qianqian's beautiful face was also streaked with blood. Though she held the Sword Pellet, she could only unleash a single strike—enough to kill at most one enemy.
It seemed their chances of survival today were truly slim.
"Boom!"
A wave of flames surged out from the Yin-Yang Furnace, spreading like ripples on the ocean's surface, vast and unstoppable.
Ning Xiaochuan hovered at the center of the Yin-Yang Furnace, his Heart Flame enveloping the Bright Flame as it flew directly into his heart. His heart became the convergence point of Yin and Yang energies, and the entire Yin-Yang Furnace seemed to fuse with his body.
"Rise!"
The 43,000 kg Yin-Yang Furnace lifted into the air, hovering above Ji Hanxing, Yu Qianqian, and Yue Mingsong. Beams of Yin-Yang light cascaded down from the furnace, shielding the three within its protective range.
The Native Warriors were utterly astonished, their eyes fixed on the floating Yin-Yang Furnace.
"That disciple from the Emperor's Martial Palace actually jumped into the Yin-Yang Furnace and wasn’t refined to death by the extreme Yin and Yang forces. This is unbelievable!" one Native Warrior exclaimed in shock.
A Transcendent Realm Native Elder frowned slightly. "Even a Transcendent Realm warrior would die instantly upon entering the Yin-Yang Furnace. Yet he not only survived but seems to have taken control of it!"
"The Yin-Yang Furnace is a sacred relic of our people. We must reclaim it!" A Native expert at the Eighth Level of the Divine Body Realm roared in fury, gripping his spear as he charged toward the furnace.
This Native expert appeared to be in his fifties, with a thick beard, bronze skin, and a body brimming with explosive power.
Ning Xiaochuan, still suspended within the Yin-Yang Furnace, extended a finger and sent a strand of Yin energy into a nearby Blood Fiend General. The Yin energy from the furnace merged with the Yin energy within the Blood Fiend General, assimilating it into the furnace’s power.
"Roar!"
The Blood Fiend General let out a fierce cry before landing beneath the furnace, his body radiating a mist of Blood Qi. With a single slash of his sword, he severed the spear in the Native Warrior’s hands.
The blade cleaved into the warrior’s body, sending a spray of blood mist into the air. The severely wounded warrior was sent flying backward.
Ning Xiaochuan continued releasing Yin energy, swiftly taking control of 221 Blood Fiend Generals. He organized them into a blood army, positioning them around the Yin-Yang Furnace as guardians.
Each Blood Fiend General possessed the strength to kill a warrior at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm. The combined might of 221 such beings made even the three Transcendent Realm Native Elders hesitate.
"Kill them! We must reclaim the Yin-Yang Furnace!"
One of the Transcendent Realm Native Elders began to expand in size. Originally a frail old man standing around 1.6 to 1.7 meters tall, he instantly transformed into a towering giant over 3 meters tall.
His arms thickened to the size of barrels, his muscles coiling like iron chains, and streaks of lightning flickered across his skin.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The Transcendent Realm Native Elder swung his arms like a massive windmill, sending three Blood Fiend Generals flying. His body resembled a humanoid demonic beast, wielding earth-shattering strength. The Blood Fiend Generals before him were like children, easily knocked aside.
Ning Xiaochuan mobilized 36 Blood Fiend Generals, forming a battle formation to barely hold the Transcendent Realm Native Elder at bay.
"Rumble—"
The elder unleashed a force like a collapsing mountain, shaking the ground as a Profound Qi Wave erupted from his body. The 36 Blood Fiend Generals were blasted away, dissolving into 36 clouds of blood mist.
"Kill!"
The Native Elder stomped the ground fiercely, adopting the stance of an Eagle Pouncing on a Rabbit, and simultaneously struck out with both palms toward the Yin-Yang Furnace.
This was a furious strike from a Transcendent Realm Martial Artist. Even with the Yin-Yang Furnace protecting Ning Xiaochuan, if hit, the Profound Qi Wave from the attack could still shake Ning Xiaochuan to death.
The strike contained nearly a century of the Native Elder’s cultivation, with the power to topple mountains.
"Roar!"
A massive dragon claw burst from the underground world—crimson scales, claws dozens of meters long, and thick Blood Fiend Energy.
The dragon's claw seized the Transcendent Realm Native Elder as effortlessly as grabbing an ant.
"Crack!"
The Transcendent Realm Native Elder’s body emitted shattering sounds as his bones snapped one by one, until his body was reduced to a pulp of blood.
A Transcendent Realm Martial Path expert had been crushed into bloody paste by the dragon’s claw with terrifying ease.
The other Native Warriors paled in terror.
