- Chapter 138 2 (2/2)

After a series of sword breaking sound and the howl of the dispersing flame, Ning Fan finally could not withstand the backlash of the technique and was sent crashing down towards the ground by the heat wave of the magical art. Blood was coughed out from him incessantly.

A burnt corpse with thousands of holes was revealed after the numerous flame shadows and sword qi disintegrated in the clear sky…

The corpse did not have a shred of rotten meat left. All flesh were incinerated. And the soul within had been burnt to nothingness.

Nevertheless, the frame of the corpse was not completely destroyed yet. So was this the sturdiness of the corpse that had reached the borderline of Corpse Devil…?

If the corpse in his Cauldron Ring was a true Corpse Devil...then how strong would her physique be?

Ning Fan forced himself to stand up after breathing for a long period of time. He looked at the burnt corpse from afar silently.

There wasn’t the happiness of a victor, but only a trace of calmness.

“Moksha Emperor, I am getting closer to you… one day, you will face the same fate of this corpse…” He said in a cold tone.

…

Ning Fan remained calm because he had a much more powerful enemy. So he would never be contented before Moksha Emperor was truly eradicated.

But the cultivators in Ning City all became curious after the intense clash of magical techniques that happened earlier.

The clash of techniques that occured at the ancient battlefield a thousand li away was too fierce. It was a great battle that rarely occurred in Yue Country for thousands of years.

And the result of the battle was what they were most concerned of…

Who won? Was it “Black Devil Ning” and Ning Fan or the black corpse who had annihilated seven countries?

Then those nervous looking cultivators saw Suqiu and Jing Zhuo stepping back to Ning City on their escaping light.

The former’s beautiful face consisted of a hint shock whereas the latter seemed to be sighing, his face full of complex emotions.

Jing Zhuo’s expression made every cultivator’s heart sink. The impetuous Bu Kuangfen couldn’t help but ask.

“Old ancestor, why do you look so worried… could it be Black Devil Ning has lost to the corpse devil?”

“Lost? *cough cough cough…* why don't you guys see it for yourself…”

Jing Zhuo looked towards the far distance. All the other cultivators followed his gaze. From afar, there was a white-cloaked black-robed teenager flying nonchalantly towards their direction on an escaping light.

The teenager’s magical force was extremely weak causing the escaping light to be slightly unstable. But his gaze was calm and his hands were carrying a charred black corpse as if announcing his war trophy.

Without needing an explanation, all the cultivators on site felt a relief …

Without a doubt! The black corpse had finally been eliminated!

Was the white-cloaked black-robed teenager Ning Fan or Black Devil Ning…? As both of them looked exactly the same.

Bu Kuangfen looked glumly at Old Ancestor Jing Zhuo as he noticed the weird expression on the ancestor’s face.

“Old ancestor, you should be happy about it since Grandmaster Black Devil has won, why are you wearing such a sour face? This will make us worry about you…”

“I’m feeling happy… *cough cough cough*...” Jing Zhuo indeed was happy, but he couldn’t make himself seem happy. He was no match for the black corpse, unlike Ning Fan who was able to execute the peak Nascent Realm magical technique, the Sixth Revolution Dragon Fire, that charred the black corpse...

Jing Zhuo knew that the one who exterminated the black corpse was not Black Devil Ning but Ning Fan…. There is no such nonsense as Black Devil Ning in this world.

As such, he sighed and his emotions were slightly tilted off the balance.… Was Ning Fan really an 18 year old teenager…? He would rather believe that Ning Fan was a Nascent Soul and a Fourth Revolution alchemist who had lived thousands of years.

But then, it was afraid that Jing Zhuo was the only one who had the conflicting mood, the other cultivators were overjoyed at the news.

Right after Ning Fan landed at Ning City, Nan Gong, who had pursued the fleeing ship of Extreme Yin Gate, had returned along with the others.

The War between the Devil Armies and Yue Armies had finally ended. After this, Ning Fan was going to embark on the path of core formation.

Before the weakened Ning Fan had the chance to rest, he was tackled in the chest by Zhi He and almost fell down.

But the one who fell before he did was Suqiu Xianzi…

“Aiya, Brother Fan come quickly. You need to see what happened to Suqiu Xianziu! Why has she fainted?!” Zhi He exclaimed.

“This is…”

Ning Fan spirit sense scanned the fainted Suqiu, his expression suddenly darkened.

Suqiu was poisoned. Although the poison was not strong, but it had gone deep into her body making the process of detoxification harder…

He mentally apologised and touched Suqiu’s feet with his palm.

“This stubborn girl had indeed been poisoned during that time… Why didn't she mention about her being poisoned… yet she has pushed herself all the way till now…”

Ning Fan shook his head lightly, his respect towards Suqiu increased by another shred.

A girl who had such tenacity was rare… This girl wasn't bad.

*A clay ox entering the sea - to disappear with no hope of returning. (like a clay figurine dissolving in water)

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This translation originated from Liberspark.

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