Chapter 227: Fight Your Way Out
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Chapter 227: Fight Your Way Out
Ning Xiaochuan could sense that Qi Chong’s life force was extremely weak. He should have died long ago, sustained only by his formidable cultivation.
This was the indomitable will of a martial arts expert. An ordinary person would have perished long before.
At this moment, attempting to save him recklessly might extinguish the last flicker of life within him.
The Elderly Man spoke weakly, "The one who betrayed the imperial army... could never have been your father. Absolutely impossible. I knew your father’s character better than anyone. Before the army marched out, I spent a night at the Jian Pavilion Marquis House discussing strategy with him. I even saw you back then—just a little troublemaker, barely this tall."
"Among all the nobles in the court, the Jade Emperor specifically appointed your father as the commander of the three armies. It was clearly a setup against the Jian Pavilion Marquis House. One misstep, and the entire house would have been annihilated. How could your father have colluded with the enemy and betrayed the empire? Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"If you want to uncover the truth of that year, start by investigating two people. The first is Yue Wuyang. The annihilation of the army during the siege of the Demon Sect is inextricably linked to him."
Ning Xiaochuan asked, "Who is the other?"
The Elderly Man swallowed with difficulty. "The Left Deputy General... Mo Longting."
Ning Xiaochuan’s eyes darkened. "Senior, Mo Longting died in that battle. Moreover, like my father, he was branded a traitor who colluded with the enemy. His entire family was exiled to the borderlands, and the women were sold into brothels. The Mo family suffered ten, a hundred times worse than our Jian Pavilion Marquis House."
"What? That can’t be... Mo Longting... couldn’t have died in that battle. Absolutely impossible." The Elderly Man grew even more agitated.
Ning Xiaochuan asked, "Why are you so certain Mo Longting didn’t die?"
The Elderly Man replied, "Because eleven years ago... it was he who personally imprisoned me in the Demon Sect Iron Prison... It was him. It must have been him..."
Ning Xiaochuan’s heart jolted violently. "Senior, are you certain of this?"
"It was him... It must have been him... Unless... unless I misremembered..." The Elderly Man muttered deliriously, his mind wavering. Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and then he collapsed limply.
He was dead.
Ning Xiaochuan let out a long sigh and stepped forward to close the Elderly Man’s eyes.
Duanmu Linger, her arms wrapped around Ning Xiaochuan’s neck, stared at the old man who had died miserably in the prison. "A dying man’s mind and memories are unstable. This senior was imprisoned in the Iron Prison for far too long. You shouldn’t take his words too seriously."
Ning Xiaochuan’s brow furrowed deeply as his thoughts raced, piecing together recent events. Finally, a thread of clarity emerged in his mind.
"Do you think... the Left Deputy General Mo Longting could be the Dark Heavenly King? Eleven years ago, he faked his death. But in truth, he’s been alive all along?" Ning Xiaochuan clenched his teeth tightly, shutting his eyes as if struggling to accept this possibility.
Duanmu Linger shook her head. "I don’t know."
"But there is one person who does." Ning Xiaochuan’s gaze turned icy.
BOOM!
Ning Xiaochuan blasted the iron gate open with a single palm strike, sending the 9,000-kilogram gate flying before it crashed to the ground, sparking a shower of flames upon impact.
The prison guards behind the gate were stunned but quickly gathered their Profound Qi, gripping their spears as they thrust toward Ning Xiaochuan simultaneously.
A storm of sword rain erupted from Ning Xiaochuan’s body, howling with Sword Qi as it sent over twenty prison guards flying, their bodies collapsing haphazardly across the ground.
With a cold and ruthless expression, Ning Xiaochuan stepped over the corpses, striding toward the exit of the Demon Sect Iron Prison.
"What audacity, daring to break into the Iron Prison!" A Martial Artist at the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer stepped forward, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized Ning Xiaochuan and Duanmu Linger. His eyes flickered with surprise. "Miss Duanmu, are you attempting to escape as well?"
Duanmu Linger retorted, "Knowing someone intends to kill us inside this prison, should I just sit here and wait for death?"
"No one can kill freely within the Iron Prison," the Martial Artist declared.
Duanmu Linger scoffed in anger. "I nearly died here just moments ago. If I’m cleared of these charges, the first head to roll will be yours."
