Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 463: The Woman in Ning Cheng’s Arms

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: The Woman in Ning Cheng’s Arms

Shi Feng looked up, staring at the Big Palm Print that appeared overhead, the power of the Martial Saint, which he now felt completely powerless against.

Then, Shi Feng looked down at the palm of his left hand, thinking that he could only rely on it now!

What Shi Feng was counting on was the Blood-colored Stone Stele in the palm of his left hand, transformed into the Blood Monument Pattern. According to what the Blood Demon Remnant Soul had said, because it was severely damaged, it could only be activated three times, and he had already activated it twice, leaving only this last time.

Shi Feng really didn’t want to activate it the last time unless absolutely necessary, for it would destroy the stele that possessed a small world of its own.

But now, he was at a point of no return. Under the power of the Martial Saint, he couldn’t resist at all; if he didn’t activate it, he would only die!

Immediately, Shi Feng’s mind stirred, but right after, a strange, mocking "heh" laughter suddenly emerged from behind, "Heh heh! Heh heh heh! Heh heh heh heh heh!"

Hearing this perverted laughter, without even needing to turn his head, Shi Feng knew this laughter came from that pervert Ning Cheng.

But then, Shi Feng felt a familiar power suddenly radiating from Ning Cheng’s body.

Shi Feng temporarily stopped activating the Blood-colored Stone Stele and turned around, only to see Ning Cheng had undergone a drastic change, with strands of black smoke drifting off his body.

"Heh heh! Heh heh heh!" Ning Cheng, still laughing with his head low, now had his face shrouded with strands of black smoke.

"This power!" Seeing the power spreading from Ning Cheng, Shi Feng immediately realized, this guy was once a disciple of one of his own, though this pervert must have some Secret Technique, or Secret Treasure, that had kept these powers hidden before, making them undetectable to him.

"Heh heh heh heh heh!" Ning Cheng continued to laugh, and his body was gradually floating and spinning upwards, indeed, his body was slowly levitating and rotating.

"Hmph! Die pervert, you stole Master’s scripture and now you start playing tricks again! Go to hell!" Old Juhua, not far from Shi Feng and the others, coldly shouted, slightly raising his right hand and gently patting it, while simultaneously, the Big Palm Print that hovered over the three of them, following Old Juhua’s movement, ferociously slammed down.

The power of the Martial Saint truly had the might to destroy everything.

"Heh heh!"

Ning Cheng, spinning and rising towards the void, seemed oblivious to the Big Palm Print striking down from above. Suddenly, a vague red figure appeared in his arms, flickering in and out of view, while at the same time, red petals started appearing above Ning Cheng’s head, fluttering down and falling onto his body.

Then, the red figure in Ning Cheng’s arms gradually became clearer. It was a woman dressed in red with long black hair flowing, extremely enchanting in appearance. However, the woman’s eyes were closed, and the skin exposed was deathly pale, resembling a corpse, and Shi Feng could also sense that this woman was filled with the aura of death.

Following that, whiffs of black smoke, just like those emanating from Ning Cheng, began to swirl out from the woman’s body, drifting towards Ning Cheng and then merging with the black mist enveloping him.

"Charming Beauty, we are about to fight together again," said Ning Cheng as he reached out to touch the attractive, pale face of the woman in his arms, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

At that moment, from the sky, a massive handprint powered by the Martial Saint surged downwards, seemingly close to crashing on Ning Cheng.

Suddenly, the woman in Ning Cheng’s arms, who was barely keeping her eyes closed, snapped them open, and immediately, twin wisps of black smoke shot from her eyes, rushing towards the massive handprint that was angrily descending.

"What! What is this! What power is this!" exclaimed Old Juhua from the ground, his face struck with utmost shock and horror, looking up blankly, his face also filled with disbelief.

"How could this be! I am a martial warrior; my Martial Saint Power!" Old Juhua witnessed in dismay as the two wisps of black smoke disintegrated his mighty handprint completely, his own power dissipating as if mere smoke.

"Power of Death! It turns out he’s a disciple of Yee Feng!" Shi Feng declared, looking up at Ning Cheng and the power radiating from him.

The Yee Feng that Shi Feng mentioned was none other than his former top disciple, the Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng!

Then, Shi Feng continued to mutter, "And this freak, he too has exceptional talents, having paved his own distinct path in the Power of Death after cultivating Yee Feng’s Martial Arts. His talent is of no lesser caliber than Yee Feng’s; it’s just slightly twisted!"

After dispersing Old Juhua’s massive handprint, the woman in red within Ning Cheng’s arms closed her eyes once more. Ning Cheng gently caught a red flower petal drifting down between his middle and index fingers, placing it before the woman’s face, he tenderly said:

"Charming Beauty, do you see this? This is your favorite Red Blood Flower. I have collected 9,999 of them for you, and I haven’t found it tiring at all for your sake."

"You sick pervert, getting romantic with a corpse, go die!" Meanwhile, Old Juhua, with a rust-streaked bronze tripod appearing in his hand, though tarnished, emitted a tremendous force. He then gathered all his Martial Saint Power onto the bronze tripod and suddenly struck it with a palm.

"Boom!" The bronze tripod thundered, radiating dazzling turquoise light, blasting towards the void targeted at Ning Cheng.

This attack from Old Juhua utilized the mysteriously powerful bronze tripod, a strike far surpassing the earlier descending handprint, it appeared to be Old Juhua’s true exertion of full strength.

Previously, Old Juhua hadn’t taken Shi Feng and others seriously, in his eyes, they were mere ants. With his strength at the Martial Saint level, sweeping them aside would have been a simple feat—even he hadn’t anticipated such an anomaly as Ning Cheng appearing.

Now, Old Juhua’s attack concentrated fully on Ning Cheng, identifying him as the real threat—eliminating him would allow easy eradication of Shi Feng and others.

Shi Feng’s gaze stayed fixated on the imposing bronze tripod unleashed by Old Juhua, feeling a sense of familiarity with it. Then it struck him abruptly that this bronze tripod was indeed identical in color and material to the bronze gates he’d seen in the Death Forbidden Land.

This mysterious bronze tripod must also undoubtedly originate from the Death Forbidden Land!

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