810: Chapter 799: My Heart Is on the Right Side!
810: Chapter 799: My Heart Is on the Right Side!
The thick blood flowed down Ning Fan’s back along the sharp sword blade, an eerie silence enveloping the grand hall.
The Second Elder, Teng Qiming’s sword was embedded into Ning Fan’s chest.
It appeared as though it had pierced straight through Ning Fan’s heart.
With an injury like this, it seed no one could possibly survive.
The Second Elder had stopped breathing entirely.
His pupils gradually lost focus, and his body remained motionless, frozen in the posture of thrusting the sword.
In his final monts, as he felt the sensation of his sword making contact, his only thought was—this should be enough.
It was his last act for the Yunteng Family, his ultimate realization of swordsmanship.
A faint smile curled at the corners of his lips before he peacefully passed away.
“Second Elder?”
Teng Bei crawled up from the ground, clutching his shoulder, his voice quietly calling out.
The Second Elder had breathed his last—he was surely dead.
The strike he had just delivered had left an enormous impact on everyone present.
None of them could completely process what had just transpired.
Teng Zhuhai took a deep breath, gazing at his uncle’s lifeless body with eyes full of sorrow.
His uncle’s judgnt commanded respect.
Even in his final monts, he was thinking of the Yunteng Family.
Ning Fan ought to no longer pose a threat now.
The Second Elder’s sword—those who witnessed the scene believed unanimously that Ning Fan could not have survived it.
Everyone held their breath, their emotions ready to erupt.
Teng Zhuhai’s expression gradually relaxed, a sigh of relief escaping him.
Just as he was about to declare the end of the Yunteng Family’s crisis, a sound that shocked everyone rang out.
“So…
I suppose I shouldn’t lay my hands on a corpse then…”
Showing the utmost respect for the deceased, Ning Fan whispered somberly, blood staining the corners of his lips.
He stood before the lifeless Second Elder and slowly lowered the soft sword from the elder’s neck, deciding not to desecrate the body.
Under the unbelieving stares of everyone present, he carefully pulled the Second Elder’s sword out of his chest.
Each movent was gentle and deliberate, as though he feared disturbing the elder, who was still standing in his final posture.
“It’s a pity… my heart happens to be on the right side,” Ning Fan said with a mocking smile.
Although he had survived, he felt that he had lost the duel with the Second Elder.
He accepted his loss wholeheartedly.
The brilliance of that strike was sothing even he couldn’t help but admire—a strike that contained so much aning.
That end-all strike wasn’t rely an embodint of the Second Elder’s entire understanding of the sword; it carried all of himself within it.
This kind of opponent deserved Ning Fan’s respect.
Now that the elder had passed away, Ning Fan felt compelled to reveal the truth, allowing the elder to move on with peace of mind.
His heart being located on the right side, contrary to others, ant that the Second Elder hadn’t truly lost—he simply could not have anticipated this.
The slight smile on the elder’s face at his mont of passing now seed almost mocking.
That strike—his life’s most powerful—had failed to claim Ning Fan’s life.
As the Second Elder traversed the Yellow Springs Road alone, who knew how bitterly he might sigh?
“He’s dead, and now it’s your turn.
Don’t disappoint !”
Blood continued to flow from the wound in his chest, his face drained of color.
Ning Fan’s voice was cold as he addressed Teng Zhuhai and the others.
With the Second Elder gone, it was clear that the Yunteng Family now had no hidden cards to play.
To Ning Fan, Teng Zhuhai was nothing more than a helpless fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
The minor twists and turns aside, the ending couldn’t be changed.
The Yunteng Family had reached the end of the line.
Either they perished, or Ning Fan did.
Despite his grave injuries, Ning Fan remained an unstoppable force they couldn’t hope to contend against.
Now, who could the Yunteng Family rely on?
Would it be this group of ancient martial artists, rely True Qi Realm practitioners?
Or the gravely injured Teng Bei and Teng Nan?
Or maybe Teng Zhuhai, whose strength paled in comparison to before?
The Second Elder, the person with the most potential to thwart Ning Fan, was dead beyond doubt.
Now, there was no one left to stop him.
Raising his sword again, Ning Fan reached out with his left hand and gently closed the Second Elder’s eyes.
His gaze still carried traces of awe.
If it weren’t for the group of annoyances he had yet to deal with, Ning Fan would have taken the ti to savor that unforgettable strike—the strike which would do wonders for solidifying his Sword Heart.
“Impossible… How can you still…” Teng Zhuhai’s voice faltered, his eyes wide with disbelief, his mouth frozen open.
That Ning Fan survived struck Teng Zhuhai and the entire Yunteng Family like a bolt out of the blue.
None of them could accept such a reality.
They had paid an enormous price—the Second Elder had spent his final monts perfecting that one strike.
Yet the outco remained unchanged.
This left Teng Zhuhai filled with unease and unable to calm his heart.
The expressions etched across Teng Zhuhai and his people resembled soone swallowing a bitter fly.
Overwhelming despair crept into the air.
The grand hall was gripped by an oppressive silence, their minds weighed down by sorrowful thoughts.
It wasn’t just the reality they couldn’t face; it was Ning Fan—the man who could annihilate the Yunteng Family single-handedly—that they couldn’t reconcile.
As for Ning Fan, he couldn’t be bothered to guess what they were thinking.
If he knew that they thought the Second Elder had lost, he would’ve laughed aloud—not because their beliefs were amusing, but because they simply didn’t understand.
“Teng Zhuhai, your Yunteng Family ets its end today.
Prepare to die!”
Ning Fan charged at Teng Zhuhai without any warning, sword gleaming in his hand.
A streak of silver-white light flickered.
Teng Zhuhai staggered, colliding with a pillar.
A deep, bloody gash appeared on his shoulder.
“Master!”
Teng Bei shouted, charging at Ning Fan, but in the next instant, he was sent flying by a kick from Ning Fan.
At the sa mont, Ning Fan directed his murderous gaze back at Teng Zhuhai, moving through the crowd as though walking through empty space.
To Ning Fan, the people standing before him were nothing but furniture, insignificant and irrelevant.
“Ning Fan, please…
I beg you, spare the Yunteng Family!
Kill instead!”
It was then that Teng Feiyue’s figure suddenly erged from the rear hall.
She rushed forward and dropped to her knees at Ning Fan’s feet, pleading for rcy for the Yunteng Family.
“What are you doing?
Get up imdiately!
Even in death, the Yunteng Family doesn’t beg!” Teng Zhuhai’s face turned pale with anger and he yelled at Teng Feiyue.
But neither Ning Fan nor Teng Feiyue paid any heed to Teng Zhuhai.
The air grew still, the scene sinking into a dead silence.
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