The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1121: How Dare You Touch My Son!

Chapter 1121: Chapter 1121: How Dare You Touch My Son!

The Man in the Black Mist was forced into a corner, only able to brace himself and engage with the Resentful Deity.

However, without Ning Fan’s help, The Man in the Black Mist was nearly no match for the Resentful Deity and could only barely hold his ground.

Ning Fan also exerted his full powers, his robust Spiritual Power condensing in his palm into a Longsword, with abundant spiritual power surging into the blade.

As the blade steadily solidified, it began to emit a terrifying aura, distorting the space around it with the Sword Qi radiating outward.

When Ning Fan gripped the sword, a towering Sword Intent suddenly soared, its unmatched sharpness surged upward, subconsciously compelling submission.

"Get out of the way!"

Hearing Ning Fan’s warning, The Man in the Black Mist, who was tangled with the Resentful Deity, hurriedly dodged.

The Resentful Deity saw his prey escaping and his face showed a resentful expression.

However, before he could react, a sword beam like a streamer whistled toward him.

"Whoosh!"

The sword beam soared to the heavens, filled with boundless might, as if it intended to slice the entire world.

Simultaneously, its terrifying momentum crushed all resentful beings in its path, leaving them no chance to retaliate.

The Resentful Deity also felt the terrifying might contained in this sword beam, a human-like fear flashing in his eyes, instinctively trying to dodge.

However, Ning Fan would not give him that chance.

"Think you can escape? Too late!"

With a roar from Ning Fan, the robust Spiritual Power continuously fueled, the frenzied spiritual power driving the sword beam to accelerate once again.

In the heavens and the earth, it seemed that only this sword beam remained.

Whoosh!

Under both men’s gaze, the sword beam fiercely chopped the Resentful Deity in two.

The dispersive dark qi on him, which could have neutralized their attacks, seemed non-existent against this sword beam.

Almost in an instant, this layer of dark qi was shattered.

Then, the intense Sword Qi, like a hot knife through butter, forcefully sliced the Resentful Deity in half.

"Great! It worked!"

The Man in the Black Mist clenched his fists vigorously, his face full of joy.

Ning Fan also sighed in relief. This Resentful Deity was powerful and difficult to handle; they had almost been defeated by this foe.

"Let’s go, we can now head to the passageway..."

Ning Fan waved his hand, just about to leave, but then he saw the expression on The Man in the Black Mist freeze.

"What, what’s happening?"

He instantly sensed something was wrong and turned his head sharply.

He saw the Resentful Deity, who had been split by his sword beam, now healing at a visibly rapid rate.

In just a few breaths, his entire body had returned to its original, undamaged state, as if the sword beam had never hit him.

"Damn it, this guy absorbed all the resentful beings around him! We’ve got to get out of here!"

The Man in the Black Mist reacted, and in great shock, immediately tried to flee with Ning Fan.

However, the next moment, a surge of dark qi spread like a tsunami, instantly enveloping them both.

Their vision reduced to its limit, they groped through the dark qi, unable to see their surroundings, only hearing the Resentful Deity’s rapidly approaching sound.

"Be careful, this guy’s just been seriously injured and must be in a rage... uh!"

Ning Fan was still issuing a warning when he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

He slowly looked down, only to see a pitch-black arm, at that moment piercing through his heart, its palm still clutching a beating heart.

How could this be?

Why hadn’t he noticed this foe?

Various doubts flooded his mind, leaving Ning Fan puzzled, but there was no more time for him to think.

With the heart removed, the flow of blood in his body slowed, a large amount of fresh blood spurting from the wound.

The construction of the spirit body was the same as reality, so a fatal injury here meant Ning Fan would die as well.

At this moment, no matter how fast the Spiritual Power operated, it could not replenish his vanishing life force.

For both Cultivators and ordinary people, the heart was a vital organ.

"Thump!"

Ning Fan slowly knelt on the ground, his hands strenuously supporting his body to prevent himself from falling.

In the peripherals, he saw The Man in the Black Mist also being captured by the Resentful Deity, his limbs being torn off in live action.

Even if The Man in the Black Mist could recover, it was still not as fast as the injuries inflicted by the Resentful Deity.

"Kid... you really killed me..."

The Man in the Black Mist finally could not overcome the Resentful Deity and collapsed softly on the ground, letting the Resentful Deity rip apart his body.

Ning Fan’s lips also curled into a bitter smile, and his hands went limp, falling heavily to the ground.

Blood spread underneath him, rippling out like red dye.

Just then, a terrifying power suddenly surged from within Ning Fan.

It seemed wild, yet it also contained boundless might.

A hazy light condensed from Ning Fan’s body and eventually formed into a shapely female figure.

"Who is so bold to dare harm my son!"

The resonant voice echoed in this netherworld, the power contained within the voice shattering the surrounding resentful beings to dust!