The Martial Artist’s expression darkened as he drew his sword, a three-foot-long Sword Qi gleaming from its edge. "You are willfully escaping. By the laws of the Demon Sect, I have the authority to execute you."
This Martial Artist, a top-tier expert at the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer, swung his sword, unleashing Sword Qi that surged like Water Waves, forming eight sword currents that carved deep gashes into the iron walls on either side.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The Sword Qi blotted the sky, dense as rain, shredding the corpses on the ground into bloody mist.
Ning Xiaochuan summoned Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi, forming a spherical Profound Qi Shield to block the Sword Qi as he advanced step by step, pressing toward the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer Martial Artist.
The Martial Artist channeled all his power into his sword, merging a Martial Arts Divine Ability with the blade as he thrust forward, aiming to pierce through the Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi.
"Boom!"
Ning Xiaochuan countered with a palm strike, releasing a surge of dense Profound Qi that condensed into a massive palm imprint, sending the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer Martial Artist flying into the iron wall.
"Thud!"
The Martial Artist tumbled to the ground.
Ning Xiaochuan swung the Dragon Slaying Blade, cleaving him in half at the waist, blood gushing from the severed body.
His expression indifferent, Ning Xiaochuan shattered the next iron gate and continued his relentless slaughter toward the prison’s exit.
The Demon Sect Iron Prison was known as a forbidden land, striking fear into the hearts of Martial Artists across the land. Almost no one had ever escaped from within.
Yet Ning Xiaochuan refused to believe it. He smashed through five iron gates in succession, leaving a trail of reanimated corpses in his wake, unstoppable as a butchering god.
Only when he reached the final checkpoint did he encounter a true opponent.
This was the main gate of the Demon Sect Iron Prison, originally guarded by an Earthly Venerable Realm Martial Artist.
However, the imperial army had launched an assault on the Nine Death Cliff, forcing all Earthly Venerable Realm Demon Sect Martial Artists to gather at Xiaoyao Peak to strategize against the invasion.
Now was the weakest moment in the prison’s defenses.
Even so, numerous formidable Martial Artists still stood guard here. Escaping the Iron Prison remained as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
"Miss Duanmu, please return to the Iron Prison. You should understand the fate of escapees better than anyone," an elderly man with cultivation at the Transcendent Realm Sixth Layer said.
Duanmu Linger replied, "Grandfather Han, I want to see my father."
The elderly man stood by the gates of the Iron Prison, with dozens of Martial Artists standing behind him, glaring fiercely at the two who had emerged from the prison.
Han Yun shook his head and said, "The Sect Master is stationed at Youdu Peak, leading the frontal assault against the imperial army. He won’t be back anytime soon. Miss, please return to the prison. Don’t make this difficult for me."
"What if I insist on breaking out?" Duanmu Linger challenged.
"Then this old servant will have no choice but to act."
The words had been spoken. Though Han Yun was reluctant to attack Duanmu Linger, guarding the Demon Sect Iron Prison was his duty. If anyone escaped, he would face certain death.
Two Demon Sect Elders, wielding Mystic Wood Staffs, activated their movement techniques, transforming into two streaks of light as they charged forward, each unleashing a Martial Arts Divine Ability.
One of the divine abilities condensed into a tortoise shell, as large as a millstone, its surface covered in intricate Profound Qi patterns. The other transformed into a colossal tree, its branches extending like blades, slashing toward the duo.
These were seasoned Martial Artists, having honed their divine abilities for decades. Their power far surpassed others of the same cultivation realm.
Ning Xiaochuan raised the Dragon Slaying Blade and charged forward, cleaving through the divine abilities and tearing open an escape route. The tip of his blade severed one of the Demon Sect Elder’s Mystic Wood Staffs.
The elder’s expression changed drastically as he retreated hastily.
Ning Xiaochuan transformed into a streak of Rainbow Radiance, darting to the side of the second elder. His blade slashed across the elder’s armpit, leaving a long, bloody gash.
"He’s wielding the Dragon Slaying Blade! Retrieve the Astronomical Cauldron and use it to suppress him!"
Six Transcendent Realm Demon Sect Elders unleashed six beams of Profound Qi, striking the Astronomical Cauldron and lifting it into the air, directing its force toward Ning Xiaochuan.
