61: Chapter 61 Severe Damage to Divine Sense

"Your Ning Family is being presumptuous!" Wang Yaozu burned with fury as the Flying Sword beneath his feet flashed, instantly appearing before Great Elder Ning Shengkui and tightly grabbing Great Elder Ning Shengkui's lapel.

"The Ning Family is secretly practicing the Blood Fiend evil Cultivation Technique! You are the remnants of the Tiexue Sect!"

Great Elder Ning Shengkui was dumbfounded. The Genius who had suddenly emerged from the Ning Family was actually an evil Cultivator?

The remaining Ning Family Disciples were also dumbfounded, "Ning Chuan is an evil Cultivator?"

"No wonder his cultivation improved so fast."

"Fortunately, I am not very close to him." Ning Hao patted his chest with lingering fear.

"But since the evil Cultivator came from the Ning Family, we are finished too."

On the arena, the battle had already completely lost its balance.

Ning Chuan no longer deliberately disguised or restrained himself. Monstrous dark red blood qi surged out crazily from his body, completely covering the large arena and dyeing the entire competition venue an eerie scarlet.

Treading on blood light as thick as substance, he walked forward step by step. His pace was slow yet carried an oppressive feeling of controlling life and death.

As his iron claws dragged across the hard bluestone slabs, they produced a sharp, piercing sound while sparking tiny dark red sparks, looking eerie and ferocious.

Wang Shoucheng clenched his teeth, and relying on his last shred of willpower, struggled to raise his sword to block.

However, the remaining blood light wrapped around his wrist again, and the remaining spiritual light was instantly eroded away.

"Clang—"

A crisp falling sound rang out as the azure-edged long sword fell from his hand, smashing onto the blood-colored stone slabs.

"Shoucheng!" Wang Yaowen was consumed by rage, about to go on stage to save his biological son, but Wang Chongyang was a step faster than him, appearing in the sky above the arena in the blink of an eye.

"You brat, how dare you!" A trace of red light emerged from his fingertips, pointing directly at Ning Chuan on the arena.

"Sixth Uncle, do not hold back; evil Cultivators should be executed by everyone." Wang Yaowen roared, but right at this moment, an aged voice slowly sounded, and Wang Chongyang's raised hand froze in mid-air.

"Wait."

The next instant, the old man beside Hua Shaoyang blocked in front of Wang Chongyang.

"Fellow Daoist, hold on. The matter is not yet clear. We cannot jump to conclusions just because of some minor anomalies. Let us wait until the match ends to discuss it further, how about that?"

Wang Chongyang looked at Magistrate Hu Shan, but the other party did not refute it, which was a tacit agreement.

"As expected, this guy Hu Shan still holds hostility toward our Wang Family. He wants to crush our Wang Family's spirit. To rashly confront an Elder of the Baihua Sect... sigh, it is hard on the child Shoucheng. We can only give the child some compensation later."

He shook his head and sighed.

Seeing that no one came to intervene, the corners of Ning Chuan's mouth curled into an evil smile, and the greed in his eyes surged greatly. He raised his hand and struck out with his claws, five extremely condensed blood-colored claw forces fiercely branding onto Wang Shoucheng's chest!

"Puff—"

Following a miserable muffled sound, the clothes on Wang Shoucheng's chest instantly burst and shattered, his flesh turned outwards and drenched in blood. The crisp sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible, stinging everyone's eardrums with pain.

The massive force exploded violently, and Wang Shoucheng, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward heavily, smashing hard into the hard stone pillar at the edge of the arena!

"Rumble!"

The stone pillar trembled, instantly cracking with fine spiderweb patterns.

"My son!" Wang Yaowen felt grief in his heart, but was helpless.

He saw Wang Shoucheng's figure slide slowly down the stone pillar, smashing heavily onto the arena. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, dyeing a large portion of his lapel red, and his aura was weak and scattered.

He struggled to prop up his arms, wanting to grit his teeth and stand up to protect the last shred of dignity of the Wang Family, but his spiritual power was sealed and his bones and Meridians were severely injured. As soon as his arms were lifted slightly, they hung down limply.

In the end, he could only lie face down in a pathetic state on the scarlet arena, in severe pain all over, lacking even the strength to raise his head or open his eyes.

"Absorb him, and I can Breakthrough to the eighth level of Qi Refining, with Foundation Establishment just around the corner."

