119: Chapter 119 Your father will always be your father!

Ning Yuan turned his head, his gaze falling upon the towering figure before him.

In the next second, his eyes nearly popped out of his head!

"Ho... Holy crap?!"

"Dad?!"

The mysterious old man, who had previously appeared hunched, aged, and as if he were at death's door, now stood as straight as a pine. The wrinkles and mist on his face had completely vanished, revealing a resolute, handsome, and slightly cynical familiar face!

Who else could it be but his father, Ning Dashan, the man who was usually submissive at home and known as the "Henpecked Martial Emperor"?!

It turned out that the so-called mysterious Quasi-Saint from before was actually his father in disguise!

He had hidden himself far too well!

"Junior Brother?!"

Jiang Baihe also looked like he had seen a ghost.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, unable to believe his own eyes!

Wasn't his own junior brother always stuck at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm, unable to break through for the longest time?

How could it be that after not seeing him for a short while, he had... quietly broken through to become a Quasi-Saint?!

And judging by the sheer thickness of his aura, this didn't look like a recent breakthrough at all. He was clearly a veteran powerhouse who had been immersed in the Quasi-Saint realm for many years!

This is just... this whole family is a bunch of freaks!

Ning Dashan turned around and, seeing his son's dumbfounded expression, couldn't help but laugh and scold him.

"Stinky brat, what are you looking at? Don't even recognize your own father?"

He reached out and gave Ning Yuan's head a rough rub, turning his smooth black hair into a bird's nest.

"Not bad, kid. You've only been out for a few days and you've already poked a hole in the sky?"

"You even dared to kill the Saint Sons of the Golden God Clan and the Sword Spirit Clan? You truly are Ning Dashan's seed!"

Although his words were scolding, his tone was filled with an unmistakable sense of pride and glory!

This was his son!

Taking on the geniuses of all races alone and beating them until they fled in pathetic terror!

Even he might not have been able to achieve such a feat back in his day!

Jiang Mingyue and Ling Wanhe stood to the side, watching this legendary "Mountain Martial Emperor"—Ning Yuan's father—as a sense of nervousness inexplicably rose in their hearts.

Is this Ning Yuan's father?

He seems... even more domineering than Ning Yuan!

However.

The foreign Guardians on the opposite side were not impressed by Ning Dashan's appearance.

"Hmph! Ning Dashan? So what if he is your son?!"

The Quasi-Saint from the Golden God Clan had recovered from his initial shock, his face now terrifyingly grim.

"A life for a life; it is only natural!"

"No matter whose son he is! Today, he must give us an explanation!"

"Otherwise, even if we have to perish here, we will drag him down with us!"

The remaining Emperors and Quasi-Saints also roared one after another, their killing intent surging once again as they locked onto the father and son!

They didn't believe it!

No matter how strong Ning Dashan was, could he really take on dozens of powerhouses like them all by himself?!

Faced with this overwhelming killing intent and threats.

Instead of showing any fear, Ning Dashan threw his head back and let out a burst of arrogant laughter!

"An explanation?"

"Hahahaha! What a great 'explanation'!"

He took a step forward, standing alone in front of Ning Yuan like a majestic divine mountain, shielding his son from all the wind and rain!

"My son killing people is him giving them face!"

"Being able to die at my son's hands is a blessing they earned in this lifetime!"

"You old fogies, instead of staying home and babysitting, you come here to bully my son?"

"Do you really think my Ning family has no one left?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire field went into an uproar!

Arrogant!

Truly too arrogant!

This wasn't trying to be reasonable at all; it was blatant, naked favoritism!

Even the usually calm Dean Zhuang Chen and the other deans felt their lips twitching at this moment.

This man was indeed as... unreasonable as ever!

"Good, good! What a 'blessing'!"

The withered old man from the Sword Spirit Clan trembled with rage, and the ancient sword on his back let out a sharp, piercing hum!

"Since you are so stubborn, then don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Everyone, attack! Kill both father and son!"

"Kill!"

Dozens of Emperors and five or six Quasi-Saints erupted completely at that moment!

A terrifying torrent of energy, like an apocalyptic storm, swept toward Ning Dashan and his son!

That power was enough to level the entire Sacred Martial Mountain!

Facing this certain-death situation.

Ning Dashan did not show the slightest bit of panic.

He slowly turned his head to look at Ning Yuan behind him, a flash of tenderness and affection crossing his eyes.

Immediately after, that tenderness was replaced by endless wildness and battle intent!

"Son! Watch closely!"

"Today, your dad will let you see..."

"What it truly means to... hammer someone to death without consequence!"

Boom!!!

Before his voice could fade!

An aura far more terrifying and countless times more violent than before erupted from Ning Dashan's body!

At that moment!

He seemed to transform into a Mountain War God stepping out from ancient times!

The entire heaven and earth trembled beneath his feet!