Ling Shicheng stepped forward and shouted, "Today, you two, father and son, will go to the Yellow Springs together!"
"Is that so?"
Qin Ning smiled again, "I hope I can send you and your son to the Yellow Springs together, but unfortunately... he's not here, so the two of you can't go together!"
"But you can think about it, you can wait for your son on the way to the Yellow Springs!"
As soon as Qin Ning finished speaking, his figure flashed, moving at an extremely fast speed, charging straight towards Ling Shicheng.
Ling Shicheng was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
Qin Ning was only a sixteen-year-old youth, yet he dared to provoke him.
"If I can't kill you with my own hands today, then haven't I, Ling Shicheng, lived half my life in vain!"
"As if half your life hasn't been in vain!"
Boom...
The two figures immediately clashed.
"Qin Changsheng, I've long wanted to experience your Lion Roar King Fist. Today, let's see who is superior!"
Just then, Chu Shanhe rushed out to fight.
He could naturally see that Qin Ning was definitely not Ling Shicheng's opponent.
Now, as long as Qin Changsheng was held back, no one could help Qin Ning. Once Ling Shicheng killed Qin Ning, it would be three against two, and the Qin family would also be annihilated.
"Hmph, Chu Shanhe, you and I have had decades of friendship, yet... I didn't expect you to collude with the Ling family to deal with my Qin family!"
Qin Changsheng was furious.
"Today, I will kill you to make up for my son!"
Qin Changsheng clenched his fists, roaring loudly.
Meanwhile, Qin Yuanshan was fighting Lin Zhantian.
The guards of the three great families charged straight into the Qin family's mansion.
Currently, Qin Ning and Ling Shicheng were fighting, turning into a chaotic battle.
A few blind fools who came too close were sent flying by Qin Ning's punch.
He had reached the eighth gate realm, and his physical strength alone had reached three hundred horsepower, even more terrifying than the two hundred horsepower of the ninth gate realm.
It could be said that after being nourished by spiritual energy, Qin Ning's body was no different, but even stronger than a martial artist of the ninth gate, Tianmen, realm.
Ordinary martial artists of the seventh and eighth gate realms were not even worth mentioning!
Currently, Qin Ning's killing intent grew stronger and stronger.
Ling Shicheng was extremely surprised.
Was Qin Ning really at the ninth gate, Jingmen, realm?
But the power he felt from Qin Ning's body was not just that!
This was truly something no one could have imagined!
"Ninth gate, Tianmen, realm, is that all you've got?"
Qin Ning's two fists created wind. The Tiger Roar Dragon Chant Fist combined with the Adamant Wind Spirit Body Art, combining offense and defense, leaving Ling Shicheng unable to find any openings.
"You stinky brat..."
Ling Shicheng was also endlessly furious.
He tried to attack any part of Qin Ning, but from beginning to end, his defense remained undisturbed. It seemed Qin Ning wasn't worried at all about him attacking any position.
Could it be that this kid had no Life Gate?
Impossible!
As long as one was a martial artist of the ninth gate realm, they would have a Life Gate, the weakest point of defense.
Qin Ning couldn't possibly not have a Life Gate!
Ling Shicheng raised his hand, and a long saber appeared in his grasp.
"Brat, you forced my hand!"
He had been driven mad by Qin Ning.
"Hidden Blade Art!"
Ling Shicheng lightly shouted, gripping the saber with both hands, and slashed straight towards Qin Ning.
Clang...
Qin Ning raised the wooden staff in front of him, gripping it tightly with both hands. A colossal force immediately chopped down.
But at that very moment, Qin Ning had grasped the origin of that power. He raised his hands.
A stronger counterforce struck into Ling Shicheng’s body.
A loud bang resonated, spreading from within Ling Shicheng’s body. His face turned pale, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
This scene astonished everyone.
Ling Shicheng was a martial artist who had entered the Ninth Gate of the Heavenly Gate realm a long time ago.
And the Hidden Blade Art could be said to be Ling Shicheng’s famous blade art, a supreme-grade mortal art. Its power was unstoppable, and no one had ever dared to bravely face Ling Shicheng’s blade head-on!
But Qin Ning not only blocked it but also repelled Ling Shicheng.
What kind of joke was this!
"You..."
Ling Shicheng hadn't even finished his sentence when a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"You'd best not speak!"
Qin Ning retracted the staff, smiling, "Save your breath, so you can talk to your son down there!"
As soon as Qin Ning uttered these words, Ling Shicheng’s face turned ashen.
"You..."
His mouth full of bloody foam, Ling Shicheng now had to admit that he was truly no match for Qin Ning.
A sudden feeling of regret welled up in his heart. That day, he should have killed Qin Ning.
Then these disasters wouldn't be happening today.
"You regret it, don't you?"
Qin Ning said elegantly, "Back then, you didn't kill me because you knew the Qin family wouldn't go to war with the Ling family just for me, right?"
"However, your foolishness was underestimating me, Qin Ning!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ning said no more. His figure flashed, and he clenched his fists, attacking.
This punch would surely kill Ling Shicheng!
Boom...
Suddenly, a violent force spread.
A surge of abundant internal energy emanated from the ground. Martial artists within ten meters around Qin Ning and Ling Shicheng were all sent flying.
"Hmm?"
Qin Ning retreated, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking forward. Now, a figure appeared in front of Ling Shicheng.
"So, there's someone helping!"
Qin Ning shook his slightly numb hand, looking at the newcomer.
It was a man in a yellow robe, about forty to fifty years old, with a majestic physique, giving others a particularly powerful feeling.
"Brother Ling, I apologize, I'm late!"
The man looked at Ling Shicheng, smiling apologetically.
"If you had come a little later, I'm afraid you would have been collecting my corpse!" Ling Shicheng was still terrified, his expression extremely frightened.
Just now, he had almost died!
"Is this the young man?"
The man in the yellow robe curled his lips into a smile and said, "A third-level Jingmen realm martial artist who can push Brother Ling to this extent, it seems there must be some secret in his body!"
"If that's the case, then I will deal with this person for Brother Ling!"
The man in the robe chuckled softly, then said very coldly.
"Just a first-level Spirit Sea realm, and you dare to act so imposing here?"
Qin Ning suddenly spoke again.
What?
First-level Spirit Sea realm?
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
The two warring factions also stopped.
"You are..."
Qin Changsheng came to Qin Ning's side, looking at the man in front of him.
"The City Lord of Beihuang City, Huang Yuzhe!"
Huang Yuzhe!
Hearing this name, some people's expressions changed.
Beihuang City.