Chapter 1186: Chapter 1175: Senior, Please Commit Seppuku in Atonement
Chapter 1175: Senior, Please Commit Ritual Suicide to Apologize
Dammit.
Nalan Jiuhuang rolled her eyes, but as a senior, she was too embarrassed to lash out, and gritted her teeth to say, “Family Head Ning, young Ning, you father and son should not take advantage and then act innocent. When you were at the defensive position, you might have had a geographic advantage, but trying to counterattack and face us in the open will eliminate your advantages, putting us on the same starting line.
Can you still win when outnumbered?”
“So, senior means that your Nalan Family still has a chance to turn the tables?”
Ning Fan rolled his eyes and said impatiently.
Seeing Ning Fan’s attitude, Nalan Jiuhuang could no longer suppress her anger and shouted, “Boy, I’ll make this clear now — if we can’t defeat the members of the Ning Family on the open ground, I’ll immediately commit ritual suicide as an apology.”
“Senior, this is what you said yourself, I didn’t force you, okay.”
Ning Fan raised his head to the sky, nostrils flaring, and didn’t even spare Nalan Jiuhuang a glance, speaking arrogantly.
“Let’s wait and see who will win.”
Nalan Jiuhuang’s face darkened and she ‘killed’ Ning Fan countless times with her eyes before her anger subsided.
Inside Quiet Thought Hall, everyone fell silent and the atmosphere grew awkward.
Outside the Ning Family villa, the tide turned on the attacking and defending sides. After receiving Ning Fan’s precise orders, Ouyang Feifei immediately issued the command via walkie-talkie.
“All forces and personnel affiliated with the Ning Family, wherever you are, counterattack fiercely and intensely.”
“Southeast team received!”
“Southwest team executing immediately!”
“Say no more, just do it!”
Soon, the attacking Nalan Family troops suffered a head-on assault, leaving them momentarily stunned and shocked.
“Even if our forces face severe losses, they are not comparable to the number of Ning’s members. And they dare to counterattack?”
“We must admit, the individual combat level of Ning Family members actually exceeds ours. Counterattack is inevitable given these dynamics.”
“Retreat immediately to open flat ground and engage them in a fair duel!”
Thus, as the Ning Family counterattacked, the Nalan Family retreated, changing roles in a comical situation.
“Charge! Attack…”
“Quickly retreat!”
Whether it was the Shadow Team led by Ouyang Feifei, the Ning Family squads led by Steward Zhang, or disciples of the Cloud Breaking Sect led by Duan Yunfei, all were fiercely counterattacking.
At this moment, any disciple of the Nalan Family who was slightly slow became cannon fodder, ruthlessly slaughtered.
As they retreated to the central open ground, they lost another hundred or so men.
Up to this point, the Nalan Family’s losses were close to half their numbers, a grim situation.
Adding to this, rumors of Nalan Wuwei’s serious injury and Nalan Wuchang’s death made the Nalan Family clansmen pale, lacking courage to fight again.
Originally, they thought reaching the open ground meant they could engage the Ning Family and its affiliates in a fair battle.
However, reality told them how naive this idea was!
Their retreat triggered a chain reaction; many Nalan clansmen had already fled amid the chaos, scattering the whole force further, causing more severe casualties as they fought separately rather than united.
For a moment, defeated soundly though resisting at every point, they ultimately retreated dozens of miles to camp, refraining from rash moves, reporting this to Nalan Jiuhuang and others.
With a loud bang.
Nalan Jiuhuang slammed the table, her face ice-cold unlike her previous calm, “Useless, all useless!”
“Uh…”
The several senior elders of the Nalan Family shivered silently, dared not to speak under the accusation, internally muttering, “This defeat indicates problems in Nalan Jiuhuang’s command skills, not the soldiers’ fault.”
Yet, they buried this thought deep, remaining extraordinarily respectful in demeanor.
“Grand aunt, what should we do with the current situation?”
“Hmph!”
Nalan Jiuhuang turned her head aside, eyes filled with a hint of murderous intent.
Ning Qiankun smiled slightly, nodding subtly to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan understood immediately, stood up, walked before Nalan Jiuhuang, and said happily, “Senior, if I remember correctly, you seemed to say earlier that once the Nalan Family was defeated you’d commit ritual suicide; does that still hold true?”
“You…”
Nalan Jiuhuang turned back, glaring coldly at Ning Fan, wishing to skin, drink his blood, and eat his flesh.
Ning Fan was fearless, still talking smilingly, “Senior, what’s up with that look, do you perhaps want to eat me up?”
“Ning Fan, don’t be too presumptuous!”
Nalan Jiuhuang finally couldn’t contain her anger, shouting angrily and stepping towards Ning Fan.
That overwhelming aura made everyone’s face turn pale, struggling to breathe.
Compared to Ning Fan’s cultivation at the Peak of True Origin Realm and Nalan Jiuhuang’s Intermediate Stage of Aerial Mastery Realm, there was still a significant disparity in realms.
With each step Nalan Jiuhuang took, Ning Fan felt the pressure intensifying, as though it might suffocate him.
Swoosh…
Ning Fan abruptly mobilized the Dragon Ball’s breath within himself, merging it into his True Qi, forming a strong defensive circle around himself.
Once the defensive circle formed, Ning Fan’s entire body relaxed, with no pressure felt anymore.
“Huh?”
Nalan Jiuhuang approached feeling a trace of peculiarity.
Just now, with each step she took, she could sense changes on Ning Fan’s face, carrying a trace of panic.
But now, Ning Fan seemed as steady as Mount Tai, unfazed by joy or sorrow, what on earth was the logic behind this?
Nevertheless, Nalan Jiuhuang was rather confident in her realm of Aerial Mastery. Without stopping, she pressured step by step, “Ning Fan, always speak respectfully to seniors. You just acted too rude, apologize immediately, or I’ll leave you without a burial place.”
“Haha, if labeled a crime, how could words be lacking?”
Ning Fan lifted his head, glancing at her sideways and sneering, “Could it be, senior can’t afford to lose?”
“Impudence!”
Nalan Jiuhuang finally couldn’t suppress her inner anger, slapping towards Ning Fan, with the simple aim to break Ning Fan’s defensive circle and seize the chance to kill him.
As long as Ning Fan, this vital combatant, was eliminated, Ning Qiankun was of little concern, a mere matter of convenience.
Once the Ning Family lost its leaders, even if their external forces achieved victory, it’d mean nothing.
At that point, Nalan Jiuhuang would personally sweep through the Nalan Family’s forces and affiliates, enough to overturn them and rout them in defeat.