Chapter 43: The Three Powerhouses
Chapter 43: The Three Powerhouses
Ning Xiaochuan pursued from behind, his heart already brimming with killing intent. Though he was a healer, he showed no mercy to his enemies.
"Boom!"
Profound Qi condensed into a semi-solid, semi-ethereal sword—a Profound Qi Sword—that shot through the air and struck Xiao Li squarely in the back, sending him flying forward like a dog lunging at filth. He crashed into a Large Tree, his head smeared with blood.
Xiao Li rolled on the ground, casting a terrified glance at Ning Xiaochuan, who was closing in. He scrambled to his feet and fled at full speed.
Ning Xiaochuan continued launching Sword Qi attacks from behind, each strike tearing into Xiao Li’s back until his flesh was mangled, his bones exposed.
Eventually, Xiao Li’s injuries became too severe to endure. His vision darkened, and he collapsed face-first into the mud.
With great effort, he lifted his head, his eyes filled with dread as he watched Ning Xiaochuan approach step by step. Despair gripped his heart.
Ning Xiaochuan summoned a Profound Qi Sword in his hand and advanced. "It ends here."
He thrust the sword downward!
"Whoosh!"
A finger sword shot out from the dark forest, striking Ning Xiaochuan’s Profound Qi Sword and deflecting it.
The blade veered slightly off course, missing Xiao Li’s heart but piercing through his back instead.
"Audacious! How dare you commit murder in the Imperial City? A capital offense!" A cold voice echoed through the night, startling flocks of birds into flight.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Three figures leaped swiftly across the treetops, each jump covering over 30 meters. Their speed was so immense they appeared as mere shadows.
These three possessed terrifyingly high cultivation. Even from several kilometers away, a mere finger sword could deflect Ning Xiaochuan’s attack—a feat that defied mortal comprehension.
Ning Xiaochuan could only watch as the three shadowy figures darted through the night like phantoms, their every leap spanning dozens of meters. The sheer force of their presence made his Blood Qi churn violently, as if his body might explode.
"Such formidable power!"
Realizing the arrival of these experts, Ning Xiaochuan dared not linger. He immediately fled.
Moments later, the three figures descended from the treetops, landing gracefully on the ground.
Each carried a spear as thick as a bowl’s mouth, measuring over 10 meters in length—five or six times taller than their own bodies. Planted upright, these spears towered like intricately carved pillars.
These were Dragon Elephant Halberd Spears, weapons exclusive to the Dragon Elephant Divine Warriors.
A Third Grade Mystic Artifact, each spear weighed a staggering 1,900 kilograms. Only those with immense strength could wield them with ease.
A single swing could sweep through entire armies. One warrior alone could rout thousands.
Profound Qi surged around the three, their martial prowess unfathomable—figures all martial artists could only look up to in awe.
At the forefront stood a Blue-haired, Green-eyed Peerless Beauty. Her demeanor was cold and proud, her figure tall and slender, with legs straight and delicate. Her azure hair cascaded like a waterfall, exuding an indescribable grace.
Her bright eyes emitted two beams of Profound Qi, each three feet long. With just a glance at the unconscious Xiao Li, she declared, "A genius, possessing the 'Glutton Heart Palace,' shaped like a beast. A pity his lung was pierced by a villain, leaving him severely injured."
Her pupils were a pure, jade-like green, clear and pristine.
"The Glutton Heart Palace is among the top-tier Abnormal Beast Heart Palaces. His future martial achievements are immeasurable. Captain, should we recruit him into the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion?" Zuo Jinfeng crouched down, lifting Xiao Li while white Profound Qi surged from his palm, stabilizing the youth's injuries.
These three were the elite warriors of the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion—Ji Hanxing, Zuo Jinfeng, and You Zui.
Ji Hanxing stood tall, her Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear held horizontally. Her curvaceous figure was poised straight, her lashes long, her nose delicate and crystalline. Coldly, she stated, "Talent alone isn’t enough to join the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion. However, the 'Glutton Heart Palace' is indeed rare, with immense potential. First, send him to the Diamond Martial Academy at the Emperor's Martial Palace. Let Dean Yan temper him. Then we’ll see if he’s worthy of joining us."
