Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 37: Supreme Sword Art? What a piece of garbage!

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Supreme Sword Art? What a piece of garbage!

"Who are you? Why have you forced your way into the Chen Family’s estate!"

An imperious voice rang out as a middle-aged man strode forth with the bearing of a dragon and the gait of a tiger. He completely ignored the corpses littering the ground, at least until someone whispered in his ear.

The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed, and his formless aura instantly enveloped Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan spoke with a calm expression, "I heard you acquired a Cultivation Technique and a Martial Skill. I’ve come to take a look."

"How brazen! You’re the first to dare covet them! Who do you think you are to desire the treasures of the Martial God Temple?!" The middle-aged man’s face was a mask of arrogance.

Ning Xuan’s voice was full of anticipation. "I hope they are truly from the Martial God Temple. Otherwise, I will be sorely disappointed."

"Guaranteed authentic! They’re from the Dong Cang Sub-Hall of the Martial God Temple! Surely you know the Martial God Temple has sub-halls in every nation?" The middle-aged man’s lips curled into a sneer, his eyes filled with scorn.

Ning Xuan nodded, admitting freely, "I actually didn’t. Thank you. I suppose this means I’ll be able to meet Ning Yang sooner than expected."

"Meet the Divine Son? Hahaha! Who do you think you are? You are not worthy!" The middle-aged man roared with laughter.

Then, he waved a hand. "Kill him!"

Ning Xuan’s gaze swept over the crowd.

A horrifying scene unfolded. The middle-aged man could only watch in horror as, one by one, his men cut their own throats and fell to the ground.

"What is this sorcery?! What have you done?!" His face paled, and his voice trembled.

Ning Xuan did not hide the truth. "The Fourth Realm of swordsmanship, the realm of the Sword Heart."

"The Sword Realm... you’re that youth!" The middle-aged man finally realized who he was.

"Correct," Ning Xuan nodded. "Also, I killed Chen Xin at Miaoyin House yesterday."

"What?!" The middle-aged man cried out and immediately flew backward, intending to call for reinforcements.

Ning Xuan casually snatched a saber and thrust it forward as if it were a sword.

To his horror, the middle-aged man discovered he could not evade the attack! He roared in fury, his Element Force surging like a torrential river.

It was useless. Ning Xuan’s attack was completely unaffected.

PFFT!

Before the saber’s tip could even touch his skin, his throat was pierced by an unstoppable stream of Sword Qi.

"How dare you come to the Chen Family and raise such a..." An expert appeared, but before he could finish his threat, his head tumbled to the ground.

Ning Xuan bulldozed his way forward, cutting a direct path into the heart of the Chen Family’s estate. In his wake, he left a trail of corpses. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Having comprehended the Fourth Realm of swordsmanship, he could now kill with the simplest and most direct of moves. His rampage continued until...

HUM!

A sword flew out from the depths, finally halting Ning Xuan’s advance.

"No matter who you are, today, you will die!" A young man appeared, and with a gesture, the sword flew back into his hand.

Ning Xuan smiled. "It seems what you obtained is a Swordsmanship manual. I hope it isn’t too weak."

"Swordsmanship? What rubbish is that? The Divine Son bestowed upon us a Sword Technique! A Supreme Sword Art!" the young man declared proudly.

Ning Xuan’s voice was indifferent. "A Supreme Sword Art? Let’s see it."

"To die by my sword is your honor! Draw your weap—"

The young man never finished his sentence. A wound had already bloomed between his brows.

Ning Xuan withdrew his hand and shook his head. "It seems your Supreme Sword Art isn’t all that special."

The young man stammered, "I hadn’t finished speaking... how could you attack..."

"You talk too much," Ning Xuan replied flatly.

BANG!

Filled with infinite resentment, he toppled backward.

"And you? Are you not going to make a move?" Ning Xuan called out toward an empty spot.

WHIZ!

The response was a dazzling beam of sword light. It was incredibly fast, possessing almost half the brilliance he had shown the previous night.

CLANG!

