49 - The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

## Chapter 11: Master, I Just Want A Good Night's Sleep "I said, I want to kill you!" Jiang Jing stood still, rooted to the spot. Killing intent as sharp as an icicle pierced deep into his mind. Boom! An explosion occurred. But unlike the life-giving explosions that create worlds, this was a death-filled funeral march! In that moment, Jiang Jing's mind went completely blank, as white as fallen snow. The change had come too quickly. So quick that he was utterly unprepared. Was this the true temperature of the wind that has long swept across the sky of Northern Luzhou? Cold. Really cold. Just a moment ago... On the brink of death, the blood flowing along the path to the netherworld had unexpectedly bestowed upon him the power of "rebirth." He looked down in scorn at Bai Lian, who, after struggling for half a quarter-hour, was still forty zhang away from him. "Is this all?" Indeed. Once, the immortal Tianzun was the unquestionable ruler of the celestial realm. But since the Red Dust Tianzun's defiance, the era had completely changed! "This new era, bustling with contention, has long ceased to have a boat capable of carrying you! Allow me to extinguish your final futile hopes!" Laughing, Jiang Jing began to fashion a new divine arrow of intent. Spiritual energy surged. A sea of blood roiled. A terrifying power was ready to burst forth! Yet just as he had formed it halfway and the protective casing was not yet placed upon the arrow... Bai Lian appeared before him, riding the eerie silver light emanating from her right eye. Like a phantom. "Impossible!" Jiang Jing took a step back, roaring with fury. This was illogical. Truly illogical! If Bai Lian really had such power, why hadn't she used it earlier? Was this move one that required charging? Or was everything before him nothing but an illusion? Yes. An illusion. This must be an illusion! "I will not die here so easily!" Hatred corroded Jiang Jing's face like a poison. No amount of overacting could convey the distortion of his expression. His path was still long. Even if the route to ascending as Emperor was severed early when the Night Blade Demon beneath the palace was suppressed, A twist of fate had allowed him to absorb part of the nether energy, reopening his road to emperorhood. He still had hope, a hope to avenge with his own hands. He still had a future, a future of conquering three thousand great domains and having his fame echoed through generations. "How can I die? How can I die? How will I die!" Wasn't it just a broken body? Abandon it! As long as he could walk out of here, with the special techniques within the nether energy, he would eventually stand at the pinnacle of this world! "Ah↑Ah↑Ah↑" Suddenly, a roar erupted from deep within Jiang Jing's throat like a cannonball. The sound grew increasingly higher, increasingly furious, increasingly unstoppable. What followed was a beam of crimson light. The light spewed forth from Jiang Jing's mouth, resembling Godzilla's atomic breath, though infinitely more grand. In an instant. The flying debris in the sky disintegrated. The shattered palace roof vanished in a moment. Even the green light emitted by the prohibitive array scattered in disarray. Under the illumination of the crimson column, the sky around Haitang Spring Garden for tens of thousands of li was rendered a bizarre red. Dark currents surged. Demons and spirits roamed freely.