"Captain, come look at this!" Zuo Jinfeng’s voice carried a trace of alarm.
The three elites fixed their gazes on Xiao Li’s arm—withered, drained of blood, lifeless, like a mummy’s limb.
"The Blood Devouring Demon Art! This is the work of the Demonic Martial Artists. They’ve returned to the Imperial City."
The expressions of the three hardened.
Ji Hanxing frowned slightly, drawing a faint cut across her slender left middle finger. A drop of blood welled from her jade-like fingertip, exuding a fragrant aroma as it fell onto Xiao Li’s shriveled arm.
"Whoosh—"
Her single drop of blood erupted with a blinding crimson radiance, like a divine lantern, brimming with intense vitality. It bloomed midair into a radiant blood-red flower.
The flower settled onto Xiao Li’s withered arm, reviving the desiccated flesh. Muscle regrew, skin rejuvenated.
A single drop of blood, transformed into a divine bloom.
It restored all the lost Blood Qi in Xiao Li’s arm, reigniting its vitality—making it even stronger than before!
Zuo Jinfeng and You Zui exchanged stunned glances. Their captain’s power was unfathomable. A mere drop of her blood could reverse the effects of the Blood Devouring Demon Art—something far beyond their capabilities.
The wound on Ji Hanxing’s finger healed instantly, leaving no scar, smooth as jade.
Suddenly, her sharp eyes caught sight of footprints on the ground. Three-foot-long cold light surged from her pupils once more. "The exact same footprints. The aura is identical."
These prints matched those of the mysterious figure who had rescued Tianchenzi at South Moon Mountain.
Ji Hanxing immediately issued orders: "Zuo Jinfeng, take this youth to the Emperor's Martial Palace. You Zui, report to the Marquis—Tianchenzi may have been rescued by the Demonic Martial Artists."
The two swiftly departed.
Ji Hanxing followed the footprints, pursuing the one who had taken Tianchenzi. But when she reached the riverbank, the trail vanished.
Clearly, the person had plunged into the river, concealing their presence.
"Do you think jumping into the river means I can't track you? You’ll have to come ashore eventually." Ji Hanxing stared at the turbulent riverbank, her skin like ice-jade, long hair whipping in the wind, her eyes gleaming with spiritual light.
She held the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear, white Profound Qi Cloud surging beneath her feet as she leaped up and landed steadily on the water's surface.
Like a peerless beauty standing upon a mirror, her body did not sink as she scanned both banks of the river. The moment someone climbed ashore, she would spot them immediately.
……
After swimming for three hours, Ning Xiaochuan finally reached a secluded stretch of the river and climbed ashore. Seeing the first rays of sunlight glinting on the distant water, he felt a weight lift from his heart.
This place was already dozens of kilometers from where he had jumped into the river. Even if someone tried to track him, it wouldn’t be easy to find him anytime soon.
"Thankfully, I escaped quickly. Those three are undoubtedly top-tier experts. If they found out I wield the Demonic Sword, they’d surely 'purge evil in the name of justice.'"
Though Ning Xiaochuan hadn’t practiced demonic cultivation, the Demonic Sword within him could devour human blood—hardly any different from true demonic arts.
He could only hope Xiao Li was already dead. Otherwise, with his vengeful nature, the consequences would be endless.
Despite narrowly escaping death these past two days, his cultivation had still made significant progress. The only regret was losing that cartload of coins.
Over six million Small Coins, hundreds of profound medicines, and a branch of Blood Toad Wood—worth well over ten million in total. Who knew which bastard had gotten their hands on it now?
Two days had passed, and Ning Xiaochuan held no hope of recovering those coins or the Blood Toad Wood. He could only resign himself to bad luck, having crossed paths with a madman.
He was certain he hadn’t offended anyone—or if he had, it was Madam Silver Pool. What did any of it have to do with Xiao Li?
With a sigh, Ning Xiaochuan turned to leave.
Though he had been cautious enough, he still underestimated the prowess of the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion’s three top experts. Before long, Ji Hanxing descended upon the spot where he had climbed ashore, following his footprints as she continued her pursuit.