The cauldron expanded to the size of a house, spinning rapidly under the dense Profound Qi, emitting a deep, resonant hum.
Enveloped in Flames, the colossal cauldron descended with overwhelming force, bearing down on Ning Xiaochuan like a collapsing mountain.
The Astronomical Cauldron was a Seventh-grade Mystic Artifact, its power extraordinary. Even many Martial Venerables struggled to obtain such a weapon.
Forged by a master craftsman, the cauldron had been passed down for over eight hundred years. Within its 300-kilometer world space, it contained the Flames of a miniature world, capable of reducing an entire mountain to molten lava.
Above Ning Xiaochuan’s head, a dark demonic cloud gathered, from which emerged a massive divine monument wrapped in chains, exuding an ancient aura.
"Annihilation Divine Monument!"
This was the tenth divine ability born within Ning Xiaochuan, its power no weaker than a Seventh-grade Mystic Artifact. The terrifying aura it unleashed shocked the Demon Sect Elders, who frantically channeled their Profound Qi into the Astronomical Cauldron.
Dozens of Demon Sect experts simultaneously activated the cauldron, attempting to suppress Ning Xiaochuan with its might.
"Boom—!"
The Annihilation Divine Monument struck down, sending the Astronomical Cauldron flying out of the Demon Sect Iron Prison and landing beneath the Nine Death Cliff, igniting a mountain into a flaming peak.
Dozens of Demon Sect elders were sent flying, scattered and falling to the ground in disarray.
Ning Xiaochuan activated Rainbow Teleportation, flying out through the hole created by the Astronomical Cauldron, attempting to escape.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Han Yun unfurled his Iron Scale Wings, swiftly giving chase. He unleashed a Mixed Yuan Sword Qi, piercing through the Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi and aiming straight for Ning Xiaochuan's head.
Ning Xiaochuan immediately halted, his body flipping backward as he swung the Dragon Slaying Blade, shattering the incoming Sword Qi.
"Whoosh!"
A pair of wings unfurled from Ning Xiaochuan's back, supporting his body as he hovered mid-air, glaring at Han Yun blocking his path.
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Ning Xiaochuan could sense that Qi Chong’s life force was extremely weak. He should have died long ago, sustained only by his formidable cultivation.
This was the indomitable will of a martial arts expert. An ordinary person would have perished long before.
At this moment, attempting to save him recklessly might extinguish the last flicker of life within him.
The Elderly Man spoke weakly, "The one who betrayed the imperial army... could never have been your father. Absolutely impossible. I knew your father’s character better than anyone. Before the army marched out, I spent a night at the Jian Pavilion Marquis House discussing strategy with him. I even saw you back then—just a little troublemaker, barely this tall."
"Among all the nobles in the court, the Jade Emperor specifically appointed your father as the commander of the three armies. It was clearly a setup against the Jian Pavilion Marquis House. One misstep, and the entire house would have been annihilated. How could your father have colluded with the enemy and betrayed the empire? Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"If you want to uncover the truth of that year, start by investigating two people. The first is Yue Wuyang. The annihilation of the army during the siege of the Demon Sect is inextricably linked to him."
Ning Xiaochuan asked, "Who is the other?"
The Elderly Man swallowed with difficulty. "The Left Deputy General... Mo Longting."
Ning Xiaochuan’s eyes darkened. "Senior, Mo Longting died in that battle. Moreover, like my father, he was branded a traitor who colluded with the enemy. His entire family was exiled to the borderlands, and the women were sold into brothels. The Mo family suffered ten, a hundred times worse than our Jian Pavilion Marquis House."
"What? That can’t be... Mo Longting... couldn’t have died in that battle. Absolutely impossible." The Elderly Man grew even more agitated.
Ning Xiaochuan asked, "Why are you so certain Mo Longting didn’t die?"
The Elderly Man replied, "Because eleven years ago... it was he who personally imprisoned me in the Demon Sect Iron Prison... It was him. It must have been him..."
Ning Xiaochuan’s heart jolted violently. "Senior, are you certain of this?"
"It was him... It must have been him... Unless... unless I misremembered..." The Elderly Man muttered deliriously, his mind wavering. Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and then he collapsed limply.
He was dead.
