Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 288: You Can’t Break Your Promise!

BOOM!

Zhan Potian's fist thundered forth.

Yuan Yurong dodged to the side. A trench over a hundred feet long was carved into the hillside behind her, blasting ancient trees into splinters! The might of his single punch was earth-shaking.

The many people who had followed Ning Xuan's group down the mountain turned pale at the sight of this terrifying punch. The eyes of some onlookers even flickered with recognition. They knew who Zhan Potian was—his physique and fist technique were too distinctive.

However, no one was foolish enough to reveal his identity. They were not Ning Xuan; they could not afford to provoke the Martial God Temple. To be precise, they couldn't even afford to provoke Zhan Potian himself.

He was one of the elites among the Martial God Temple's younger generation. Although not on par with Ning Yang, his strength definitely ranked in the top ten, and that was a conservative estimate.

Zhan Potian walked the path of tyranny in the King Realm. With each punch, his foes were annihilated. He was utterly ferocious. He had once slaughtered several King Realm martial artists with his bare fists, and that was three years ago. Three years had passed, and that last punch was a testament to how much stronger he had become.

"He's at least twice as strong as he was three years ago! How did he do that?!"

"He's from the Martial God Temple! That's a place where miracles happen. It's normal for him to be twice as strong."

"I don't get it. The Martial God Temple is so powerful, so why did they yield to Ning Xuan?"

"Who knows? Let's just watch and see!"

After whispering amongst themselves, their attention was drawn back to the duel.

Zhan Potian's punches were tyrannically powerful. As he struck out, a vacuum quickly formed around him. Whether it was ancient trees or massive boulders, everything was flattened by his Tyrant Fist. However, he still hadn't managed to bring his opponent down.

"Tee-hee, over here, big guy."

"You're not good enough. Far too slow."

The woman dueling him moved like a fish in water. No matter how devastating Zhan Potian's fists were, they couldn't even graze the hem of her clothes. Instead, he was being mercilessly teased and taunted.

"You're courting death!"

Enraged to the extreme, Zhan Potian suddenly retreated in a way that defied convention. Realizing something was wrong, Yuan Yurong rushed over immediately, but she was still a step too late.

An ancient tree exploded from Zhan Potian's punch. He then used the trunk as a weapon, swinging it in a furious sweep. Though Yuan Yurong reacted with incredible speed, she was still hit.

BOOM!

She was blasted hundreds of feet into the mountainside with a thunderous crash.

"You ignorant fool! Ning Xuan, it's your turn!" Zhan Potian let out a sharp breath, his gaze locked on Ning Xuan as his fighting spirit surged. At this moment, his energy, spirit, and focus peaked. He was in better condition than ever before.

In the distance, Xing Xiangli's subordinate excitedly activated all his Image-Recording Stones. This man had caught the eye of one of the Martial God Temple's elites, so his own strength was naturally formidable. Correspondingly, his judgment was a notch above the rest. He could clearly perceive Zhan Potian's current state.

"In this state, Zhan Potian can perform beyond his usual level! This is perfect! We'll definitely see Ning Xuan's true strength this time!"

He grew more and more excited, but the smile on his face froze in an instant.

Another woman had stepped forward.

"You struck my disciple. As her master, I could overlook it if I hadn't seen it, but now that I have, it's only right that I step in." Yuan Xueying stepped forward with no intention of concealing her identity.

Ning Xuan's mouth twitched. What's going on? This isn't how the script is supposed to go. When a disciple gets beaten, the master steps in to save the day... isn't that a perk reserved for the protagonist? This makes me look like the villain, doesn't it?

Therefore, a reluctant Ning Xuan was forced to step forward. "Ahem, never mind. I'll handle this."

"But…" Yuan Xueying still looked displeased. Her disciple wasn't up to the task, so she felt it was her duty as master to clean up the mess.

Maintaining his aura at its peak, the fearless Zhan Potian declared, "All of you, come at me together!"

"Oh my, Junior Brother! To think someone actually dares to speak to you like that!" Wawa couldn't help but exclaim. So far, she had never seen a martial artist of the same realm dare to be so presumptuous in front of Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan laughed as well. This guy's strength is nothing special, but he sure talks big!

Just as he was about to speak, Yuan Yurong's voice rang out.

"Your opponent is me!"

Looking toward the sound, they saw her floating over from the distance like a celestial fairy gliding on waves.

Zhan Potian shook his head. "I don't fight losers. Besides, you're just a woman!"

After the previous exchange, he truly had no desire to fight Yuan Yurong again. All she does is dodge. It's no fun at all!

Unexpectedly, his words made all the women's faces turn sour. A murderous intent flashed in Yuan Yurong's eyes.

Just as she was about to move, Ning Xuan stopped her.

"I'll grant you, she's not your match in raw power, but if she had wanted to kill you, you'd have died eight times over by now!"

Hearing this, Yuan Yurong smiled. As long as the Young Master acknowledges me, I don't care what Zhan Potian thinks of me.

Zhan Potian's pupils shrank.

"Senior Brother Potian, he's bluffing! Don't fall for it! He's weaker than you think; otherwise, he wouldn't resort to such despicable tactics!" Sensing trouble, Xing Xiangli's subordinate quickly sent a mental transmission to Zhan Potian.

Zhan Potian's eyes lit up as a tremendous roar rumbled from within his body, his fighting spirit surging even more fiercely.

"What's that supposed to mean? Don't tell me... you think your strength surpasses mine? Come on, let's have a go!" he challenged Ning Xuan with a look of utter disdain.

As Yuan Yurong and Yuan Xueying were both about to speak, Ning Xuan stepped forward and said, "I already said I would handle this, and I can't go back on my word."

The two women immediately stepped back. When Ning Xuan made a decision, all they could do was abide by it.

Xing Xiangli's subordinate finally relaxed. Full of confidence, he prepared to capture their duel from every angle.

BANG!

A loud explosion ripped through the air. And then… nothing.

Zhan Potian had simply vanished.

A fine mist drifted through the air. The subordinate reached up to wipe it from his face. When he looked at his hand, he saw it was not mist at all, but a spray of blood.

Zhan Potian had fallen.

He didn't even know how Ning Xuan had struck.

At that moment, not only him but also everyone watching secretly was completely dumbfounded.

An unknown amount of time passed before they regained their senses. When they focused their eyes again, Ning Xuan and his party had already vanished without a trace. They didn't even know when they had left.

"Did… did I just dream that?!" someone stammered after sniffing the air.

"It… it doesn't seem like a dream. I can still smell the faint scent of blood!"

"Did… did Ning Xuan just obliterate Zhan Potian?!"

"I don't know! I didn't even see how he moved!"

The crowd murmured, still in a state of absolute shock.

Only then did Xing Xiangli's subordinate snap out of it, scrambling to check his Image-Recording Stones.

One.

Two.

Five.

Finally, upon checking the eighth stone, he saw a blurry image. It showed a hazy silhouette with a long afterimage trailing behind it.

Even so, he recognized the figure. It was Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan's speed had been incredible, and he had simply thrown a casual punch.

It had seemed quite ordinary, nothing world-shaking.

But he already knew the consequences. Even though Zhan Potian had reacted and was in the middle of launching his own attack, he had been utterly unable to block that single punch from Ning Xuan.