Ning Xiaochuan pursued from behind, his heart already brimming with killing intent. Though he was a healer, he showed no mercy to his enemies.
"Boom!"
Profound Qi condensed into a semi-solid, semi-ethereal sword—a Profound Qi Sword—that shot through the air and struck Xiao Li squarely in the back, sending him flying forward like a dog lunging at filth. He crashed into a Large Tree, his head smeared with blood.
Xiao Li rolled on the ground, casting a terrified glance at Ning Xiaochuan, who was closing in. He scrambled to his feet and fled at full speed.
Ning Xiaochuan continued launching Sword Qi attacks from behind, each strike tearing into Xiao Li’s back until his flesh was mangled, his bones exposed.
Eventually, Xiao Li’s injuries became too severe to endure. His vision darkened, and he collapsed face-first into the mud.
With great effort, he lifted his head, his eyes filled with dread as he watched Ning Xiaochuan approach step by step. Despair gripped his heart.
Ning Xiaochuan summoned a Profound Qi Sword in his hand and advanced. "It ends here."
He thrust the sword downward!
"Whoosh!"
A finger sword shot out from the dark forest, striking Ning Xiaochuan’s Profound Qi Sword and deflecting it.
The blade veered slightly off course, missing Xiao Li’s heart but piercing through his back instead.
"Audacious! How dare you commit murder in the Imperial City? A capital offense!" A cold voice echoed through the night, startling flocks of birds into flight.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Three figures leaped swiftly across the treetops, each jump covering over 30 meters. Their speed was so immense they appeared as mere shadows.
These three possessed terrifyingly high cultivation. Even from several kilometers away, a mere finger sword could deflect Ning Xiaochuan’s attack—a feat that defied mortal comprehension.
Ning Xiaochuan could only watch as the three shadowy figures darted through the night like phantoms, their every leap spanning dozens of meters. The sheer force of their presence made his Blood Qi churn violently, as if his body might explode.
"Such formidable power!"
Realizing the arrival of these experts, Ning Xiaochuan dared not linger. He immediately fled.
Moments later, the three figures descended from the treetops, landing gracefully on the ground.
Each carried a spear as thick as a bowl’s mouth, measuring over 10 meters in length—five or six times taller than their own bodies. Planted upright, these spears towered like intricately carved pillars.
These were Dragon Elephant Halberd Spears, weapons exclusive to the Dragon Elephant Divine Warriors.
A Third Grade Mystic Artifact, each spear weighed a staggering 1,900 kilograms. Only those with immense strength could wield them with ease.
A single swing could sweep through entire armies. One warrior alone could rout thousands.
Profound Qi surged around the three, their martial prowess unfathomable—figures all martial artists could only look up to in awe.
At the forefront stood a Blue-haired, Green-eyed Peerless Beauty. Her demeanor was cold and proud, her figure tall and slender, with legs straight and delicate. Her azure hair cascaded like a waterfall, exuding an indescribable grace.
Her bright eyes emitted two beams of Profound Qi, each three feet long. With just a glance at the unconscious Xiao Li, she declared, "A genius, possessing the 'Glutton Heart Palace,' shaped like a beast. A pity his lung was pierced by a villain, leaving him severely injured."
Her pupils were a pure, jade-like green, clear and pristine.
"The Glutton Heart Palace is among the top-tier Abnormal Beast Heart Palaces. His future martial achievements are immeasurable. Captain, should we recruit him into the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion?" Zuo Jinfeng crouched down, lifting Xiao Li while white Profound Qi surged from his palm, stabilizing the youth's injuries.
These three were the elite warriors of the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion—Ji Hanxing, Zuo Jinfeng, and You Zui.
Ji Hanxing stood tall, her Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear held horizontally. Her curvaceous figure was poised straight, her lashes long, her nose delicate and crystalline. Coldly, she stated, "Talent alone isn’t enough to join the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion. However, the 'Glutton Heart Palace' is indeed rare, with immense potential. First, send him to the Diamond Martial Academy at the Emperor's Martial Palace. Let Dean Yan temper him. Then we’ll see if he’s worthy of joining us."
