104: Chapter 104 The old man crawls out of the ruins, Zi Yu, nowhere to hide!

Toot— The horn sounded on the training ground.

Chief Instructor Meng Xiaochuan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing in the direction of Ningan.

In his view, everything over Ningan was normal; there was no sign of the terrifying phenomenon he had seen earlier that day when he rushed back to Tianjiao Camp.

Below, there was a scene of young prodigies sparring.

The scene was somewhat comical; a very plump, wealthy-looking man was floating in mid-air, arrogantly slashing wave after wave of spatial blades downward.

The damage was extremely high; one hit would result in a bloody gash on the body.

Listening to the screams and curses of these little ones, Chief Instructor Meng Xiaochuan's previously restless heart gradually calmed down.

He had wanted to participate in the Ning Family matter and contribute his strength.

But in the end, whether it was the duties he currently bore or Ning Xuanzhou's wishes, both dictated that he return to Tianjiao Camp.

Recalling Ning Xuanzhou's mysterious final gaze, Chief Instructor Meng Xiaochuan knew there must be things hidden there that he, as an outsider, was not privy to, so he didn't worry too much about it.

But there was one person he couldn't help but worry about, whether considering his own duties or their personal friendship.

After all, the power that person had displayed before him had already reached an exceptionally terrifying level!

Although killing Zhao Lieshan, that Sky-Walking Grandmaster, back then relied to a certain extent on the advantage of fast recovery.

But in terms of pure strength, preserving one's life under a Sky-Walking Grandmaster was no longer a difficult task.

Under these circumstances, hoping for him to stay safe and sound until the matter was completely over... that hope was truly slim.

It was just... "The level involved in this matter is... Divine Intent."

A Divine Intent realm expert. They had another name, known as... Heaven-Man!

...

Rumble— Above the firmament, thunder churned.

But the Ning Family was silent at this moment. The six Sky-Walking Grandmasters in the air had expressions as if they had seen a ghost, filled with terror.

If not for the fact that they had stood in the Yukong Realm for many years, and walking on the void had become an instinct, they would have likely fallen to the ground under such a massive mental shock!

This was because, from the ruins of the Ning Family, a thin, hunched figure slowly crawled out.

The moment that figure crawled out and stood up, the terrifying crack in the sky suddenly opened up significantly wider!

Patter— Purple raindrops began to fall. Each drop was round and crystalline, like purple crystal, refracting light from all directions.

This scene made one feel as if they were in a dreamlike world.

Plop—! The raindrops landed on the ground, splitting into dozens of tiny dots before disappearing, appearing incredibly real.

In Ningan, the fear in the eyes of countless people was temporarily suppressed.

Someone boldly stretched out their hand to let the purple raindrop fall onto their palm. They saw that the moment it touched their palm, it turned illusory, passed through their hand, landed on the ground, and dissipated into nothingness.

After discovering there was no danger, those ordinary people only had eyes for appreciating the beauty and excitement of this inexplicably falling fantastical purple rain.

But for the six Sky-Walking Grandmasters standing above the Ning Family, every drop of this rain was like a falling knife—sharp and bone-chilling!

Drip—! Ignoring all obstacles, it dripped onto their shoulders. Instantly, the flesh there melted away, revealing a small hole. A large amount of blood surged from that small hole, seemingly trying to clot the wound.

However, this rain... grew heavier. The purple raindrops were dense and continuous. Like death by a thousand cuts, every drop felt like a blade slashing the body. Precise and painful! Nowhere to hide, nowhere to avoid!

"Ahhh—!! Esteemed Ning, we were wrong! Please forgive us!!"

"No— no—! This is all fake! Fake! The precious armor I spent a fortune to refine—how could it not block even one drop!?"

"Why... why... are you still not dead!! You were clearly at the end of your life. Given your personality, shouldn't you have passed away quietly? Why must you still slaughter us!?"

...

Unwillingness, despair, roars... The six Sky-Walking Grandmasters, no matter what methods they used to resist or where they hid, were all under the shroud of this torrential downpour, suffering and grimacing!

The thin, hunched old man who had crawled out of the ruins watched all this indifferently.

His aged voice carried an uncontrollable decay, as well as... a sense of the passage of time.

"Sigh—, I really am old; the times can no longer keep up with me."

"Did you think that back then, what did I rely on to achieve Divine Intent? Was it my personality as a nice guy? Or simply my handsome and dashing face? Undeniably, the latter certainly played an indispensable part..."

"But the real reason is... I was never a good person to begin with! For so many years, my upright and righteous image was only because the Ning Family had already stood at the peak; there was simply no need to use any schemes or ruin my image for the sake of petty scraps."

"This moment, this is my true nature!!"

"Unfortunately, a scourge lasts for a thousand years, and I'm only halfway there..."

At this moment, Ning Xuanzhou leaned over, hands behind his back, standing behind his Elder Ning. Although his nose was bruised and face swollen, his gaze was unruly!

Slap—! Ning Xuanzhou was inexplicably slapped by his Elder Ning, and he was completely stunned.

However, before he could react, he was kicked to the ground by a flying kick, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks!

Accompanying this was a barrage of curses from the old man.

"You turtle grandson!! I told you to put me in a safe place so I could make a cool entrance! You didn't even prepare a coffin for me! You just buried me for real! Do you know how much effort it took for me to dig myself out!? I'm spitting dust every time I speak now!"

After fiercely venting the anger that had built up for so long, the old man finally stopped, not taking Ning Xuanzhou down to accompany him in his impending demise.

Ning Xuanzhou was a bit unconvinced. He wanted to raise his head to argue, but after meeting that gaze, he shrank his head back.

The old man glared at him. He didn't speak, but squinted his eyes and looked in a certain direction.

"It seems that it's not just these six families that have ideas."

"However, why is this aura so unfamiliar and young? Although the momentum is strong, it seems... still like a Peak Innate Realm. A Psychic Master? Which family has such a monstrous prodigy? Damn it! With such a prodigy, it's clearly the old things from that family who should die more! Why should it be me who dies!"

The old man's gaze was gloomy and very resentful.

Ning Xuanzhou raised his head, and upon seeing who it was, his eyes lit up. He hurriedly grabbed the Elder Ning who wanted to make a move, instinctively echoing the old man's words: "Right! Right! You should be the one to die!!"

"This is our person—no, wait... it's the new supervisor of the organization I founded, the Burning Bone Beast Arena, introduced by that little girl Zhiyi!"

As soon as Ning Xuanzhou finished speaking, he immediately realized the problem in his words. His face stiffened, and he slowly looked at Elder Ning, revealing a very strained smile...

Coming towards him was a dust-covered foot! "Cursing me to die, are you! And you dare to smile!" "Wata—!!"