Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Chapter 127 Rematch with Ning Hanchuan

The moment he finished speaking, Ning Hanchuan moved with lightning speed, closing in! His speed was several times faster than when he was in the Immortal Remnant Land!

Without any probing, Ning Hanchuan immediately unleashed the Heavenly Prison Kill, a supreme technique of the Lihentian Palace!

Ning Hanchuan formed a claw with his five fingers, the tips of which were filled with pitch-black ice that could freeze the soul. He aimed straight for Lu Ming's heart. Wherever the claw passed, the air was torn apart, leaving five pale ice trails!

Lu Minghan's hair stood on end! Although he had been prepared, the remnants of the restriction were still there, greatly reducing his strength.

Faced with this killing move that far surpassed his own level, he used the Xuanhuang Divine Treasury to forcefully circulate the five energies in his chest and unleashed the strongest defensive move in the Xuanwu True Art, the Mountain-Bearing Strike, to meet it head-on!

"boom!"

The claws and swords clashed, unleashing a dull, deafening roar! The Xuanbing demonic energy and the Xuanwu blood energy collided violently, sending ice shards and bursts of energy flying everywhere!

Lu Ming trembled violently, feeling a surge of violent, chilling power rushing into him.

The attack instantly shattered his hastily constructed defenses, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into a rocky outcrop.

The rocks crumbled, and Lu Ming saw stars before his eyes.

But Lu Ming's physical strength was indeed formidable; the powerful claw wind didn't even scratch his skin.

"Is that all you've got?" Ning Hanchuan sneered, but at the same time he was secretly alarmed.

His figure followed closely, closing in once more, his fingers like swords, and a meridian-breaking finger was aimed at Lu Ming's dantian, intending to directly destroy his foundation!

"Brother! Stop!" Ning Qingxue's anxious cry rang out. At the same time, a dazzling light came from the side and pierced straight at Ning Hanchuan's ribs!

It was Ning Qingxue's short blade; she made a move to try and save Lu Ming.

Ning Hanchuan frowned, forced to ease his attacks on Lu Ming, and slapped the short blade with his backhand. "Qingxue, you're actually going to fight me for this old enemy from the Immortal Relic Land?"

"He saved my life!" Ning Qingxue gritted her teeth, her short blade flashing with a skillful yet clearly calculated move, "Brother, let him go! I'm begging you!"

"Saved you? Then you deserve to die even more! To prevent your Dao heart from being disturbed!" A fierce glint flashed in Ning Hanchuan's eyes, and he showed no mercy. His palm technique suddenly became violent, and the rolling demonic energy transformed into countless palm shadows, engulfing Ning Qingxue and Lu Ming, who was struggling to get up!

Lu Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a ruthless glint in his eyes. He knew that there was no chance of winning by conventional means.

He instantly condensed the wisp of profound true qi he had just gathered, combined it with the power of the five qi and blood in his chest.

The azure-gold sword light in the clouds carried a tragic aura, instantly transforming into a dazzling rainbow that pierced straight at Ning Hanchuan's brow!

This sword strike almost completely drained him of all his remaining energy and spirit.

Ning Hanchuan did not expect that Lu Ming could still unleash such an attack despite being seriously injured. Although it was not fatal, it still forced him to take it seriously.

He snorted coldly, his magical power surging, the extreme cold freezing the air and slowing down the sword light. At the same time, he threw a punch, and dark blue ice crystals condensed on his fist, directly clashing with the sword tip!

"clang!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal reverberated across the land! Yun Jianxue cried out in anguish, nearly losing her grip, and Lu Ming was sent flying backward once more, his body covered in a thin layer of ice, barely clinging to life.

Ning Hanchuan was also shaken by the will and strange force contained in this sword, causing his blood and qi to rise slightly, and cracks appeared on the ice crystals on his fist.

Just as he was slightly out of breath, Ning Qingxue seized the opportunity! She lunged towards the direction Lu Ming was flying backward, while the Heart-Shattering Bell on her wrist vibrated wildly.

A gentle energy, mixed with a peculiar rhythm, flowed into Lu Ming's body like a tide, temporarily protecting him and slowing the invasion of the cold.

"Lu Ming! Go!" she shouted hoarsely, pushing Lu Ming toward the Remnant Star Pavilion with all her might.