"Captain, come look at this!" Zuo Jinfeng’s voice carried a trace of alarm.
The three elites fixed their gazes on Xiao Li’s arm—withered, drained of blood, lifeless, like a mummy’s limb.
"The Blood Devouring Demon Art! This is the work of the Demonic Martial Artists. They’ve returned to the Imperial City."
The expressions of the three hardened.
Ji Hanxing frowned slightly, drawing a faint cut across her slender left middle finger. A drop of blood welled from her jade-like fingertip, exuding a fragrant aroma as it fell onto Xiao Li’s shriveled arm.
"Whoosh—"
Her single drop of blood erupted with a blinding crimson radiance, like a divine lantern, brimming with intense vitality. It bloomed midair into a radiant blood-red flower.
The flower settled onto Xiao Li’s withered arm, reviving the desiccated flesh. Muscle regrew, skin rejuvenated.
A single drop of blood, transformed into a divine bloom.
It restored all the lost Blood Qi in Xiao Li’s arm, reigniting its vitality—making it even stronger than before!
Zuo Jinfeng and You Zui exchanged stunned glances. Their captain’s power was unfathomable. A mere drop of her blood could reverse the effects of the Blood Devouring Demon Art—something far beyond their capabilities.
The wound on Ji Hanxing’s finger healed instantly, leaving no scar, smooth as jade.
Suddenly, her sharp eyes caught sight of footprints on the ground. Three-foot-long cold light surged from her pupils once more. "The exact same footprints. The aura is identical."
These prints matched those of the mysterious figure who had rescued Tianchenzi at South Moon Mountain.
Ji Hanxing immediately issued orders: "Zuo Jinfeng, take this youth to the Emperor's Martial Palace. You Zui, report to the Marquis—Tianchenzi may have been rescued by the Demonic Martial Artists."
The two swiftly departed.
Ji Hanxing followed the footprints, pursuing the one who had taken Tianchenzi. But when she reached the riverbank, the trail vanished.
Clearly, the person had plunged into the river, concealing their presence.
"Do you think jumping into the river means I can't track you? You’ll have to come ashore eventually." Ji Hanxing stared at the turbulent riverbank, her skin like ice-jade, long hair whipping in the wind, her eyes gleaming with spiritual light.
She held the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear, white Profound Qi Cloud surging beneath her feet as she leaped up and landed steadily on the water's surface.
Like a peerless beauty standing upon a mirror, her body did not sink as she scanned both banks of the river. The moment someone climbed ashore, she would spot them immediately.
……
After swimming for three hours, Ning Xiaochuan finally reached a secluded stretch of the river and climbed ashore. Seeing the first rays of sunlight glinting on the distant water, he felt a weight lift from his heart.
This place was already dozens of kilometers from where he had jumped into the river. Even if someone tried to track him, it wouldn’t be easy to find him anytime soon.
"Thankfully, I escaped quickly. Those three are undoubtedly top-tier experts. If they found out I wield the Demonic Sword, they’d surely 'purge evil in the name of justice.'"
Though Ning Xiaochuan hadn’t practiced demonic cultivation, the Demonic Sword within him could devour human blood—hardly any different from true demonic arts.
He could only hope Xiao Li was already dead. Otherwise, with his vengeful nature, the consequences would be endless.
Despite narrowly escaping death these past two days, his cultivation had still made significant progress. The only regret was losing that cartload of coins.
Over six million Small Coins, hundreds of profound medicines, and a branch of Blood Toad Wood—worth well over ten million in total. Who knew which bastard had gotten their hands on it now?
Two days had passed, and Ning Xiaochuan held no hope of recovering those coins or the Blood Toad Wood. He could only resign himself to bad luck, having crossed paths with a madman.
He was certain he hadn’t offended anyone—or if he had, it was Madam Silver Pool. What did any of it have to do with Xiao Li?
With a sigh, Ning Xiaochuan turned to leave.
Though he had been cautious enough, he still underestimated the prowess of the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion’s three top experts. Before long, Ji Hanxing descended upon the spot where he had climbed ashore, following his footprints as she continued her pursuit.
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