Chapter 128: The Seven Great Limits—The Storm!

Ning Xiu stared coldly at Shen Sanqian, exhaling a long breath of stale air as he slowly raised the Retaining Divine Sword in his hand. Then, to everyone’s surprise, he closed his eyes right before their eyes.

He was carefully attuning himself to the sword techniques infused by the system, every cell in his body adapting to this newfound power.

Watching Ning Xiu’s odd behavior, Shen Sanqian furrowed his brow deeply. He simply couldn’t fathom what the other could possibly do at this moment.

Putting himself in Ning Xiu’s position, there was no choice but a dead end.

The soldiers gathered outside were momentarily stunned by Ning Xiu’s sudden action, then burst into merciless ridicule. To them, no matter how strong Ning Xiu was, being in such a plight meant he was a trapped beast, struggling in vain against fate.

They had to remember, standing before him was none other than Shen Sanqian, the foremost warrior of Lingnan Commandery.

Shen Sanqian watched Ning Xiu quietly, yet an inexplicable unease rose within him.

He lifted his head slightly and distinctly sensed an extremely unstable energy fluctuation permeating the world around them, growing ever more intense.

He knew Ning Xiu possessed a formidable protective divine aura, but clearly, this dangerous energy was not from that rumored shield.

For the first time, Shen Sanqian’s expression shifted. He summoned the Wandering Dragon Sword, deciding to take down Ning Xiu before dealing with anything else.

Seeing Shen Sanqian’s grave demeanor, the surrounding soldiers were likewise affected; the atmosphere thickened. Some perceptive soldiers instinctively gripped their weapons tighter.

“Wandering Dragon!”

Without hesitation, Shen Sanqian lightly raised his right hand while forming a sword seal with his left.

A dragon’s roar pierced the air as the sharp blade unsheathed, resembling a dragon as it shot fiercely toward Ning Xiu.

“Too late…”

Almost simultaneously, Ning Xiu’s tightly shut eyes snapped open. The Retaining Divine Sword in his hand burst forth with dazzling azure light, emitting a violent aura along its blade.

“Seven Limit—Storm!”

With a shout from his heart, countless whirling sands stirred around them. The terrifying energies in the air seemed drawn in, furiously pouring into Ning Xiu’s sword.

“Triggering celestial phenomena?!”

“How is this possible? A mortal who hasn’t even reached the Transcendent Realm can’t possibly wield such power!” Shen Sanqian looked up at the swirling storm of sand, his face suddenly paling.

Even with his strength, he could only borrow a trace of heavenly power. But what unfolded before him was genuine manipulation of the heavens and earth!

Within a hundred-mile radius, sandstorms roared, sand and stones swirling violently.

What terrified Shen Sanqian most was that these dreadful storms surged straight toward his position.

Ning Xiu’s internal energy was nearly drained in an instant, his body even showing signs of withering.

The dark golden glow on his skin dimmed rapidly, on the verge of vanishing.

Yet, thankfully, he endured!

“Die!”

Ning Xiu glanced up at Shen Sanqian, curling his lips, then fiercely swung the Retaining Divine Sword forward.

A pale cyan blade of light sliced through the air, twisting the currents into spiraling tornadoes that merged into an immense sandstorm blotting out the sky.

Within his vision, only yellow sand stretched for three feet around.

The soldiers raised their eyes and gasped in shock, frozen in place, their minds overwhelmed by awe.

Facing this colossal sandstorm beyond human power, Shen Sanqian’s pupils contracted sharply as his connection with the Wandering Dragon Sword was severed almost instantly.

A mournful wail echoed from within the storm.

Without hesitation, Shen Sanqian transformed into a dragon and turned to flee.

At this moment, he no longer cared about anything else. He unleashed all his hidden strength, radiating an aura far surpassing that which he had during his battle with Xuan Mo.

A layer of dragon-shaped aura enveloped him as he roared and sped away. In the blink of an eye, he had flown several hundred meters.

But no matter how fast he fled, how could he outrun the wind?

Across the boundless desert, a silver dragon fled swiftly, pursued relentlessly by the massive sandstorm that soon engulfed it completely.

A heart-wrenching roar resounded throughout the entire realm.

Silence fell over the world.

Only Ning Xiu remained standing in the desert.

His face was pale, the Retaining Divine Sword in his hand shattered into fragments scattered around him.

Thousands of troops were buried beneath the sweeping yellow sands.

Coughing violently, Ning Xiu’s strength was nearly spent. Forcing the Seven Limits technique was still too much for his current power—this time, he had almost been consumed by backlash.

Yet, staring at everything before him, a chilling fanaticism gleamed in his jet-black eyes.

This was only one technique among the Seven Limits. In the future, he would master Earth’s End, Heaven’s Devour, and other even more powerful divine martial arts awaited him.

In this lifetime, he would shake this world to its core.

Suppressing his dizziness, Ning Xiu took out a bottle of healing potion from his bosom and drank it.

Raising his head, he looked toward the spot where the silver dragon had fallen, then turned and trudged wearily deeper into the desert.

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The Death Desert stretched for thousands of miles.

In the vast wasteland, after the storm passed, even finding direction was nearly impossible.

Countless poisonous scorpions and strange beasts lurked within.

This was why the desert was called ‘Death Desert’—food, water, and survival were all grave challenges. For ordinary mortals, crossing this wasteland was a fool’s dream.

Of course, the desert was not entirely barren.

In its depths lay hidden oases and underground rivers, though no ordinary person could find them.

Amidst this endless desert, discovering a single oasis was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Ning Xiu glanced at the sky and decided to stop, seeking shelter from the approaching sandstorm.

It was the seventh day since he left Windgather Town.

His injuries had mostly healed, and during these days traversing the desert, he noticed a pattern.

Every night, the Death Desert would be engulfed by a sandstorm.

When that happened, the swirling sand would severely impair visibility, making travel extremely difficult. So, after observing the sky, Ning Xiu stopped early to rest.

He sat down cross-legged, a faint dark golden bell of energy forming a protective illusion around him.

After completing this, Ning Xiu directly activated the “Martial God” system.