Ten kilometers away, by the Yushu River, stood a ruined River God Temple. Its walls had crumbled, the statue lay toppled, weeds grew wild—it was completely desolate.
Just as the Wanyan Family’s Martial Saint laid the unconscious An Beixue on the altar, Wanyan Zhu rushed forward, face flushed with impatient lust.
“Hehe, filthy slut! I used to pursue you with all my heart, but you treated me like dirt. Today, I’ll screw you to death, you cheap whore!”
As he spoke, he motioned for the Martial Saint to back off, then, wearing a lascivious grin, began to tear off An Beixue’s clothing.
Though still dazed, An Beixue retained a sliver of consciousness. She weakly murmured, “No… don’t… help…”
That pitiful voice only excited Wanyan Zhu further. He sneered, “Hehe… ‘don’t’? That only makes me want you more!”
This scene ignited Ning Chen’s killing intent like never before.
“You’re courting death!!”
Boom—whoosh!
Ning Chen immediately activated his peerless movement technique, Windstep. His figure soared as if carried by the wind. With the Martial Saint Shadow Ghost’s support beneath his feet, his speed turned into a tempest.
In the blink of an eye, he had stormed into the River God Temple.
On the altar, An Beixue lay like a lonely, helpless lily, her robe in disarray, snowy shoulders already half exposed. Wanyan Zhu, like a fat pig, was sprawled over her, slobbering on her shoulder.
“Die, you fat pig!!”
Ning Chen’s voice roared like thunder. Wanyan Zhu jumped in fright and turned around.
When he saw it was Ning Chen, the panic in his eyes turned to scorn and contempt.
“Shit, you scared me. I thought it was someone important. So it’s you, the useless trash!”
Whoosh!
Ning Chen’s face turned cold as frost. He stepped toward Wanyan Zhu, one stride at a time.
Those usually warm, harmless eyes were now filled with murderous intent. “Wanyan Zhu, you dared touch Beixue… death is too kind for you!”
“Heh, haha!” Wanyan Zhu laughed. “Kill me? With what? You, a worthless piece of trash? You must be brain-dead!”
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a wicked idea popped into Wanyan Zhu’s head, and he got even more excited.
“Hey, I remember before Tianluo Nation collapsed, there were groups who liked recording those ‘secret bedroom videos’ on shadow stones—like useless husbands, greedy sisters-in-law, or friend’s mothers!”
“You, this piece of trash, are An Nanjing’s husband, An Beixue’s brother-in-law. Tsk tsk, today you can star in the role of a useless husband or brother-in-law. Just thinking about it turns me on!”
Before he could finish, Wanyan Zhu launched an attack at Ning Chen.
Boom!
Though debauched and spoiled, Wanyan Zhu’s talent wasn’t weak. He was already at the 5th stage Martial Emperor Realm at a young age.
He unleashed a massive spiritual force palm to crush Ning Chen. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
In his mind, this palm could easily defeat even average Martial Emperors. So against trash like Ning Chen, he’d win effortlessly. Then, he could happily continue filming his twisted fantasies.
Bang!
But the next moment, something unbelievable happened.
That spiritual force palm crumbled into nothing three meters before it even touched Ning Chen, as if it had smashed into an invisible divine wall.
“Huh? What the hell?!”
Wanyan Zhu cried out in disbelief. His fat face twisted with shock.
While he was frozen, Ning Chen struck back—mercilessly.
Boom!
With just a shake of his body, Ning Chen’s Supreme Divine Body released its power.
Though only at the 1st stage Martial Emperor Realm, he possessed overwhelming divine might. His force crushed down like a mountain, instantly pinning Wanyan Zhu in place.
“Ah!!”
“No—how is this possible?! Aren’t you supposed to be a worthless cripple?! How do you have Martial Emperor cultivation—and why are you so strong?!”
Wanyan Zhu screamed like he’d seen a ghost.
Everyone knew the marriage between An Nanjing and a so-called ‘Great Chu trash’ was issued by imperial decree.
Even the Wanyan Family had verified this thoroughly on their wedding day.
But what was happening now?
This rumored useless son-in-law of the An Family turned out to be a true Martial Emperor?!
What kind of joke was this?!
Boom!
Ning Chen didn’t bother to explain. He simply raised his hand and grabbed Wanyan Zhu by the neck, lifting the obese body clean off the ground.
Supreme Divine Power surged through his fingers. Wanyan Zhu could feel death drawing near and, in panic, crushed the jade pendant at his waist and shrieked in terror.
“No—don’t kill me… Wanyan Zhongshan! Save me! Save me!!”
Boom!
Within seconds, the Wanyan Family’s Martial Saint who had been hiding was alarmed and rushed back into the ruined temple.
When he saw Ning Chen about to kill, he was visibly shocked.
But as a Martial Saint, his reaction was quick. With terrifying holy power, he charged at Ning Chen like a violent storm.
“You bastard! How dare you lay hands on my Wanyan Family’s Young Master—are you tired of living?!” Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
Boom!
Wanyan Zhongshan was at the 2nd stage Martial Saint Realm. Though not a top-tier expert among Martial Saints, he could easily overpower anyone below that realm.
Especially when protecting his master in a moment of crisis—his power was even more explosive!
Spiritual energy blades shot forth like divine swords, aiming to tear Ning Chen to shreds.
“Hmph.”
“Die, fat pig.”
Ning Chen didn’t even flinch. He didn’t bother turning around. His icy gaze remained locked on Wanyan Zhu.
His voice was chilling. “Forget a 2nd stage Martial Saint—even a high-level Martial Saint can’t save you today, pig.”
“Arrogant fool!!”
Behind him, Wanyan Zhongshan was furious. Spiritual energy surged like storm-blades, shooting toward Ning Chen like heavenly knives.
Buzz!
Just as those spiritual blades were about to strike, a black shadow suddenly rose from Ning Chen’s feet and swallowed all the blades in an instant.
At the same time, Shadow Ghost’s form swelled rapidly, transforming into a colossal three-feet-tall dark figure. Its ghostly red eyes glowed like blood, and its mouth was full of sharp fangs.
“Ah! What the hell is that?!”
Wanyan Zhongshan screamed in horror, clearly terrified by Shadow Ghost.
The monster grinned, and its huge shadow enveloped him.
Though Wanyan Zhongshan resisted with all his might, under the overwhelming strength of a peak 9th stage Martial Saint Shadow Ghost, it was all in vain.
Crack!
A muffled snap echoed. Shadow Ghost opened its massive maw and bit off Wanyan Zhongshan’s head. His body collapsed instantly.
That bloody scene made Wanyan Zhu’s eyes go wide in terror!
He wanted to scream, to cry—but only a choking whimper came out. A hot, foul-smelling liquid soaked his trousers.
He had pissed himself—utterly terrified!
“Die.”
Ning Chen frowned at the sight. His Supreme Divine Power exploded, and with a sickening crack, he crushed Wanyan Zhu’s throat.
And so, both master and servant—one Emperor, one Saint—were annihilated together.