Chapter 296 - 296 296 Never Say Die

Chapter 296: Chapter 296: Never Say Die Chapter 296: Chapter 296: Never Say Die “`

Sanhun’s fierce strike inflicted severe damage on Nangong Zhan.

A shocking blow shattered Nangong Zhan’s confidence and pride.

Nangong Zhan was utterly defeated!

The top talent of the Nangong family had fallen!

His severely injured body could no longer bear the burden and was falling from the sky!

“Hmph! They’re finally both badly wounded!” Beiming Kong hooked up a sinister smile from the shadows.

Hidden in the darkness, apart from seeing Beiming Kong himself, everything around was pitch black, with a faint layer of energy wrapping around Beiming Kong’s body, completely concealing his aura.

Beiming Kong’s presence was unnoticed by anyone present; in fact, no one even believed that Beiming Kong was still alive.

Beiming Kong was sitting cross-legged, with the backs of his hands resting on his knees, and a strange black stone floated in front of him, its purpose unknown.

“This time, perhaps without that old Xiehun’s help, I too can awaken the power of my ancestor!” Beiming Kong murmured to himself with a cold laugh.

His smile was full of malice, yet it did not lack arrogance and pride.

“Zhan’er!” Nangong Lie dove down in a panic, with Nangong Tianhen and other high-ranking members quickly following suit.

Nangong Zhan was a once-in-a-century genius for the Nangong family, critical to the family’s future. They would not allow anything to happen to him.

“Zhan’er! Quick, take the Elixir!” Nangong Lie said in utter panic, his hand trembling as he held the Elixir.

“How preposterous! That old bastard used his essence blood to severely wound Zhan’er!” Nangong Tianhen clenched his teeth in fury, his face swelling with veins, blood coursing through his vessels violently.

“Essence… essence blood is… also a part… of strength.” Nangong Zhan said with difficulty, his voice faint and his consciousness blurring.

Nangong Zhan lost to the power of essence blood.

Of course, unless absolutely necessary, no one would use the power of their essence blood.

Upon Nangong Zhan’s defeat, the high-ranking members and all disciples of the Fenglan Sect let out a sigh of relief; the anxiety dangling in their hearts finally subsided.

The Fenglan Sect was saved.

Although Sanhun had defeated Nangong Zhan with the power of essence blood, it had caused him to become instantly drained, his face as pale as a corpse. At this moment, he could only barely hover in the sky, powerless to fight again.

A moment later, within the Fenglan Sect, the disciples’ excited cheers suddenly burst forth, shattering the silence of the space.

The countless cultivators who had been watching the battle also snapped back from their shock and fear.

“Nangong Zhan lost! The top talent of the Nangong family has been defeated!”

“The strength of that senior from Fenglan Sect is truly terrifying!”

“I’ve never seen such a frightening battle! It’s been quite the eye-opener!”

“With Nangong Zhan’s defeat, the Nangong family is finished…”

The shocked exclamations of cultivators from all directions spread like a tsunami.

“Sanhun is still Sanhun after all, and although Nangong Zhan’s strength is formidable, in terms of experience, Sanhun is much craftier. It’s not surprising that Nangong Zhan was defeated,” the Sect Master of Xiehun Sect said as he took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

Xie Tian stood in horror and muttered, “I’ve never seen such a terrifyingly powerful person.”

On the other hand, the Divine Elixir Masters and Chu Changkong, among others, were marveling at the terrifying strength of Sanhun.

Within Jiuzhou, no one would be a match for Sanhun.

“Sanhun! If anything happens to Zhan’er, I will never forgive you!” Nangong Lie shouted furiously at Sanhun, his killing intent soaring to the skies.

Hearing this, Sanhun replied with an indifferent smile, “Nangong Zhan is not dead yet.”

Although Nangong Zhan was seriously injured, his cultivation was profound, and he would not die so easily.

Moreover, even if Sanhun had wanted to kill Nangong Zhan, he no longer had the strength for it, now ending up in a situation where he had hurt the enemy at the cost of self-damage.

“Sect Master! We must not let them go!”

“That’s right! Letting them go would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains! They will come after us again!”

“Destroy the Nangong family!”

The Fenglan Sect disciples were filled with righteous indignation, determined not to let the Nangong family go.

“Sect Master, Nangong Zhan’s injuries are severe; if not treated promptly, his life will be in danger. Why should we take this opportunity to eradicate the Nangong family? If we allow Nangong Zhan to fully recover, Sanhun might not be able to defeat him again!” a elder said gravely, his voice low, worried that Sanhun would hear.

“The Nangong family attacked us without confirming the real culprit, resulting in the death of so many disciples—how could we let this go? Furthermore, Nangong Yuwen will not let Leng Qingfeng off. We cannot allow this threat to remain by our side,” a protector said fiercely and angrily.

Leng Wuya nodded. He was well aware of the logic behind not allowing a tiger to return to the mountain.

Sanhun’s strength was indeed frightening, but Nangong Zhan was even more so. With his terrible talent, Nangong Zhan’s strength would inevitably surpass that of Sanhun. When that time came, Fenglan Sect would face another calamity.

How could Leng Wuya leave such a threat alive?

“Before confirming the true culprit, the Nangong family struck at Fenglan Sect, killing many of our disciples. Today, even if it costs the entire sect, we shall annihilate all of you!” Leng Wuya spoke coldly, his terrifying killing intent permeating the air.

“Humph! Then let’s die together!” Nangong Lie responded toughly, without a trace of fear.

Since Sanhun had lost his combat strength and posed no threat to the Nangong family, why would Nangong Lie fear Fenglan Sect?

“Zhan’er needs immediate treatment! Otherwise, his life is at risk!” Nangong Tianhen said urgently.

