Something's Wrong, They Came for Me

When Ning Muchun also made her move, Ning Guichuan immediately shouted, "You dare gang up on the few? Do you think we don't exist?!"

With that, he swiped at his waist, and a fiery red talisman appeared in his hand.

Ning Guichuan fiercely slapped the talisman into the air. It immediately burst into flames without wind, transforming into three crimson fireballs the size of heads that hurtled toward Ning Muchun with surging force.

Ning Fa's paternal uncle, Ning Zhengqian, cursed angrily and hurriedly summoned a Black Iron Shield in front of Ning Muchun.

Ning Fa's face changed in alarm. How was he supposed to put on a show of divinity before others in a situation like this?

Seeing the scene on the verge of spiraling out of control, he frowned and slowly retreated behind the crowd.

At this moment, several people on Ning Guichuan's side, who had long been unable to hold themselves back, also brought out magic artifacts and talismans to attack.

Ning Fa's cousin Ning Zifeng, Paternal Uncle's Wife Guo Ru, and Fourth Uncle Ning Baiquan's family had no choice but to strike back as well.

The scene completely descended into a chaotic melee.

By then, Ning Fa had already retreated to the rear.

It was not because he was timid. He was only at the third level of Qi Condensation and had no experience in magical combat. Even his former self had rarely fought other cultivators.

In such a situation, stepping forward would not only be useless, but would also cause trouble.

"Little Fa, your status is precious now. Just watch from afar and don't risk going forward. Don't worry, they won't truly fight to the death. They know their limits. After all, if lives are lost, it won't be a laughing matter."

Ning Xilin had followed Ning Fa over and comforted him.

Ning Fa nodded appreciatively, immediately feeling that this clan uncle was quite perceptive.

At that moment, Ning Zhen'an, at the center of the melee, glanced at Ning Fa behind the crowd, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

He laughed wildly. "Meng Jinliang, take this attack of mine!"

As he spoke, he formed hand seals with both hands, and spiritual power surged wildly from his entire body.

The two Black Long Maces in the sky, which had been weaving endlessly like roaming dragons, suddenly paused. One of them abruptly fired a streak of black light at the other.

The Black Long Mace flashed fiercely with black radiance, then began to expand. In the blink of an eye, it became a Black Circular Magic Orb over a zhang wide, swelling and contracting unstably as it exuded terrifying pressure.

"Ning Zhen'an, have you gone mad?!"

Sensing the dreadful power of the black orb, Ning Muchun's face turned pale, while Meng Jinliang's expression changed drastically as he shouted in fury.

But at this point, he could only grit his teeth and defend against it.

He opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the Paper Fan Artifact in his hand. The moment the blood left his mouth, Meng Jinliang's expression immediately became listless.

After absorbing the essence blood, the paper fan flashed with blood light. The white glow it had originally emitted was immediately stained blood-red, giving off an eerie feeling.

It spun rapidly, and several ancient blood-colored characters flew out one after another.

"Advance, soldiers, fight, all, array, formation, line, march."

The nine large blood-colored characters swelled in the wind and, as though sentient, met the incoming Black Circular Magic Orb.

As the nine blood-colored characters flashed through the air, they surrounded the Black Circular Magic Orb completely. Blood-red rays shot out between them, linking them two by two, instantly forming a blood-colored woven net that caught the orb.

Blood light and black radiance flashed wildly, and the two sides fell into a stalemate for the moment.

Meng Jinliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but as he felt the Mana within his body rapidly draining away, he could not help inwardly lamenting.

"Jinliang, I'll help you!"

Seeing that things were not looking good, Ning Muchun pointed at a White Silk Scarf in the air. It expanded to over a zhang wide and also flew toward the Black Circular Magic Orb, seeking to wrap around it.

Seeing that the time had come, Ning Zhen'an's eyes lit up.

He suddenly formed a hand seal. The Black Circular Magic Orb in the air first contracted violently, black radiance flashing ceaselessly over its surface. Then, with a deafening explosion, it abruptly burst apart.

The blood-colored woven net formed from the nine ancient characters was instantly torn apart, causing Meng Jinliang, whose mind was connected to it, to let out a muffled groan.

At that moment, the White Silk Scarf-shaped artifact had flown nearby, intending to wrap up the energy released by the Black Circular Magic Orb's explosion.

But it only held on for an instant before the White Silk Scarf shattered into countless fragments.

The remaining energy of the Black Circular Magic Orb turned into dozens of fist-sized miniature black orbs and scattered in all directions as though out of control.

Some flew toward Ning Fa's side, while others even shot toward Ning Guichuan's side.

This was, after all, the full-force strike of a Late Qi Condensation expert. Though they were only residual attacks, everyone still avoided them as though fleeing vipers and scorpions. No one had time to fight the other side anymore, and they hurriedly tried to evade. The scene instantly fell into chaos.

Ning Fa jumped in fright. Several incoming orbs were very close to them, so he quickly grabbed Ning Xilin and ran.

But just then, the orb closest to him suddenly curved through the air, accelerated sharply, and flew straight at him.

Ning Fa had no time to react before the black orb slammed heavily into his abdomen. The enormous impact sent his entire body flying, and he spat out a huge mouthful of blood in midair.

Something's wrong. This was aimed at me.

This was Ning Fa's last thought before he crashed heavily to the ground and immediately lost consciousness.

"It worked!"

Ning Zhen'an looked toward Ning Fa, a flash of delight appearing briefly in his eyes.

Meng Jinliang on the opposite side noticed something unusual about him and looked in the same direction. He immediately spotted Ning Fa unconscious on the ground, and his expression changed as he looked uncertainly at Ning Zhen'an.

At that moment, Ning Zhen'an recalled Ning Ruiming's instructions. With a thought, he used his divine sense to control another orb and send it flying toward Ning Fa's face.

Meng Jinliang tightly gripped the white feather fan in his right hand, intending to intercept it. But for some reason, after a brief hesitation, he still did not move.

"Little Fa!"

Ning Xilin, who was near Ning Fa, was terrified and hurriedly ran toward him. At that moment, another black orb came whistling over, charging toward Ning Fa.

Looking at the black orb, Ning Xilin's aged face revealed a resolute expression as he leaped forward.

The next moment, the black orb struck Ning Xilin's body.

As a mere mortal, he had no way to withstand such a terrifying attack. After spraying out a huge mouthful of blood, he died on the spot, his back already scorched black.

Ning Zhen'an frowned. Seeing that several orbs still remained in the air, he repeated the same trick and controlled another one to fly over.

"What are you doing?!"

At that moment, Ning Zifeng shouted furiously. Holding a Black Greatsword in both hands, he split the incoming orb apart with a single slash. He was forced back two steps by the impact, but he still stood firmly in front of Ning Fa.

He had sensed that something was wrong and rushed over in time.

Ning Zhen'an inwardly thought it a pity, but he did not force another attack. Otherwise, it would be far too obvious.

In any case, the most important task had already been completed. That brat had taken his charged strike directly to the Dantian. Given his cultivation, there was a high chance that his Dantian had already been crippled.

At that moment, Meng Jinliang shouted harshly, "Ning Zhen'an, you acted so recklessly. Just wait for the Family Enforcement Team to arrest you!"

Ning Zhen'an smiled disdainfully.

Then, the sound of wind tearing through the air came from the distance. A Yellow Flying Boat could vaguely be seen speeding toward them, with a team of cultivators in uniform robes standing atop it.

Ning Zhen'an let out a long breath, knowing it was time to stop. The Family Enforcement Team had truly arrived.