The child's pained expression reminded him of the scene in the Zhang Group building where he had transformed into a child, and Jiang Yuan had seen through his disguise and pressed down on his head in the same way.
Jiang Yuan left a deep shadow in his heart, and also made him feel fear and apprehension at this moment.
Like Jiang Yuan, this person had a clear goal: to kill him.
However, he is far more mysterious than Jiang Yuan.
He was unable to resist him.
He himself didn't understand why he couldn't resist him.
Jiang Yuan was a high-ranking immortal, with more seniority and experience than him. He lost to her, and he accepted it.
But why is this person able to suppress him, and why is the heavenly lightning he summoned ineffective against him?
That's heavenly lightning! Even lower-level immortals would be severely injured if they came into contact with such powerful heavenly lightning.
But he was completely unharmed.
Jiang Yuan called him a monster, but the person in front of him was clearly the monster!
He's a complete monster!
What to do! What to do!
His head hurts so much.
It hurts like being churned in a blender.
If this man had used any more force, his head would probably have exploded into mush.
He wasn't afraid of his head exploding into mush because he had the ability to regenerate. Even if his regeneration couldn't keep up, he could still absorb nutrients from them.
Jiang Rentian said that those superhumans were born for him; they were his nourishment, which he could draw upon whenever he wanted.
But--
If this man can wipe him out completely in one move, leaving not even ashes, he will be unable to reproduce.
If there's nothing left, how can it be regenerated?
Zhou Tianming stared in astonishment at the scene. He wanted to step forward to stop them, but his leg was badly injured by the lightning, and his recovery was much slower than usual.
In addition, it seemed as if an invisible barrier was shrouding him, and his intuition told him that he couldn't get close.
He could only stand there, staring blankly.
Seeing Ning Yuan tighten his grip on the immortal's head, and seeing the immortal's pained expression.
He prided himself on being very smart, but even now he still couldn't understand why the immortal was unable to resist Ning Yuan's grip on his head and even showed a pained expression.
Is Ning Yuan really just Ning Yuan, Jiang Chengxian's son?
"Xiao, Xiao Yuan... I, I am your... your father." The child's head was throbbing, and his heavy, slow, and labored voice rang out, echoing around him.
Zhou Tianming snapped out of his daze, looked at Ning Yuan, and echoed the child's words, loudly proclaiming, "The Immortal is right, Ning Yuan, the Immortal is your father!"
This is Jiang Chengxian's body, only his blood has been fused with Chunxian's blood, his skin has been replaced with Chunxian's skin, and he has eaten Chunxian's flesh, but in essence...
In essence, he is still Jiang Chengxian!
He is Ning Yuan's father!
For Ning Yuan to lay a hand on his own father is an act of utter disloyalty and unfilial piety!
Zhou Tianming thought that Ning Yuan would be shocked and bewildered after hearing this huge secret. If Ning Yuan was distracted for even a second, the immortal would have a chance to escape.
He disdained this immortal-creating plan, but it took everyone more than 30 years to start it, and only now has such an immortal been created.
He didn't want the immortal to die either, and he hoped even more that the immortal could avenge his brother!
Unexpectedly, Ning Yuan was not surprised at all; instead, the coldness and killing intent in his eyes became more and more obvious, and he looked at the child as if he were a piece of trash.
Suddenly, a black flame burst forth from the hand holding the child, and the malevolent aura emanating from the body surged outwards. Even the few surviving sorcerers on the rooftop were forced to retreat repeatedly and were injured by the malevolent aura.
Zhou Tianming was in no better shape; the murderous aura entered his body, shattering the breath he had gathered.
puff--
Zhou Tianming spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red.
What is this?
How can it be so amazing?
It felt like a knife piercing his body, moving around inside him, hurting his entire body. The places that had just recovered were injured again, and even his meridians were shattered.
"Xiao Yuan? Who are you calling, you lowly monster?" Ning Yuan looked at the child in front of him whose face he had pinched was deformed with contempt and disdain, and his voice was as cold as a cold kiln.
A hint of resentment flashed in the child's eyes.
He's an immortal!
Jiang Rentian said that immortals are superior to humans.
He's not a monster!
However, he was burned so badly by the black flames, it hurt like he had been thrown into a sea of fire and was being scorched.
It hurts so much.
What kind of flame is this? Why does it make him feel even more uncomfortable than Jiang Yuan's blue flame?
Why is it even more domineering than the blue flames, and why does it exude a more chilling killing intent?
"It is precisely because you are using Jiang Chengxian's body that you deserve to die."
“I will protect the descendants of the Ning family. If you harm the Ning family, you deserve to die a thousand times or ten thousand times.”
"Even if you are using Jiang Chengxian's body, even if you have inherited some of Jiang Chengxian's memories, you can never become a member of the Ning family. You are a monster created with Jiang Chengxian's blood and Chunxian's blood."
"The Spring Fairy will bring spring, vitality and life to the world, but look at what you have brought now."
Ning Yuan said coldly.
He felt heartbroken when he talked about Jiang Chengxian.
It was clearly under his protection and with the blessings of his family's Ah Yuan that they had always been wealthy and prosperous, and they should have lived a normal life of birth, aging, sickness and death, passing away peacefully.
Even if they don't live to be over a hundred, living to ninety-nine is a realistic possibility.
However, because of their absurd plan, the younger generation of the Ning family died before the age of thirty, and lived in pain and self-blame, accompanied by nightmares every day, and had to force themselves to forget that painful memory in order to live well.
Everything was because of their sudden, ingenious plan to create immortals!
As soon as Ning Yuan finished speaking, a torrential downpour suddenly began from the dark, overcast sky. Lightning bolts darted wildly through the clouds like dragons, occasionally producing a terrifying rumble. And mixed in with the rain were tiny, transparent hailstones.
A fierce wind rose all around, like a demonic gale, uprooting and felling the large trees along the street, blocking the way for pedestrians.
The roadside plants and trees withered and turned yellow in an instant, as if their nutrients and vitality had been taken away, leaving them sickly and on the verge of death.
The hailstones were mixed with snow, which melted as it fell on people and the ground, turning into rainwater and being washed into the sewers.
Zhou Tianming was taken aback.
It's springtime, yet hail and snow are falling, and even the plants are turning yellow...
The four seasons... the four seasons are out of order.
Oh right, what did Ning Yuan just say?
I will protect the descendants of the Ning family...
Is he protecting the Ning family's descendants?
These words shouldn't have come from a junior, but Ning Yuan spoke them without any regard for the immortal, his tone as if he were speaking to a junior.
Why would he say that?
Why?
Zhou Tianming's mind raced, recalling Jiang Rentian and the words of the Taoist priest who had previously told Jiang Rentian's fortune.
Suddenly, a bold idea popped into his head.
"You, you are the emperor who protected the descendants of the Ning family...!" Zhou Tianming stammered in astonishment, not in doubt but in certainty.
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