Chapter 1150: Chapter 1139: The Dagger Revealed
“Hehe, it’s you who’ll die now, not me. Don’t you realize that?” Nalan Yanfeng stood not far away, sipping on a glass of red wine as she watched the drama unfold.
Ning Qiankun shook his head, trying to dispel the intoxication from his mind.
In an instant, his hands turned into palms, his Qi sank into his Dantian, and he pressed down sharply, attempting to expel the effects of the Cold Ice Powder with a surge of True Qi.
Whoosh…
However, after several attempts, he met with failure each time, leaving him somewhat disappointed.
As the True Qi he summoned increased, his face grew paler and paler, even his lips turned purple-blue, clearly indicating that the Cold Ice toxin was rampaging through his body, affecting his internal organs and emanating a chilling aura.
Ning Qiankun wanted to use his phone to make a call, but his hand refused to obey, trembling uncontrollably, and even his fingers couldn’t bend, let alone dial.
Due to the extremely respectful attitude of a Nalan clan member earlier, Ning Qiankun lowered his guard against Nalan Yanfeng to the lowest level. He had only brought a driver who doubled as a bodyguard, but that bodyguard was downstairs and hadn’t come up.
Ning Qiankun sought rescue, but seeing there was no chance, for the entire top floor had been booked by Nalan Yanfeng, and all entrances and exits were blocked by the Nalan clan members.
“Report to the miss, everything is ready, just waiting for Ning Qiankun to die.”
“Excellent!”
Nalan Yanfeng smiled coldly, clapped her hands, and step by step approached Ning Qiankun, saying softly, “Ning Qiankun, over the years, you, as the Ning Family Head, have been extremely unfair in your love for your sons. If Ning Qingfeng killed Ning Jianyang, he must die, then why shouldn’t Ning Fan when he killed Ning Qingfeng?”
This is the scale in your heart, severely biased towards Ning Fan. Don’t you feel unfair?”
“This is a private matter of our Ning Family, does it have anything to do with you, a woman kicked out of the house? Be sensible and detoxify me immediately, or I will make sure you die without a grave.”
In an instant, Ning Qiankun’s demeanor as the first family head of Ning Family in Dragon City showed, so cold-blooded, his eyes red, like a devil.
If the cold poison inside hadn’t erupted, he could have killed Nalan Yanfeng on the spot, leaving her without any chance to fight back.
But at this moment, he couldn’t do it. The Cold Ice Powder had frozen his muscles; if left to develop over time, he would be paralyzed and die, unable to move.
Watching Nalan Yanfeng continuously approaching, the distance getting closer and closer.
Ning Qiankun knew that tonight’s plan was a feast set by Nalan Yanfeng to confuse him earlier, pretending the Nalan had truly repented.
Only, he did not expect that Nalan Yanfeng’s character hadn’t changed at all.
Whoosh.
Ning Qiankun exhaled a breath of impure air, shook his head, and coldly laughed, “In this case, I can only use the last resort.”
“What?”
Nalan Yanfeng was taken aback, looking at the weird smile in Ning Qiankun’s eyes, her heart pounding, unsure what Ning Qiankun had in mind.
The Nalan Clan members also watched closely, looking to see if Ning Qiankun had one last counterattack opportunity before his death.
At that moment, Ning Qiankun clenched his teeth, his face contorted to the extreme.
Next, he slapped his head and shouted.
“Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, Burn Life!”
Swish…
In an instant, the remaining vitality inside him was unleashed, like scorching lava, consuming the remnants of the Cold Ice Powder.
Thus, two forces clashed inside him, Ning Qiankun’s face alternatively turning red and white, showing the fierce internal struggle.
At this time, Nalan Yanfeng waved her hand urgently, “Everyone, attack immediately, kill him, don’t give him a chance to expel the poison.”
“Yes, miss.”
The Nalan Clan members who sought to redeem themselves immediately accepted the order loudly, drawing hidden weapons, charging towards Ning Qiankun.
In an instant, swords, spears, knives, axes, hooks, and forks; all kinds were being used.
Blades flashing, swords shadowing the sky, dazzling under the lights.
Ning Qiankun, burning life and stimulating potential, momentarily appeared as if revitalized, facing the siege, he laughed coldly.
“Hahaha… as a superior, it’s been many years since I killed anyone. If I can kill to my heart’s content before dying, it’d be satisfying.”
Then, he flashed towards the elevator, preparing to break through.
If truly trapped and his strength exhausted, he’d be chopped into pieces instantly.
Which was something Ning Qiankun didn’t want to see.
As Ning Family’s head, being chopped into pieces would undoubtedly be humiliating and shake Ning Family’s status and cohesion.
“All of you, die!”
With no regard for his dying strength, he attacked fiercely and swiftly.
One palm strike could send someone flying.
One kick meant a life lost.
Though using fist and foot, the lethality was no less than any Divine Weapon, highly efficient in claiming lives.
In an instant, the scent of blood permeated, and after several deaths, the Nalan Clan members hesitated, slowing down.
“Isn’t this old guy poisoned? Why does he still have such strong martial power?”
“Could we have misunderstood, and he’s just pretending?”
“Impossible, his expression and movements were vividly real; if he were not a national treasure actor, he couldn’t have such martial prowess.”
“Didn’t you hear, he’s burning life, using the body’s potential to forcibly elevate battle strength. Once his vitality runs out, he’ll die instantly.”
“Then what are we talking about, just rush together, one burst of effort, kill him.”
Despite the discussions, they did not affect Ning Qiankun’s rapid advance; he punched and kicked through, sending figures flying.
“A bunch of worthless things, no wonder they can’t beat Fan, turns out they’re just trash.”
“All of you, die!”
Saying this, Ning Qiankun’s complexion carried a strange redness, his martial prowess deeper, striking fiercely.
Nalan Yanfeng watched Ning Qiankun charge left and right, her eyes narrowed, she took the sword set aside and whistled, her form gliding, blocking his way.
“Ning old man, I didn’t expect you’re still a master, let me personally see just how deep your martial prowess is.”
“Hehe, I won’t give you the opportunity.”
Listening to Nalan Yanfeng’s words, Ning Qiankun changed his direction, rushing towards the floor-to-ceiling window on the edge of the roof.
He couldn’t prolong the martial prowess gained by burning life, so he wouldn’t waste time with Nalan Yanfeng.
“Hmm?”
Nalan Yanfeng was somewhat confused, why was this old guy running towards the window instead of taking the elevator?
Could it be that he would rather die than suffer humiliation, attempting to jump?