Ning Xiaochuan let out a long sigh and stepped forward to close the Elderly Man’s eyes.
Duanmu Linger, her arms wrapped around Ning Xiaochuan’s neck, stared at the old man who had died miserably in the prison. "A dying man’s mind and memories are unstable. This senior was imprisoned in the Iron Prison for far too long. You shouldn’t take his words too seriously."
Ning Xiaochuan’s brow furrowed deeply as his thoughts raced, piecing together recent events. Finally, a thread of clarity emerged in his mind.
"Do you think... the Left Deputy General Mo Longting could be the Dark Heavenly King? Eleven years ago, he faked his death. But in truth, he’s been alive all along?" Ning Xiaochuan clenched his teeth tightly, shutting his eyes as if struggling to accept this possibility.
Duanmu Linger shook her head. "I don’t know."
"But there is one person who does." Ning Xiaochuan’s gaze turned icy.
BOOM!
Ning Xiaochuan blasted the iron gate open with a single palm strike, sending the 9,000-kilogram gate flying before it crashed to the ground, sparking a shower of flames upon impact.
The prison guards behind the gate were stunned but quickly gathered their Profound Qi, gripping their spears as they thrust toward Ning Xiaochuan simultaneously.
A storm of sword rain erupted from Ning Xiaochuan’s body, howling with Sword Qi as it sent over twenty prison guards flying, their bodies collapsing haphazardly across the ground.
With a cold and ruthless expression, Ning Xiaochuan stepped over the corpses, striding toward the exit of the Demon Sect Iron Prison.
"What audacity, daring to break into the Iron Prison!" A Martial Artist at the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer stepped forward, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized Ning Xiaochuan and Duanmu Linger. His eyes flickered with surprise. "Miss Duanmu, are you attempting to escape as well?"
Duanmu Linger retorted, "Knowing someone intends to kill us inside this prison, should I just sit here and wait for death?"
"No one can kill freely within the Iron Prison," the Martial Artist declared.
Duanmu Linger scoffed in anger. "I nearly died here just moments ago. If I’m cleared of these charges, the first head to roll will be yours."
The Martial Artist’s expression darkened as he drew his sword, a three-foot-long Sword Qi gleaming from its edge. "You are willfully escaping. By the laws of the Demon Sect, I have the authority to execute you."
This Martial Artist, a top-tier expert at the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer, swung his sword, unleashing Sword Qi that surged like Water Waves, forming eight sword currents that carved deep gashes into the iron walls on either side.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The Sword Qi blotted the sky, dense as rain, shredding the corpses on the ground into bloody mist.
Ning Xiaochuan summoned Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi, forming a spherical Profound Qi Shield to block the Sword Qi as he advanced step by step, pressing toward the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer Martial Artist.
The Martial Artist channeled all his power into his sword, merging a Martial Arts Divine Ability with the blade as he thrust forward, aiming to pierce through the Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi.
"Boom!"
Ning Xiaochuan countered with a palm strike, releasing a surge of dense Profound Qi that condensed into a massive palm imprint, sending the Transcendent Realm Fourth Layer Martial Artist flying into the iron wall.
"Thud!"
The Martial Artist tumbled to the ground.
Ning Xiaochuan swung the Dragon Slaying Blade, cleaving him in half at the waist, blood gushing from the severed body.
His expression indifferent, Ning Xiaochuan shattered the next iron gate and continued his relentless slaughter toward the prison’s exit.
The Demon Sect Iron Prison was known as a forbidden land, striking fear into the hearts of Martial Artists across the land. Almost no one had ever escaped from within.
Yet Ning Xiaochuan refused to believe it. He smashed through five iron gates in succession, leaving a trail of reanimated corpses in his wake, unstoppable as a butchering god.
Only when he reached the final checkpoint did he encounter a true opponent.
This was the main gate of the Demon Sect Iron Prison, originally guarded by an Earthly Venerable Realm Martial Artist.
However, the imperial army had launched an assault on the Nine Death Cliff, forcing all Earthly Venerable Realm Demon Sect Martial Artists to gather at Xiaoyao Peak to strategize against the invasion.
Now was the weakest moment in the prison’s defenses.
