The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1110 Psychic Turbulence

Chapter 1110: Chapter 1110 Psychic Turbulence

No matter how The Man in the Black Mist threatened, Ning Fan remained unmoved and just kept releasing his Spiritual Power.

Soon, the constantly breaking space around them began to extend beneath their feet.

A powerful suction surged around them, and they couldn’t even control their own bodies, involuntarily drifting towards the cracks.

Seeing the crack reaching right beneath his feet, The Man in the Black Mist finally couldn’t hold on.

"Fine! I agree! I’ll release them! Now let go of me!"

Ning Fan, however, didn’t respond to him and instead said in a deep voice, "First, take down your defense."

"Dammit!"

The Man in the Black Mist cursed and changed the seals with his hands. Streams of black fog flowed from his fingertips, merging into the surrounding black fog defense.

Immediately after, the black fog defense dissipated into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Come over here!" Ning Fan called out urgently.

Huang Gu and Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng quickly rushed over and stood behind Ning Fan.

"Sect Master, from tonight onwards, I’ll definitely follow your lead, through thick and thin. As long as you give the word, I’ll be there immediately!" Huang Gu said gratefully.

He truly thought he was going to die, as with Ning Fan’s cultivation and status, it would be very easy to find stronger subordinates than him once they were out.

"Thank you, Sect Master, for saving my life." Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng was much calmer than Huang Gu, but the look in his eyes when he gazed at Ning Fan was still filled with deep gratitude.

"Kid! I’ve released them, now it’s your turn to let go! You wouldn’t be thinking of going back on your word, would you?!" The Man in the Black Mist’s voice distorted with tension, especially since the nearest crack was only a few meters away from him.

From that distance, he could sense the intense malice emanating from the fissure.

If he fell in, even he would have no way to escape from it.

"Sect Master, you can’t let him go!"

"Yes, Sect Master, this guy has caused us so much suffering!"

"Since he has no power to resist now, Sect Master, if you restrain him, the two of us together can certainly kill him!"

Huang Gu and Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng were itching to take action, desperation evident in their readiness.

After all, in their eyes, the existence of The Man in the Black Mist was too dangerous.

Even Ning Fan nearly fell to his ploy; letting him go now would be like releasing a tiger back into the wild.

However, Ning Fan, after a moment of silence, abruptly withdrew his Spiritual Power.

Upon detecting the dispersal of Spiritual Power, The Man in the Black Mist likewise retracted his black fog, eyeing Ning Fan warily.

He couldn’t believe Ning Fan would actually let him go just like that.

"I’m a man who keeps his promises, since you’ve released them, I’ll release you as well," Ning Fan stated calmly. "But if you try any tricks, don’t blame me for not showing mercy!"

The Man in the Black Mist fixed a deathly stare on Ning Fan, making his way step by step back towards the passage he had created.

Seeing that Ning Fan really didn’t make any moves, he finally let his guard down and dove directly into the black hole.

Ning Fan didn’t hesitate, leading Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng and Huang Gu toward the black hole.

The three leaped into the black hole, and in an instant, all light was extinguished as endless darkness surged in like a tide.

Ning Fan could only feel as if he was losing all his senses, every perception blocked, with no means to sense anything external.

This feeling didn’t last long, and when he regained sensation, he felt countless powerful forces surging around him.

"Bastard! You dared lay hands on me!" Ning Fan was furious, thinking The Man in the Black Mist was attacking again.

But then, he heard The Man in the Black Mist’s shocked exclamation.

"Dammit, this is Spiritual Chaos! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have run into this trouble!"

Ning Fan couldn’t help but laugh, "Turns out you haven’t gotten out yet?"

The Man in the Black Mist’s voice was full of annoyance: "Shit, it’s all your fault for messing around in the Spiritual Space I’ve created. Now the spiritual passage is unstable, and the resentments from the lower realm are starting to invade. If these resentments latch onto us, neither of us will make it out alive!"

The moment his words ended, the violent resentments rushed over like a torrent.

Almost instantly, Ning Fan felt himself losing consciousness.

From the side, The Man in the Black Mist’s shouts of alarm faintly reached his ears.

"Damn it! Can’t shake off these resentments ... This is it, kid, you and I will never coexist under the same sky!"

Then, his consciousness completely faded.

...

Meanwhile, outside the Secret Realm.

The Sect Masters of the Four Sects gathered together, looking at an ancient tome in front of them.

"You old schemer, did you just say... this is from your Sect’s archives, a record about this Secret Realm?"

Fierce Lion cast a dubious glance at the ancient tome, his eyes filled with distrust.

Miao Si responded irritably, "You can believe it or not, but I’ve found the tome. Don’t claim I took advantage and kept it from you later on."

"Your tome... who knows if it contains any plots." Fierce Lion sounded skeptical, "After all, you’ve been tricking us for more than a day or two."

"You!"

Miao Si was on the verge of cursing out loud.

These people’s prejudices against him were too deep, way too deep!

Eventually, it was Sect Master Shen Ning of the Burning Sun Sect who intervened to smooth things over.

"Since Sect Master Miao is willing to be frank and open with us, we should assume he wouldn’t engage in such conspiracies. We should choose to trust Sect Master Miao."

Miao Si’s face lit up with relief; there were still good people in this world.

Then, he saw Shen Ning launch several strands of Spiritual Power, enveloping the tome.

"But verification is still necessary," he muttered to himself.

Miao Si: "..."

Prejudice is a mountain hard to move.