644: Chapter 633: Restore Strength, Breakthrough to the Object-Manipulating Realm!
644: Chapter 633: Restore Strength, Breakthrough to the Object-Manipulating Realm!
“Troublesome!”
The Death Warrior furrowed his brow in anger as he looked at Xu Xiaoqing lying in Ning Fan’s embrace, cursing loudly.
Ning Fan’s face was as still as water, holding tightly onto Xu Xiaoqing whose chest was stained red; his eyes were bloodshot, a single tear of blood streaming down his cheek and dropping onto Xu Xiaoqing’s face.
Her originally unblemished face, now upon feeling that bit of moisture, Xu Xiaoqing couldn’t even feel the pain any longer.
Her pale face trembled, and she managed to force a smile, an image so pitiable that it brought tears to one’s eyes.
“Ning…
Fan…
don’t cry…
I know I’m useless…
This is all I can do now…”
Xu Xiaoqing no longer wanted to be the little girl who always threw tantrums at Ning Fan, wasn’t that very childish?
Her actions had proved her feelings for Ning Fan, or rather, confirmed them.
At the moment she ran towards Ning Fan, ready to block the blow for him, she didn’t know what she was thinking.
The pain in her chest spread throughout her body, but seeing that Ning Fan was still alive and in her line of sight, Xu Xiaoqing felt content.
Seeing Ning Fan on the verge of tears, Xu Xiaoqing wanted to comfort him; she also had many things she wanted to tell him, but the grogginess in her mind grew heavier, and her vision became blurrier, until finally everything went dark, and she passed out.
“It’s your turn now, Ning Fan, or should I say, Ninth Master, heh heh…”
The Death Warrior seemed to greatly enjoy the pleasure of mocking his prey before killing them, with a few strange laughs, someone handed him another sharp dagger.
Giggle, giggle —
An unknown sound drew the Death Warriors’ attention.
Just as Ning Fan gently laid Xu Xiaoqing down on the ground and slowly stood up, his hair was floating slightly, the clothes on his body were about to burst from his muscles.
The once feeble aura now resembled a colossal beast, an invisible shadow looming over everyone.
“So that’s it…
So this is how it is…
I was wrong…
from the very beginning!”
Boundless True Qi surged from his once-sealed Dantian, and his ruptured meridians were rejuvenated; Ning Fan finally understood where the problem lay.
The off-branch technique in the Eight Zen Mantra that involved severing one’s meridians wasn’t wrong; it was his misunderstanding, thinking that after severing the meridians he had to cultivate the Eight Zen Mantra.
He was mistaken; he had misunderstood.
If the meridians were ruptured and the Dantian sealed, how could he possibly cultivate the Eight Zen Mantra?
The reason he had been unable to cultivate the Eight Zen Mantra over the past few days wasn’t due to a complete lack of effect; rather, the minuscule effects had been absorbed by his self-repairing meridians as nutrients.
Ning Fan’s meridians had been self-repairing since the moment they ruptured, like a seedling sprouting anew, revitalizing with fresh vitality, growing robustly, and expelling all impurities that were previously in the meridians.
“You all deserve to die!”
Ning Fan erupted with immense True Qi within him, unparalleled in might, his blood-red eyes glaring at the group of Death Warriors like a vengeful demon.
“Impossible!”
The Death Warriors stared in shock at the suddenly exploding Ning Fan.
The True Qi Realm, no, the power of the Object-Manipulating Realm.
They had felt this pressure emanating from the Family Head and the Twin Evils of Object-Manipulating; it was a might only possessed by the powerful of the Object-Manipulating Realm.
How could it be that someone who was hardly even a Martial Artist a moment ago had instantly recovered to the power level of the Object-Manipulating Realm, and even with a more formidable pressure than an ordinary master of that realm?
What was happening?
These Death Warriors, unafraid of death, tasted the flavor of fear in front of Ning Fan for the first time, a fear that came from the unknown.
Humans have always harbored a deep fear of the unknown.
This fear was instinctive!
Like a raging beast, Ning Fan’s face twisted into a fierce snarl as he raised his hand, and all the pieces of glass on the ground levitated into the air.
“Go to hell, all of you!”
Countless sharp shards shot towards the group, the piercing sounds echoing through the air.
Half of the Death Warriors were severely injured, and several unlucky ones, impaled with glass fragments all over, died on the spot.
With the augmentation of True Qi, these fragments became more lethal than bullets at close range.
Ning Fan was no longer at the early stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm but had burst through that barrier and reached the intermediate stage.
Faced with these Death Warriors who were only at the True Qi Realm, they were simply not on the same level.
“Ning Fan, even if our end is already destined today, we must tear a piece of flesh from you.
Attack together, and kill the other woman too!”
The leading Death Warrior, who had just been blocked by Xu Xiaoqing, glared at Ning Fan viciously.
He waved his knife towards Ning Fan and then, with a turn of the blade, ordered several men to take Xu Ruolan’s life.
“…”
Ning Fan narrowed his eyes and glared fiercely at the group of Death Warriors.
Controlling objects with Qi, two sharp knives flew out of the hands of two Death Warriors and directly into Ning Fan’s hands.
Ning Fan was determined to personally slaughter these damned beings!
“You, all deserve to die!”
The expression on Ning Fan’s face was almost insane, his eyes full of killing intent.
The sound of a Hungarian dance filled the bar, and Ning Fan’s movements created a dance of death to the rhythm.
With a slash, a figure was cleaved into two halves by Ning Fan on the spot.
Xu Ruolan, in a daze, walked over to Xu Xiaoqing and cradled her head in her arms, her eyes filled with sorrow.
The surrounding carnage didn’t affect her in the slightest.
Now, the only thing in her eyes was her sister, Xu Xiaoqing.
“Xiaoqing…
Xiaoqing…”
Why had she once again watched someone she was close to die before her eyes?
Xu Ruolan’s eyes turned ashen, staring blankly at Xiaoqing, constantly murmuring to herself.
If only she had not agreed to Xu Xiaoqing’s suggestion back then; then they wouldn’t have come out, and Xiaoqing wouldn’t have met this cruel fate.
Her chin resting against Xu Xiaoqing’s cheek, she felt the temperature of her sister’s body growing colder.
Xu Ruolan was enveloped in utter despair.
“Damn it, damn it, all of you should die!”
Ning Fan brandishing his twin blades, butchered one man into minced meat.
“Ha ha ha…
Xiaoqing!”
Ning Fan gasped with intense emotion, but he had not completely lost his cool.
He suddenly remembered Xu Xiaoqing, who had passed out from excessive blood loss.
All the Death Warriors had been dealt with, and there was no time to delay for Xiaoqing.
Every second counted, and the longer he waited, the more danger Xiaoqing was in.
“Ruolan, let go of Xiaoqing, she isn’t dead yet!” Ning Fan rushed to Xu Ruolan, who was holding Xu Xiaoqing, and shouted anxiously.
Xu Ruolan did not hear Ning Fan’s voice.
She kept holding Xu Xiaoqing’s body tightly, unwilling to let go, tears running down her cheeks as she murmured the name of her sister, who had already lost consciousness.
“Ruolan, Xiaoqing isn’t dead yet, hurry up and hand her over to me, I can save her!”
Ning Fan’s roar sounded in Xu Ruolan’s ears.
Xu Ruolan turned her stiff head to look at Ning Fan, the despair in her eyes piercing him.
“Quick, let me save her!”