Chapter Thirty Seven: Verge of Death
“My body comes from my parents.” Fu Su did not want to think more on the reasons that Ding Ning had said, and he bowed his head, saying, “If my death can bury enemies like you who worry them, then I am willing to day.”
Ding Ning did not say anything. His emotions were very calm, and from a certain point of view, he was very comforted because he had not read Fu Su wrong.
The darkness of the night seemed to be very long. The shadows of the night demon apes were restless in the sky. Their red eyes were like ghost fire in the night.
As time pa.s.sed, the Donghu monk still did not open his eyes, but these night demon apes in the sky were the first to sense something strange. Their restlessness from waiting and bloodthirst became a restlessness out of terror about the future.
Facing danger and the minute changes of the primal energies of the universe, most beasts had better instincts than most powerful cultivators. Their abnormality naturally alarmed the grandmasters who were waiting.
These grandmasters would not catch where the changes in the primal energies of the universe came from. But in the next few breaths, they were certain that these energies they could not understand came from the Donghu monk who had his eyes closed.
There was an enormous sound in the sky, a stunning energy flowed that moved as their mood changed as well. These grandmasters finally understood why Ding Ning had been waiting here.
Even Zhangsun Qianxue finally realized it. When the enormous sound occurred in the air, she looked in shock at the Donghu monk next to her and asked Ding Ning, “He was not healing, but having a breakthrough?”
“A breakthrough is the best healing method.” Ding Ning looked at her and said, “Now, we finally have some chance of living.”
Realm eight was a profound and unfathomable territory for realm seven grandmasters. Zhangsun Qianxue believed that even Ding Ning had just had a guess before, and was only sure now that the old monk finally got the opportunity for a breakthrough after the battle with Emperor Yuanwu.
There were instances of breakthroughs in battles on the verge of life and death. But in the history of the cultivation world, there were no instances of a breakthrough from realm seven to realm eight in battle.
The Donghu monk was showing signs of reaching realm eight. There were many changes in energy hard to understand by realm sevens. There may be a second cultivator who had entered realm eight, and this realm eight cultivator was an attendant to protect Ding Ning.
But Ding Ning and Zhangsun Qianxue did not have any hint of warmth or ease in their expression. Because no one knew how long his breakthrough would take, and the several grandmasters who were waiting would not allow him to have a breakthrough.
The great sound in the air caused by mountains of energies moving turned into the sound of the air tearing and then into violent killing intent. Between Fu Su’s life and a realm eight enemy that may form, these numerous cultivators all made the same choice.
Ding Ning and Zhangsun Qianxue exchanged deep looks, and then looked towards the sky. They knew that this may be their last moments.
Zhangsun Qianxue waved her hand and created a cold sword light. This cold sword light contained a sword essence that caused people to think of an unmoving pond in a desolate courtyard, or the plums that calmly bloomed by the pond when winter left and spring came, but no one was coming by.
This sword essence was waiting. One person was waiting alone.
For many years in Changling, Zhangsun Qianxue did not know Ding Ning’s true ident.i.ty. She had held the greatest of love and also the greatest of hate. She had also been waiting for a chance for revenge, and at the same time, she had buried herself, and waited for a person who would not return.
This was a sword essence she had formed over a decade. This was the strongest sword she had comprehended over many years in Changling. At this moment, she did not hesitate in using this.
Many disbelieving gasps and a shocked howl sounded at the same time. This cold sword light easily cut aside a sword curtain that was like a ship, and cut through a grandmaster at the waist.
But at the same time, two sword essences fell down at the same time like heavenly punishment. One was like a glorious sunset as it felt towards the Donghu monk, another like a blurred mist that fell at Zhangsun Qianxue.
Waves of blood battered at Ding Ning’s throat, and a layer of bitterness appeared on his face. His right hand moved slightly, countless sword threads to spray out of his body, blooming in his hand like a firework.
The dancing sword threads stretched out like dancing zither strings. Fine white flowers bloomed in the air. These flowers pa.s.sed through the mist, and destroyed the energy rules of this sword.
Many popping sounds occurred. This savage sword did not have much power left when it was close to Zhangsun Qianxue.
Blood started to seep out from between Ding Ning’s lips. No blood came out of his wounds, but the tearing of his flesh deepened. The world in front of him grew blurred, and his consciousness slightly fuzzy. He was near his limits. Between the two sword lights going at the Donghu monk and Zhangsun Qianxue, he chose the latter.
This was not because of the close relationship, but because he knew that Zhangsun Qianxue could not stop this sword, but the old monk, in his breakthrough, had a thread of hope in blocking the attack.
The air outside the Donghu monk suddenly-thickened in layers, like a layer of crystal about to crack. This was clearly because in his own perception, the old monk had sensed killing intent, and was reacting. But this reaction was almost instinctual, the Donghu monk could not quickly break free right at the verge of the breakthrough and block this sword.
Ding Ning’s heart fell to the bottom.
Within a hundred feet, even the old monk could not stop this sword. So in this world, what could stop this attack? The death of the Donghu monk would mean his and Zhangsun Qianxue’s death.
Ding Ning had no time to say anything or do anything. He just unconsciously wanted to grip Zhangsun Qianxue’s hand.
But at this time, a sword light came from the darkness very far away, starting from the wilderness, from a presence that Ding Ning seemed to be slightly familiar with, it came at the Donghu monk.
A furious sound erupted in the sky.
When this gasp sounded, two sword lights collided. With a crack, the two sword lights crashed together like a clean icicle being snapped.
This sword light came from at least a thousand feet away, but this sword light that was within a hundred feet was stopped by this sword light from a thousand feet.
Only now did Ding Ning start breathing again. He knew who had come. There was only one person in the world who was so fast.