Even so, numerous formidable Martial Artists still stood guard here. Escaping the Iron Prison remained as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
"Miss Duanmu, please return to the Iron Prison. You should understand the fate of escapees better than anyone," an elderly man with cultivation at the Transcendent Realm Sixth Layer said.
Duanmu Linger replied, "Grandfather Han, I want to see my father."
The elderly man stood by the gates of the Iron Prison, with dozens of Martial Artists standing behind him, glaring fiercely at the two who had emerged from the prison.
Han Yun shook his head and said, "The Sect Master is stationed at Youdu Peak, leading the frontal assault against the imperial army. He won’t be back anytime soon. Miss, please return to the prison. Don’t make this difficult for me."
"What if I insist on breaking out?" Duanmu Linger challenged.
"Then this old servant will have no choice but to act."
The words had been spoken. Though Han Yun was reluctant to attack Duanmu Linger, guarding the Demon Sect Iron Prison was his duty. If anyone escaped, he would face certain death.
Two Demon Sect Elders, wielding Mystic Wood Staffs, activated their movement techniques, transforming into two streaks of light as they charged forward, each unleashing a Martial Arts Divine Ability.
One of the divine abilities condensed into a tortoise shell, as large as a millstone, its surface covered in intricate Profound Qi patterns. The other transformed into a colossal tree, its branches extending like blades, slashing toward the duo.
These were seasoned Martial Artists, having honed their divine abilities for decades. Their power far surpassed others of the same cultivation realm.
Ning Xiaochuan raised the Dragon Slaying Blade and charged forward, cleaving through the divine abilities and tearing open an escape route. The tip of his blade severed one of the Demon Sect Elder’s Mystic Wood Staffs.
The elder’s expression changed drastically as he retreated hastily.
Ning Xiaochuan transformed into a streak of Rainbow Radiance, darting to the side of the second elder. His blade slashed across the elder’s armpit, leaving a long, bloody gash.
"He’s wielding the Dragon Slaying Blade! Retrieve the Astronomical Cauldron and use it to suppress him!"
Six Transcendent Realm Demon Sect Elders unleashed six beams of Profound Qi, striking the Astronomical Cauldron and lifting it into the air, directing its force toward Ning Xiaochuan.
The cauldron expanded to the size of a house, spinning rapidly under the dense Profound Qi, emitting a deep, resonant hum.
Enveloped in Flames, the colossal cauldron descended with overwhelming force, bearing down on Ning Xiaochuan like a collapsing mountain.
The Astronomical Cauldron was a Seventh-grade Mystic Artifact, its power extraordinary. Even many Martial Venerables struggled to obtain such a weapon.
Forged by a master craftsman, the cauldron had been passed down for over eight hundred years. Within its 300-kilometer world space, it contained the Flames of a miniature world, capable of reducing an entire mountain to molten lava.
Above Ning Xiaochuan’s head, a dark demonic cloud gathered, from which emerged a massive divine monument wrapped in chains, exuding an ancient aura.
"Annihilation Divine Monument!"
This was the tenth divine ability born within Ning Xiaochuan, its power no weaker than a Seventh-grade Mystic Artifact. The terrifying aura it unleashed shocked the Demon Sect Elders, who frantically channeled their Profound Qi into the Astronomical Cauldron.
Dozens of Demon Sect experts simultaneously activated the cauldron, attempting to suppress Ning Xiaochuan with its might.
"Boom—!"
The Annihilation Divine Monument struck down, sending the Astronomical Cauldron flying out of the Demon Sect Iron Prison and landing beneath the Nine Death Cliff, igniting a mountain into a flaming peak.
Dozens of Demon Sect elders were sent flying, scattered and falling to the ground in disarray.
Ning Xiaochuan activated Rainbow Teleportation, flying out through the hole created by the Astronomical Cauldron, attempting to escape.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Han Yun unfurled his Iron Scale Wings, swiftly giving chase. He unleashed a Mixed Yuan Sword Qi, piercing through the Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi and aiming straight for Ning Xiaochuan's head.
Ning Xiaochuan immediately halted, his body flipping backward as he swung the Dragon Slaying Blade, shattering the incoming Sword Qi.
"Whoosh!"
A pair of wings unfurled from Ning Xiaochuan's back, supporting his body as he hovered mid-air, glaring at Han Yun blocking his path.
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