"Idiot! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!" The voice in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly turned furious, "I told you not to come, but you insisted on joining the fun. Just now you were almost killed by the Foundation Establishment Stage. If you die, who will I rely on to help me with Possession!"

Ning Chuan walked slowly to Wang Shoucheng's front, looking down condescendingly at the struggling Wang Family Disciple beneath his feet. Wang Shoucheng lay flat on his back in a pool of blood, the five claw marks on his chest deep enough to see bone, and even his breathing carried blood foam. Ning Chuan looked at him for a moment, a faint smile rising at the corners of his mouth.

"Consider yourself lucky. There are many people today, so I won't kill you, but—"

He raised his right hand, and a hair-thin dark red blood ray condensed on the tip of his iron claw. The blood ray wandered around the claw tip twice before suddenly leaving his hand, shooting straight into Wang Shoucheng's glabella.

Wang Shoucheng's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened abruptly, and he let out a miserable scream.

That miserable sound didn't sound like it came from a human. He hugged his head tightly with both hands, rolling crazily on the arena, his eyeballs rolling up to reveal a large expanse of ghastly white whites of his eyes.

"Divine Sense secret technique!" Wang Chongyang abruptly stood up, his pupils shrinking sharply.

In the Immortal Realm, injured Meridians can be healed with Spirit Medicine, and broken bones can be reconnected with secret methods, but injuries to the Divine Soul are the trickiest of all.

The Divine Soul is the foundation of a Cultivator. Once damaged, the light cases result in coma for several months and impaired consciousness, while heavy cases lead to complete madness and dementia, making it hard to ever wake up again in this lifetime.

And that dark red blood ray shot out by Ning Chuan just now was clearly a Divine Sense secret technique directly attacking the Sea of Consciousness. This was ruining someone's Dao path.

The entire audience was dead silent.

The arena match had already decided the winner, yet the Ning Family still struck with such heavy hands. This could no longer be described as merely ruthless.

"This Ning Chuan is so cruel-hearted." Wang Yaozu's eyes widened to the point of splitting, his hands tightly gripping the back of the chair, his knuckles cracking loudly.

Wang Yaowen could no longer speak. He looked at his son rolling and screaming on the arena, his whole body trembling.

Ning Chuan looked arrogantly at the entire audience, "I just want everyone to clearly see that the Wang Family's Shou-generation Disciple is crawling beneath my feet."

Extreme arrogance, extreme suppression!

A moment later, Ning Chuan slowly raised his head. His gloomy and cold gaze crossed the arena, swept past the grief-stricken Wang Family crowd off the stage, and then swept across Wang Shouyi, whose eyes were splitting with anger.

The corners of his lips slowly rose, and his hoarse, arrogant voice resounded through the dead-silent martial arts arena:

"The Wang Family's third generation?"

"Nothing much."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Wang Family turned livid, yet they were powerless to retort, their chests blocked with overflowing humiliation.

Above the seats, Hua Shaoyang suddenly stood up. The gloom and irritability that had previously lingered between his brows were swept away, replaced by intense amazement and interest.

He flicked his hand, and his folding fan snapped open, his hearty loud laughter shaking all four directions.

"Good! What a great Ning Chuan!"

He praised twice in succession.

"I didn't expect the Ning Family to hide such an peerless sapling! The Cultivation Technique is bizarre and domineering, and his Heart-Nature is ruthless and decisive. He is entirely to my liking!"

Hua Shaoyang leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying the arrogance of recruitment: "Are you willing to enter my sect, become my personal attendant, and return to the Baihua Sect with me?"

Ning Chuan slowly turned his head, meeting Hua Shaoyang's burning gaze across the air.

During the seemingly brief silence, deep within his Sea of Consciousness, a hoarse, vicissitudinous, and eternally ancient whisper suddenly sounded, bewitching word by word:

"Promise him. I smell a familiar aura on this Baihua Sect Young Lord. Follow him, and with the momentum of the Baihua Sect, I guarantee that within three years, you will break through the barrier to Foundation Establishment and ascend to the heavens in a single step!"

In an instant, Ning Chuan already had a decision in his heart.

He reined in the monstrous blood fiend around his body, put away his cold and sharp iron claws, and knelt heavily on one knee. His crimson hair fell onto his shoulders, hiding the surging ambition in the depths of his eyes, leaving only a face full of submissiveness and humility.

His hoarse and deep voice sounded respectfully:

"Your subordinate Ning Chuan is willing to hold the whip and follow the stirrup for the Young Master, following you to the death."