Chapter 1151: Chapter 1140: Escape from Heaven
“Ning Qiankun, there’s no way forward, will you not stretch your neck and die?”
Nalan Yanfeng, instead, remained still, standing there with a cold smile and a look of inevitable victory.
However, Ning Qiankun turned his head, coldly saying, “There’s always a way out, I say there is a way, and once placed in a deathtrap, I can revive as well.”
With that, his figure soared high, hurtling toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
“Hiss…”
Everyone gasped, watching Ning Qiankun’s figure draw a perfect arc, crashing into the floor-to-ceiling window.
With a loud crash,
a human-shaped hole was struck in the window, glass shards flying everywhere, making the members of the Nalan Clan dodge repeatedly.
Once they regained their composure amidst the chaos, they found Ning Qiankun had vanished.
Damn it.
Nalan Yanfeng was furious, quickly rushing over, holding onto the broken window to look down.
She saw Ning Qiankun was actually running downward with his body perpendicular to the wall.
This scene looked nothing short of bizarre!
In fact, Nalan Yanfeng had overlooked one crucial thing: once a martial cultivator reaches the True Qi Realm, they can manipulate the True Qi within their body at will.
Ning Qiankun’s state was one where he concentrated all his True Qi onto his feet, clinging to the wall, allowing him to run down steadily as if it were flat ground.
This kind of scene can be seen in movies, it’s what they call running on walls.
“What in the world is going on?”
Not only was Nalan Yanfeng anxious, but the pedestrians below were also drawn to this scene, exclaiming in shock.
“Oh my God, there really are people in the world who can run on walls like Spider-Man.”
“Of course, did you think the ancient Qinggong masters of our Huaxia were made up? They really existed.”
“From my years of reading fantasy novels, isn’t it said that the spiritual energy on Earth is depleted? How can someone still achieve this realm?”
“What do you know, fantasy is fantasy, martial arts is martial arts, these people start training from a young age, using natural treasures for nourishment, not relying on external spiritual power, as long as you can endure hardships, you can master real kung fu, got it?”
As pedestrians stopped to watch, chattering incessantly, more and more people gathered around.
However, Ning Qiankun had no time to slack off, nor could he care about the people’s discussions because the life he burned for this chance of survival didn’t last long and would soon burn out.
By that time, he would be exhausted, on the brink of death.
So, this was a race against time, and nothing could distract him.
Nalan Yanfeng came back to her senses and immediately waved to the members of the Nalan Clan, “Go after him immediately, I don’t believe that by burning his life, he can gain endless time. Once his life is exhausted, that’s when he’ll die.”
“Miss, why should we chase him? If he keeps running like this, his life will burn out, and he’ll naturally die.”
A confused Nalan clan member asked.
With a slap,
Nalan Yanfeng slapped him in frustration, saying, “What do you know, if we don’t pressure him, he’ll hide in the chaos and scavenge in a corner, lingering on in a deteriorated state. If he meets Ning Fan, he could prolong his life.”
“That’s true.”
The crowd fell silent, following Nalan Yanfeng down the elevator.
With so many people and the limited speed of the elevator, by the time they got downstairs, they saw Ning Qiankun already beside a car, yanking the door open.
“Master, what’s happening?”
The driver-bodyguard was startled, hurriedly asking.
“No nonsense, just drive quickly.”
Ning Qiankun glanced back, seeing Nalan Yanfeng and others in pursuit, knowing he couldn’t delay, immediately sat in the passenger seat, and exhaled heavily.
For a moment, he felt as though his entire body was about to fall apart, the heat from burning his life, nearly exhausted.
The poison of Cold Ice Powder quickly took over, spreading rapidly.
Ning Qiankun’s teeth chattered, relying on his previously warmed body, and quickly took out his phone to call Ning Fan.
Beep beep beep…
Ning Fan, with Ouyang Feifei, discussing the recent situation, picked up Ning Qiankun’s call immediately.
“Old man, what’s going on?”
“Huff… Ning Fan, I was tricked by Nalan Yanfeng to a Hongmen banquet and poisoned with Cold Ice Powder. Fortunately, I burned my life and escaped through the window, but my current state is worrying, come rescue me quickly.”
Ning Qiankun said with all his strength, trembling.
“Where are you now?”
Ning Fan jumped up, asking adamantly.
“I’m below Dragon City Hotel, sitting in a car, heading straight towards the Ning Family villa, follow this route to find me. Not much more to say, I must fight against the lingering poison of Cold Ice Powder now.”
Ning Qiankun hung up the phone, his face pale, leaning against the seat, sweat streaming down his forehead, but his body shivered from the cold.
The driver-bodyguard seeing Nalan Yanfeng and others chasing, and Ning Qiankun’s condition, was alarmed.
He drove the car quickly towards the Ning Family villa, overtaking cars, disregarding the traffic lights.
Indeed, as the driver-bodyguard for the head of Dragon City’s top Ning Family, his cultivation wasn’t low, but faced with so many masters in pursuit, he chose to flee instead of stopping.
After all, Ning Qiankun’s condition was dire. Even if he could hold off those behind them, prolonged delay meant certain death for Ning Qiankun.
Thus, he wisely chose to drive the car to its limits, speeding towards the Ning Family villa.
Ning Qiankun’s situation worsened, regretting, he sighed, “It’s hard to change your nature, a dog can’t stop itself from eating shit, I regret being fooled by Nalan Yanfeng’s men, one person coming to Dragon City Hotel was a mistake.”
“Master, stop talking, your condition can’t afford a delay, save your strength and wait for Young Master Fan to save you.”
The driver glanced back, seeing Nalan Yanfeng’s group in about five or six cars approaching fast.
While driving, the driver picked up the phone and made a call.
“Hello, Butler Zhang? Yes, the Master was attacked by Nalan Yanfeng, his life is in danger, and we’re being chased. Please send the Protector Squad for reinforcement.”
“What?”
On the other end, Butler Zhang was startled, his face pale as if covered in aluminum foil.
Unexpectedly, one problem hadn’t yet been resolved, when another arose.