"Boom—!"
The earth trembled, stone walls shook, and the entire Blood Realm quaked.
A crimson Dragon emerged from the soil, its body as massive as a mountain. A single claw was as thick as a pillar, and each scale was the size of a winnowing basket.
This was a Blood Fiend Dragon.
With a single exhale of Dragon's Breath, the Blood Fiend Dragon sent dozens of Blood Fiend Generals flying.
Humans standing beneath it were smaller than even one of its toes.
Ning Xiaochuan gazed down at Ji Hanxing, Yu Qianqian, and Yue Mingsong below and said, "All three of you, get on the Blood Fiend Dragon’s back first."
"What? Don’t tell me this giant thing was also summoned by you?" Yue Mingsong looked up at the Blood Fiend Dragon. This was no mere creature—it was like a towering mountain.
The Blood Fiend Dragon was forged from the Yin Qi of ten thousand Nether Knights, combined with the vast Blood Qi of the Blood Realm, refined through the power of the Yin-Yang Furnace.
It was the most powerful killing machine created by the Natives, designed specifically to combat the experts of the Emperor's Martial Palace.
Ning Xiaochuan had sensed the Blood Fiend Dragon’s presence underground and awakened one to turn the tables on the Native experts.
"The Natives wanted to use the Yin-Yang Furnace to forge an army of Blood Fiend Generals and Blood Fiend Dragons to attack the Emperor's Martial Palace. But they never expected Ning Xiaochuan to take control of the Yin-Yang Furnace, ruining decades of their plans in an instant," Yu Qianqian said.
"Labor Lost for Others," Ji Hanxing remarked coldly.
Ning Xiaochuan flew into one of the Blood Fiend Dragon’s claws, emerging from the Yin-Yang Furnace.
The Yin-Yang Furnace shrank to the size of a teapot, hovering above Ning Xiaochuan’s palm, radiating Yin-Yang energies and an aura of divine power.
"Leave none alive," Ning Xiaochuan ordered all the Blood Fiend Generals.
A massacre began.
Though the Natives had no shortage of Martial Path experts, they stood no chance against the horde of Blood Fiend Generals. They were swiftly slaughtered, leaving only blood-soaked corpses strewn across the ground.
Ning Xiaochuan felt no sympathy for the Natives. After all, when their experts had sought to devour him, they had shown him no mercy either.
The conflict between the Natives and the Emperor's Martial Palace had spanned over a millennium, their hatred as deep as the sea, their enmity irreconcilable. It was kill or be killed—neither side would ever pity the other.
On the ground, dozens of Native Warrior corpses lay scattered, limbs severed and blood flowing freely. However, the two Transcendent Realm Native Elders had fought their way through the carnage, escaping the Blood Realm and vanishing into the Underground Forest.
"Pursue them!" Ning Xiaochuan ordered once more, determined to eradicate them completely.
The Blood Fiend Generals, fully prepared, immediately gave chase.
"Boom!"
The Blood Fiend Dragon smashed through the earth, charging into the Underground Forest and leaving massive dragon footprints in its wake.
After what felt like an eternity, Ning Xiaochuan finally sensed the presence of the "Heart Flame."
Overjoyed, he held his breath and focused on perceiving it.
The "Heart Flame" was not a physical flame but rather akin to a second soul, possessing a degree of autonomous consciousness.
Every individual possessed a "Heart Flame," though those of martial artists were far more potent, allowing them to sense its existence through mental transmission.
Ning Xiaochuan guided his Heart Flame toward the "Bright Flame" suspended at the center of the Yin-Yang Furnace, attempting to subdue it.
The Bright Flame was capable of incinerating all matter in existence, wielding terrifying destructive power—yet it did not attack.
This was a good sign.
Ning Xiaochuan immediately used his Heart Flame to envelop the Bright Flame, assimilating it until it was finally subdued and became his own.
While Ning Xiaochuan was busy taming the Bright Flame, the battle outside raged on without pause.
Hundreds of Blood Fiend Generals, like reapers from hell, rampaged in a frenzied state, wielding war swords as they slaughtered indiscriminately—not only attacking the Native Warriors but also targeting Ji Hanxing, Yue Mingsong, and Yu Qianqian.
Three Transcendent Realm Native Elders simultaneously launched their fiercest assault on Ji Hanxing, bombarding her with Martial Arts Divine Abilities. Overwhelmed, her armor shattered, her body riddled with over a dozen wounds, she was forced to retreat step by step toward the edge of the blood bridge.
Yue Mingsong and Yu Qianqian were also besieged by Native Warriors. Fortunately, Yu Qianqian possessed the Sword Pellet, which temporarily deterred their attackers.