Ning Xuan did not move from his spot, meeting the attack tip-to-tip. What he held was merely a Qi Sword, condensed from his own Element Qi.

"This is impossible!" his opponent cried out in horror, unable to believe what he was seeing.

His sword technique came from the Dong Cang Sub-Hall of the Martial God Temple! That was the Martial God Temple! Even its worst sword technique should have been enough to reign supreme in Destiny City! In fact, it was precisely with this sword technique that the Chen Family had risen from an obscure minor family six years ago to the new powerhouse in Destiny City that no one dared to disregard.

And now, he was being countered by a mere youth in such a humiliating fashion! How could he accept it?

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

To his utter disbelief, the sword in his hand began to shatter, inch by inch!

PFFT!

The Qi Sword pierced his throat.

"Supreme Sword Art? What a piece of trash," Ning Xuan said as he stepped back, shaking his head in disappointment. The Qi Sword in his hand dissipated.

"How long are you going to hide?" Ning Xuan looked toward another corner and called out coldly.

Only when two books were held aloft did a voice finally ring out. "Young Master, please, no more killing. Here are the Cultivation Technique and Sword Technique you wanted."

Then, an old man appeared. He glanced at the corpse with the pierced throat, a flicker of sorrow on his face, but he forced himself to walk forward.

"Halt!"

"Young Master, this old one is just an ordinary man."

"I’ve lost interest in the Cultivation Technique and Martial Skill you’re holding. Keep them." With that, Ning Xuan turned and left.

The Chen Family had no experts left. He was not a bloodthirsty monster; enough was enough.

"By the way, my name is Ning Xuan. If you can contact Ning Yang, remember to tell him I will be paying him a visit very soon." As he reached the main gate, Ning Xuan left this final remark.

The old man slumped to the ground, hugging the corpse, utterly bereft. The next moment, the two books in his hands shuddered and disintegrated into fragments, scattering in the air.

His cultivation was at the Sixth-Layer Heavens of the Profound Realm, yet even at the last moment when his enemy’s back was wide open, he didn’t dare to strike. A terrifying intuition told him that if he did, he would be the one to die.

Before Ning Xuan had even returned to the Si Family, news that the Chen Family had been virtually wiped out had already spread throughout Destiny City.

"Who? Who has the audacity to move against the Chen Family! The Chen Family is backed by the Divine Son! Is this person openly declaring themselves an enemy of the Divine Son?! He said his name was Ning Xuan! Ning Xuan? His surname is also Ning... Could that rumor be true? Hush! Be careful what you say!"

「Inside Miaoyin House」

The madam spoke to the burly man before her. "Now, do you believe me?"

The burly man’s face was a mask of lingering fear. "Madam, should we report this?"

The madam considered it for a moment, then shook her head. "Forget it. In comparison, I’m more interested in Si Lanyi. She was right under our noses, and yet we never realized she was a Dao Xuan Master! What’s more, it’s highly likely she is a Destiny Dao Xuan Master!"

The burly man gasped. "A Destiny Dao Xuan Master? How is that possible?!"

Though only two words separated a Dao Xuan Master from a Destiny Dao Xuan Master, the difference between them was like that of a firefly’s glow and the bright moon.

The madam’s eyes burned with intensity. "Last night, although she only used her Primordial Dao Xuan Technique, she was definitely holding back! Destiny City, a Destiny Dao Xuan Master... could it be that in the grand scheme of things, some things are truly fated?"

"Madam, since she’s a Destiny Dao Xuan Master, we must act quickly! If the Dao Xuan Institute learns of this before we do, then we..." A fierce glint flashed in the burly man’s eyes.

"I have already reported it. For now, we wait and observe."

"But—"

The madam shot the burly man a look, and he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue, not daring to speak further.

「Meanwhile」

The moment Ning Xuan returned to the Si Family, he was intercepted by Si Lanyi. "You must escort me to Li Ren Ferry."

As she spoke, she handed him a slip of paper. Ning Xuan took it, and his brow furrowed as he read it.