Ning Qingxue turned around, spread her arms, and shone with seven-colored light, transforming into a dazzling barrier between Ning Hanchuan and Lu Ming.

She looked at her brother with sorrowful yet resolute eyes, offering no attack, only a block.

"Qingxue!!!" Ning Hanchuan was furious. He looked at his sister's posture of using her body as a shield, and then at Lu Ming's back as he barely activated his escape light and desperately fled towards the Remnant Star Pavilion. He was unable to give chase immediately.

In that brief moment of delay, Lu Ming's figure had already disappeared into the dense forest of rocks behind the Remnant Star Pavilion.

Ning Hanchuan's face was ashen as he looked at his pale-faced sister who stood in front of him, refusing to budge an inch. His anger raged.

Finally, he stomped his foot heavily, causing the ground to crack and shatter.

Ning Hanchuan leaped forward and grabbed Ning Qingxue's wrist to check her injuries.

He discovered that in order to save Lu Ming, she used a secret technique to break the restriction, which greatly depleted her spiritual power. In addition, she had also suffered serious internal injuries from withstanding his palm strike earlier.

"You...you'd better watch yourself!" Ning Hanchuan gritted his teeth and spat out a few words. He stopped looking in the direction where Lu Ming had disappeared, grabbed Ning Qingxue, and transformed into a streak of black light, rushing towards the main hall.

With his younger sister injured, Lu Ming escaped to the rendezvous point. This matter must be immediately reported to his father for a decision.

Outside the Remnant Star Pavilion, there is a dense forest.

Lu Ming stumbled and rolled to the ground. The last bit of demonic energy Ning Qingxue poured in protected his heart meridian, but it also caused a conflict between the Dao and demonic energies within his body, making him suffer terribly.

He tried to get up, but his vision blurred.

Little did Ning Qingxue know that this was a panicked act. Lu Ming's body had been transformed by the blood of immortality, making his physical body incredibly strong. Ordinary attacks could not possibly harm the foundation of his body.

Several sword lights descended from the front.

"Junior Brother Lu!" Chu Tianyi rushed forward first. Seeing Lu Ming's miserable state, he was shocked and immediately used his magic power to stabilize his injuries and feed him medicine.

Mo Yuan and the others quickly set up a perimeter.

"Senior Brother... Ning..." Lu Ming grabbed Chu Tianyi, his breath weak.

"Understood, let's leave first!" Chu Tianyi said decisively, helping Mo Yuan to support him, and nodded to the others.

"Quickly, go and meet Senior Brother Li! We need to retreat!"

Mo Yuan crushed the sword-shaped jade talisman.

Facing the cliff, the Zhenwu Sect's battle formation suddenly erupted with an unprecedented roar. Blood and smoke mixed with the main cannons of the Sky-Splitting Warships fired in unison, launching a fierce attack on the gap in the mountain-protecting formation, clearly to create an escape window for them.

"Walk!"

Several streaks of light skimmed the ground, taking advantage of the cover of the mountains and the night, and sped toward the designated evacuation point.

Any sporadic obstacles encountered along the way were cleared away as quickly as possible.

Amidst the turbulence and drowsiness, Lu Ming finally gazed at the Li Tian Cliff, where firelight and malevolent energy intertwined.

Old grudges from the land of immortals, helping hands in dire straits, that resolute seven-colored radiance... all these images intertwine and eventually sink into the depths of the heart.

Meanwhile, inside the secret chamber of the main hall.

The black jade talisman in front of Ning Wuyai shone steadily, and a majestic thought emanated from the Heavenly Palace headquarters:

"The Divine Cauldron is given to the True Martial Sect. The karma here is immense, and only the True Martial Sect can bear it. The Martial Ancestor is about to return; we must not antagonize the True Martial Sect."

Ning Wuyai slowly opened his eyes, the last trace of struggle fading away, leaving only deep weariness and awe.

"Yes, ma'am."

Ning Wuyai, severely injured, dared not appear outside. Firstly, he feared that the morale of the disciples in the hall would be demoralized, and secondly, he feared that the Zhenwu Sect would spare no expense to take advantage of his illness and kill him.

He glanced reluctantly at the Divine Continent Cauldron, sighed deeply, and finally made his decision.

He had already been informed of the reasons for the destruction of the Heavenly Pivot within the Heavenly Palace, and the Divine Cauldron was indeed greatly affected by the cause...