However, among the Native Warriors were fearless warriors who roared in fury, "The Emperor's Ruins are the homeland of our people, yet you invaders from the Emperor's Martial Palace have seized them! I will reclaim our land and bury your bones in the soil of the Emperor's Ruins! Kill!"
One Native Warrior brandished a bone spear, his body erupting with a cloud-like surge of Martial Arts Profound Qi as he thrust toward Yu Qianqian and Yue Mingsong.
Yu Qianqian retrieved the Sword Pellet, her jade-white fingers radiating Martial Arts Profound Qi as she prepared to unleash the Martial Venerable's Sword Qi stored within.
But Yue Mingsong acted first, swinging a thick, long club at the Native Warrior. "Behold my Sky Pillar!"
Boom!
The Native Warrior was sent crashing to the ground by Yue Mingsong's strike.
The Sky Pillar could only be used once per day, so it had to be stored again to accumulate power.
"Kill!"
The savagery in the hearts of the Native Warriors was ignited, and they all charged at Yue Mingsong and Yu Qianqian.
These were elite martial artists among their people, carefully selected for the honor of entering the Emperor's Tomb.
Ji Hanxing was struck by a Transcendent Realm Elder and sent flying backward, landing in front of Yu Qianqian. Blood stained the corner of her lips as she endured the pain, gripping the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear and sweeping it forward, sending two Native Warriors flying.
"You are at the end of your rope. Today is the day you die," declared a Transcendent Realm Elder as he landed, leaving a 10 cm deep footprint in the ground.
Yu Qianqian's beautiful face was also streaked with blood. Though she held the Sword Pellet, she could only unleash a single strike—enough to kill at most one enemy.
It seemed their chances of survival today were truly slim.
"Boom!"
A wave of flames surged out from the Yin-Yang Furnace, spreading like ripples on the ocean's surface, vast and unstoppable.
Ning Xiaochuan hovered at the center of the Yin-Yang Furnace, his Heart Flame enveloping the Bright Flame as it flew directly into his heart. His heart became the convergence point of Yin and Yang energies, and the entire Yin-Yang Furnace seemed to fuse with his body.
"Rise!"
The 43,000 kg Yin-Yang Furnace lifted into the air, hovering above Ji Hanxing, Yu Qianqian, and Yue Mingsong. Beams of Yin-Yang light cascaded down from the furnace, shielding the three within its protective range.
The Native Warriors were utterly astonished, their eyes fixed on the floating Yin-Yang Furnace.
"That disciple from the Emperor's Martial Palace actually jumped into the Yin-Yang Furnace and wasn’t refined to death by the extreme Yin and Yang forces. This is unbelievable!" one Native Warrior exclaimed in shock.
A Transcendent Realm Native Elder frowned slightly. "Even a Transcendent Realm warrior would die instantly upon entering the Yin-Yang Furnace. Yet he not only survived but seems to have taken control of it!"
"The Yin-Yang Furnace is a sacred relic of our people. We must reclaim it!" A Native expert at the Eighth Level of the Divine Body Realm roared in fury, gripping his spear as he charged toward the furnace.
This Native expert appeared to be in his fifties, with a thick beard, bronze skin, and a body brimming with explosive power.
Ning Xiaochuan, still suspended within the Yin-Yang Furnace, extended a finger and sent a strand of Yin energy into a nearby Blood Fiend General. The Yin energy from the furnace merged with the Yin energy within the Blood Fiend General, assimilating it into the furnace’s power.
"Roar!"
The Blood Fiend General let out a fierce cry before landing beneath the furnace, his body radiating a mist of Blood Qi. With a single slash of his sword, he severed the spear in the Native Warrior’s hands.
The blade cleaved into the warrior’s body, sending a spray of blood mist into the air. The severely wounded warrior was sent flying backward.
Ning Xiaochuan continued releasing Yin energy, swiftly taking control of 221 Blood Fiend Generals. He organized them into a blood army, positioning them around the Yin-Yang Furnace as guardians.
Each Blood Fiend General possessed the strength to kill a warrior at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm. The combined might of 221 such beings made even the three Transcendent Realm Native Elders hesitate.
"Kill them! We must reclaim the Yin-Yang Furnace!"
One of the Transcendent Realm Native Elders began to expand in size. Originally a frail old man standing around 1.6 to 1.7 meters tall, he instantly transformed into a towering giant over 3 meters tall.
His arms thickened to the size of barrels, his muscles coiling like iron chains, and streaks of lightning flickered across his skin.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The Transcendent Realm Native Elder swung his arms like a massive windmill, sending three Blood Fiend Generals flying. His body resembled a humanoid demonic beast, wielding earth-shattering strength. The Blood Fiend Generals before him were like children, easily knocked aside.
