Chapter 111: The Final Blow

The tide of Bingfa Jue rose, a resilient will in the pale green world, sliced into countless fragments and then persistently gathered, advancing forward.

Suddenly, everything came to a halt, as if time itself had paused. Then, the green light recoiled faster than it had come. With a muffled sound, Wu Zhengnan grunted, retreating several steps, and the blood on his left hand dripped more rapidly.

Between Qian Ye and Wu Zhengnan, an enormous bodhi leaf emerged, its thin, gossamer-like veins breaking apart inch by inch. It exploded into tiny particles that then vanished into nothingness.

Song Zining's figure appeared, calm and collected. He stood before Qian Ye, spreading his hands, and the leaves fell like a shower, each blade sharp and rotating slowly, exuding a deadly aura.

Wei Po Tian, who had nearly been thrown out of the courtyard, was astounded. If Song Zining truly possessed such power, how could their previous sparring have been so evenly matched?

Wu Zhengnan, gazing at the fading shards of light, showed a hint of surprise. "You have such a rare treasure. Who are you in the Song clan?" But he then shook his head with a sneer, "How many such secret instruments do you have? Since you choose not to take the offered path to life, perish here with them!"

Song Zining smiled lightly, "Are you disappointed, General, that the blame cannot be placed on the Huaiyang Wu?"

Wu Zhengnan's expression changed.

Song Zining, with a half-smile, said, "It's a pity, it seems you've been abandoned again?" As he spoke, he gestured to Qian Ye and sent a whirlwind of leaves hurtling towards Wu Zhengnan.

Wu Zhengnan, unsettled by Song Zining's words, felt they knew his deepest secrets. How could a junior know such private matters?

He looked up to see the force of the attack coming at him and roared, "Youngster, dare you mock me!"

Wu Zhengnan charged at Song Zining, launching a straightforward punch. The half-meter-long emerald light at the fist's edge did not dissipate, and it cut through the air with a sharp hiss. A war general's force usually reached several meters, but Wu Zhengnan's was even stronger. This punch, only half a meter long, showed its immense power.

The storm of leaves clashed with Wu Zhengnan's punch, but they were instantly shredded, unable to hinder the punch's momentum, only chipping off some of the emerald light.

Song Zining quickly retreated, but reappeared on a dangerous side after a brief flickering. A war general's attack affected the surrounding space, and Wu Zhengnan’s full-force blow would not let him escape easily.

Wu Zhengnan sneered, tilting his fist and sweeping it towards Song Zining. He felt an attack from behind but did not change his stance. The two juniors could hardly break his defenses. In Wu Zhengnan's eyes, Song Zining was the most threatening, and he must be eliminated first.

Qian Ye and Song Zining had fought together countless times in the Netherworld. When Song Zining signaled, Qian Ye understood. Wu Zhengnan was too strong for any direct confrontation, so they needed to counter-attack proactively to find an opening.

At this moment, the intricate patterns on Qian Ye's luminous tooth glowed. Dark red blood mist swirled around, making the blade invisible, while the beautiful, complex force patterns floated in the blood mist like an obscure totem.

Qian Ye stabbed towards Wu Zhengnan's waist.

But at that instant, Wu Zhengnan sensed a strong threat from behind. Years of battle instinct made him dodge without thought. Though he sidestepped, he still felt a burning sensation, indicating a cut.

Qian Ye withdrew the blade and retreated, regretting the missed strike. A war general's instincts were indeed extraordinary. Wu Zhengnan had intended to take the hit, but Qian Ye waited until the last moment to unsheathe and strike with all his force.

Unexpectedly, despite Qian Ye's best effort, Wu Zhengnan evaded, leaving only a minor wound.

Wu Zhengnan, seeing the weapon, sneered, "Seeking death!" He immediately turned from Song Zining and aimed a palm of emerald force at Qian Ye.

Qian Ye rolled to the side, dodging the attack.

Wu Zhengnan coldly laughed, stepping forward and pushing the palm. For a war general, small tricks were useless; within the range of his force, he could harm his opponent.

Suddenly, a flurry of leaves appeared, blinding Wu Zhengnan. Though his sight was obstructed, his punch continued. However, he felt a sudden impact on his right arm, and the punch slightly veered.

This tiny diversion allowed Qian Ye to escape the palm's reach.

Frustrated by the repeated near-misses, Wu Zhengnan unleashed a burst of force. With a thunderous roar, the upper floors of the building were reduced to rubble.

Wei Po Tian, who had been watching from the periphery, was thrown back, his Thousand Mountain Light Screen shattering. Pale and trembling, he slumped to the ground, unable to stand.

Though Wei Po Tian's punch was effective, Wu Zhengnan only felt a slight pain. Examining his hand, he saw several lacerations with residual force twinkling like stars. Numbness spread across his hand.

Shaking off the numbness, Wu Zhengnan grinned, "Well, Prince Wei's secret technique is indeed impressive."

"Wasting too much time!" Wu Zhengnan suddenly leaped, charging at Song Zining. There was no room to dodge.

Song Zining produced a crystal weapon, which elongated into a short spear. Standing firm, his posture revealed the ruthless killing intent forged in the Netherworld.

Simultaneously, Qian Ye lunged at Wu Zhengnan with the same speed.

Wu Zhengnan sneered, projecting a force of emerald light.

With a resounding boom, the clash produced a clashing of metal and horses. Mid-air, clusters of fire flared, intertwining and extinguishing with the cold green light.

Song Zining collided with the remains of the wall, bloodless and pale. He spat a mouthful of blood, barely standing.

In the center, Qian Ye and Wu Zhengnan collided. They did not separate, and Wu Zhengnan felt a surprising force from Qian Ye, whose strength and body were formidable.

Qian Ye aimed for Wu Zhengnan's left side, but Wu Zhengnan shifted, interrupting Qian Ye's attack.

A war general's body was a weapon. Wu Zhengnan stood firm, while Qian Ye felt like he had been hit by a hammer. Qian Ye spat blood, covering Wu Zhengnan, and stumbled back, releasing the absorbed force.

The scent of blood confused Wu Zhengnan, and he saw Qian Ye holding a purple-glowing blade.

Wu Zhengnan felt his heart race, and the scent grew stronger, indicating something unusual.

Surveying the ruined courtyard, Wu Zhengnan said, "Surrender, and I might give you a quick end!"

Qian Ye saw Song Zining leaning against the wall, unable to move, and Wei Po Tian, though somewhat recovered, unable to stand.

"I don't surrender," Qian Ye said, and he charged, the blade glowing purple.

When the two lights met, a black and red flame pillar rose, engulfing the blade light. Wu Zhengnan's uniform burned, but it did not affect him.

Qian Ye was shocked, retreating. His blood surged, reaching boiling point.

Wu Zhengnan's body, now exposed, was robust, muscles like steel wires. Black scales dotted his skin.