105: Chapter 105 Fallen? The status bar floating in the air reads: Divine Will!

Before arriving, Lu Qingyun had actually anticipated many possibilities.

For example, Ning Xuanzhou being beaten until he scurried away with his tail between his legs, looking utterly miserable.

Or perhaps Ning Xuanzhou had some trump card, bringing it out at the last moment to slaughter everyone and ensure no one in the world would dare to attack the Ning Family again.

He even fantasized about descending from the heavens himself.

Making a grand entrance just as Ning Xuanzhou died in battle, leaving only Ning Zhiyi behind to weep over his corpse.

However... why was the scene before his eyes so strange?

Not far away, six blood-skeleton frames were jumping up and down, as if performing a dance that was chaotic yet possessed a unique charm.

And on the ruins of the Ning Family, Ning Xuanzhou was indeed being beaten up. However, it was the kind of beating that was purely for discipline, without any actual physical harm.

"Is it over?" Lu Qingyun felt a bit disappointed.

He had originally planned to come over and fish in troubled waters. But looking at the current scene, it seemed there was no longer a chance for him to intervene.

[Human (Old Master Ning, Level Unknown): Lifespan exhausted, vitality decaying; he is currently at the weakest point of his life. As the saying goes, a fist fears the young and strong; why not... give it a try?]

"Try it and you'll die..." Lu Qingyun's mouth twitched; he completely ignored the incitement from the status bar.

After all, the sight of the sky tearing open above his head, along with the six skeletons performing an elderly disco nearby, were still there.

This old geezer before him might look harmless, but as long as he wasn't truly dead, he wasn't someone a mere Xiantian realm cultivator like himself could covet.

Besides, was Lu Qingyun really the type of person who would disregard everything just for a bit of leveling experience and a cap increase in health points?

He was, after all, the director of the Burning Bone Beast Arena now!

After observing silently for a while, Lu Qingyun, who ultimately chose not to make a move, continued to stand there.

Having one hundred percent control over his own body, he could even manipulate subtle expressions, so what he presented on the surface remained his original, cold, poker-faced persona.

In the distance, after Elder Ning beat up Ning Xuanzhou once more, he finally turned his gaze toward Lu Qingyun. There was a hint of hesitation in his expression, but he sighed in the end. He did not speak, nor did he have any intention of communicating with Lu Qingyun.

Instead, he lowered his head and said to Ning Xuanzhou, "There may be more people eyeing the Ning Family than just these few. But you should be able to handle the rest on your own. After all, with so many family factions falling at once, the power structure here will inevitably be shaken."

"My Ning Family will also be able to preserve its core strength and retreat unscathed amidst this turmoil."

"From now on... when I am no longer here, the Ning Family will depend on you..."

Ning Xuanzhou opened his mouth, his eyes filled with sorrow and pain, but he couldn't utter a single word.

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Ning's cloudy eyes slowly closed. A look of relief appeared on his aged face, which was full of ravines and wrinkles.

His body gradually became illusory and dissipated, merging into the heavy rain. Immediately, the purple rain poured down even harder.

Endless purple raindrops fell, turning this world into a purple curtain of light, beautiful and magnificent, yet carrying an extreme sense of sorrow... as if the world itself was mourning his passing.

The purple rain fell, then gradually dissipated. In the distance, Lu Qingyun, like a bystander, took in the entire scene.

Then, his eyes flickered slightly... Clearly, witnessing such a touching scene, his emotions were also stirred.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he turned around and left silently.

However... as he walked, he activated his Inch Explosion Force, and later even added his Psychic Power, sprinting away at full speed!

Even though he had received a huge boost and should have made a powerful entrance to crush everything, at this moment, his mind was filled only with terror!

Because... the status bar he had seen earlier had not disappeared. Instead... it was floating in mid-air!

Boom!!! A violent, destructive intent formed above the Ning Family estate! That intent seemed to transform into a giant hand, reaching down toward the ground below!

Along with it came a cold, indifferent voice!

"Old Ghost Ning, would you rather dissipate into the heavens and earth than lend me your Divine Intent? Since that's the case, don't blame me for coming to collect it myself. Your Ning Family might as well cease to exist."

Feeling this aura, Ning Xuanzhou's eyes widened. He tried to break free from the pressure, but was slammed into the ground! He could only despairingly close his eyes.

He had never come into contact with the realm of Divine Intent, nor had he ever heard his Elder Ning mention it. After all, he was far too distant from this realm. Knowing about it would have been of no use.

Originally, he hadn't been convinced, but until he truly faced a powerhouse of this realm, that sense of powerlessness was so real!

"Ahhhh!!" Ning Xuanzhou roared, trying to condense the Momentum of Heaven and Earth to assist himself, but under the shroud of this intent, it was easily shattered.

Until... a foot stepped on his forehead. Boom—the pressure instantly dissipated.

Ning Xuanzhou suddenly struck out, wanting to hit the person stepping on his head. Then, he was stomped into the ground with one kick!

A voice he was incomparably familiar with rang out. "You little turtle-grandson! Why are you moving!?" "What's wrong with me stepping on you a few times!?"

The pressure on his head was removed, and Ning Xuanzhou looked up, instantly tearing up. It was because Elder Ning's familiar face had appeared before him once again, only... it was a bit purple. Yes, his whole body was quite purple.

It was not a physical entity, but merely condensed from his Divine Intent!

Old Master Ning paid no attention to Ning Xuanzhou. He looked up, his gaze cold, staring at a man in a gray robe with an unusually ordinary square face in the sky.