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“Tian’er, quickly take Zhan’er back for healing!” Nangong Lie shouted to Murong Tian.

Murong Tian, without saying a second word, soared into the air. The Array had severely wounded Murong Tian, and his injuries were grave; he was already fretting about how to escape.

“Murong Tian, you’d best come clean, or today I won’t let you leave here alive!” Leng Wuya’s icy gaze swept toward Murong Tian as he asked in a frosty tone.

“Murong Tian! Where is Beiming Kong!” Leng Qingfeng bellowed angrily, his ferocious gaze fixed on Murong Tian.

“Is that so? Then we’ll see if you can keep me here!” Murong Tian sneered, showing no fear of the threat.

“Attack!” Nangong Yuwen roared, his ferocious gaze fixated on Leng Qingfeng, resolved not to stop until Leng Qingfeng was dead.

Nangong Yuwen was the first to make a move, charging toward Leng Qingfeng in a frenzy, determined to take Leng Qingfeng down with him even if it meant death.

“Old fool! You really think I can’t kill you?” Leng Qingfeng raged, channeling his True Yuan as he charged forward.

Leng Wuya glanced at Sanhun, saying, “Sanhun, take a rest for now!”

“Whoosh!”

As his words fell, Leng Wuya shot out at a terrifying speed, shouting, “You can try to leave, but you’ll have to leave your life behind!”

“You wish!” Nangong Lie roared, rushing at Leng Wuya at breakneck speed.

“Unforgivable!” Nangong Tianhen clenched his teeth in rage, his expression crazed with extreme fury.

Below, disciples of Fenglan Sect and members of the Nangong family surged forward en masse, each one looking vicious and ready to fight to the death.

The battle erupted once again.

The fight between Sanhun and Nangong Zhan merely delayed the casualties; it couldn’t change the overall situation.

The Nangong family was now locked in a life-and-death struggle with Fenglan Sect. Their hatred only deepened, inevitably leading to mutual destruction, or even annihilation.

“Nangong Zhan and Sanhun are both heavily injured, and Leng Wuya and the others won’t be able to hold on much longer. Father, when will we make our move?” Xie Tian asked.

“Mutual destruction is inevitable! Don’t be anxious, let’s first see what Beiming Kong really wants to do. He must be here as well,” Xiehun said gravely, not forgetting Beiming Kong’s presence.

Xiehun had never felt at ease about Beiming Kong, from the very beginning. The relationship between Xiehun and Beiming Kong was purely transactional.

High above, Leng Wuya intercepted Murong Tian, saying chillingly, “You won’t get away without explaining things clearly!”

Nangong Lie arrived in a flash, his face grim as he stared down Leng Wuya, saying with sinister anger, “Tian’er, quickly take Zhan’er back for healing. I’ll handle him!”

“Be careful, Grandfather!” Murong Tian nodded, carrying the heavily injured Nangong Zhan, and flew away swiftly.

“Think you can escape?” Leng Wuya said coldly, his eyes narrowing, a terrifying murderous intent flickering within them, and turned his chilling gaze back to Nangong Lie, saying frostily, “If you knew the truth, you’d be full of regret!”

“Clone!”

Upon speaking, Leng Wuya let out a fierce shout, his body rushed toward Nangong Lie, while a clone rushed toward Murong Tian.

Nangong Lie’s expression shifted slightly. He intended to block the clone, but Leng Wuya’s actual body was already hurtling towards him—an incredibly terrifying palm strike aimed at Nangong Lie.

“Outrageous!” Nangong Lie roared in anger. Torn between his grandson and Murong Tian on one side, and Leng Wuya on the other—should he block Leng Wuya or save his grandson?

Blocking Leng Wuya would mean Murong Tian and Nangong Zhan couldn’t leave.

If he tried to stop the clone, Leng Wuya would surely seize the chance to inflict heavy damage on Nangong Lie. And if Nangong Lie were to fall, who could then stop Leng Wuya?

“Boom!”

“Buzz buzz!”

In the end, Nangong Lie chose to clash with Leng Wuya directly. With a loud boom, the two were each thrust backward.

With that delay, Nangong Lie was too late to stop Leng Wuya’s clone.

“Boom!”

“Spurt!”

Leng Wuya’s clone arrived in an instant, intercepting and smacking a palm on Murong Tian’s chest. The horrific force sent Murong Tian flying out, coughing up blood, with Nangong Zhan on his back, thrown out as well.

Murong Tian was already gravely injured, and this palm from Leng Wuya was adding insult to injury.

“Leng Wuya!” Nangong Lie ground his teeth, rage boiling within him, his aged face turning so dark it looked almost like it could drip water.

A terrifying murderous aura burst from Nangong Lie, his eyes bloodshot as anger began to slowly overtake his reason.

“Zhan’er!” Nangong Tianhen exclaimed in shock. He couldn’t afford to clash with the Fenglan Sect’s protector any longer, erupting backward and flying towards Nangong Zhan.

“Come here!” The Fenglan Sect’s protector shouted angrily. From a distance, he reached out towards the severely injured Murong Tian, drawing Murong Tian straight to him.

The protector grabbed Murong Tian by the throat, saying viciously, “If you don’t confess, I’ll crush your throat!”

“You dare!” shouted Nangong Lie in fury.

“What wouldn’t I dare to do?” the protector roared back, undaunted by Nangong Lie’s threat, and tightened his grip on Murong Tian’s throat.

The Nangong family and Fenglan Sect had already broken all pretenses of civility; what more did the protector have to fear?

“Beiming Kong, you’d better act now! If I die, you can forget about gaining greater power,” Murong Tian transmitted telepathically using a secret method.

“Don’t panic, how could I bear to let you die? I’m about to finish. None of them will get away!” Beiming Kong’s light chuckle reached Murong Tian’s ears.