Ning Xiaochuan mobilized 36 Blood Fiend Generals, forming a battle formation to barely hold the Transcendent Realm Native Elder at bay.
"Rumble—"
The elder unleashed a force like a collapsing mountain, shaking the ground as a Profound Qi Wave erupted from his body. The 36 Blood Fiend Generals were blasted away, dissolving into 36 clouds of blood mist.
"Kill!"
The Native Elder stomped the ground fiercely, adopting the stance of an Eagle Pouncing on a Rabbit, and simultaneously struck out with both palms toward the Yin-Yang Furnace.
This was a furious strike from a Transcendent Realm Martial Artist. Even with the Yin-Yang Furnace protecting Ning Xiaochuan, if hit, the Profound Qi Wave from the attack could still shake Ning Xiaochuan to death.
The strike contained nearly a century of the Native Elder’s cultivation, with the power to topple mountains.
"Roar!"
A massive dragon claw burst from the underground world—crimson scales, claws dozens of meters long, and thick Blood Fiend Energy.
The dragon's claw seized the Transcendent Realm Native Elder as effortlessly as grabbing an ant.
"Crack!"
The Transcendent Realm Native Elder’s body emitted shattering sounds as his bones snapped one by one, until his body was reduced to a pulp of blood.
A Transcendent Realm Martial Path expert had been crushed into bloody paste by the dragon’s claw with terrifying ease.
The other Native Warriors paled in terror.
"Boom—!"
The earth trembled, stone walls shook, and the entire Blood Realm quaked.
A crimson Dragon emerged from the soil, its body as massive as a mountain. A single claw was as thick as a pillar, and each scale was the size of a winnowing basket.
This was a Blood Fiend Dragon.
With a single exhale of Dragon's Breath, the Blood Fiend Dragon sent dozens of Blood Fiend Generals flying.
Humans standing beneath it were smaller than even one of its toes.
Ning Xiaochuan gazed down at Ji Hanxing, Yu Qianqian, and Yue Mingsong below and said, "All three of you, get on the Blood Fiend Dragon’s back first."
"What? Don’t tell me this giant thing was also summoned by you?" Yue Mingsong looked up at the Blood Fiend Dragon. This was no mere creature—it was like a towering mountain.
The Blood Fiend Dragon was forged from the Yin Qi of ten thousand Nether Knights, combined with the vast Blood Qi of the Blood Realm, refined through the power of the Yin-Yang Furnace.
It was the most powerful killing machine created by the Natives, designed specifically to combat the experts of the Emperor's Martial Palace.
Ning Xiaochuan had sensed the Blood Fiend Dragon’s presence underground and awakened one to turn the tables on the Native experts.
"The Natives wanted to use the Yin-Yang Furnace to forge an army of Blood Fiend Generals and Blood Fiend Dragons to attack the Emperor's Martial Palace. But they never expected Ning Xiaochuan to take control of the Yin-Yang Furnace, ruining decades of their plans in an instant," Yu Qianqian said.
"Labor Lost for Others," Ji Hanxing remarked coldly.
Ning Xiaochuan flew into one of the Blood Fiend Dragon’s claws, emerging from the Yin-Yang Furnace.
The Yin-Yang Furnace shrank to the size of a teapot, hovering above Ning Xiaochuan’s palm, radiating Yin-Yang energies and an aura of divine power.
"Leave none alive," Ning Xiaochuan ordered all the Blood Fiend Generals.
A massacre began.
Though the Natives had no shortage of Martial Path experts, they stood no chance against the horde of Blood Fiend Generals. They were swiftly slaughtered, leaving only blood-soaked corpses strewn across the ground.
Ning Xiaochuan felt no sympathy for the Natives. After all, when their experts had sought to devour him, they had shown him no mercy either.
The conflict between the Natives and the Emperor's Martial Palace had spanned over a millennium, their hatred as deep as the sea, their enmity irreconcilable. It was kill or be killed—neither side would ever pity the other.
On the ground, dozens of Native Warrior corpses lay scattered, limbs severed and blood flowing freely. However, the two Transcendent Realm Native Elders had fought their way through the carnage, escaping the Blood Realm and vanishing into the Underground Forest.
"Pursue them!" Ning Xiaochuan ordered once more, determined to eradicate them completely.
The Blood Fiend Generals, fully prepared, immediately gave chase.
"Boom!"
The Blood Fiend Dragon smashed through the earth, charging into the Underground Forest and leaving massive dragon footprints in its wake.
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