This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 258 The Terrifying Nature of Astrologers

A playful smile rippled across the face of the emperor. The figure showed no fear whatsoever towards the ruler of a nation; instead, he stared at the emperor like a cat toying with a mouse, a hint of disdain in his eyes. That gaze, as if looking at an ant, seemed to ignite a raging fire in the emperor's heart.

"You're courting death, Ning Chen. Take him down. I want him to understand that this Great Qian capital is not a place anyone can set foot in at will."

"Your Majesty, this person..."

"Didn't you hear my order? No matter the cost, all I want is the result."

Ning Chen sighed slightly. Although this person was mysterious and unpredictable, it seemed that there was nothing he couldn't do under the cover of this astrological array if the price was right. But was it really necessary to pay such a huge price?

"Be careful, this person is from the Refining Heaven Sect, from the unreachable Jade Capital."

The figure in black robes reappeared like a ghost, issuing a warning to Emperor Wu and Ning Chen. Although he wanted to use Emperor Wu's power to escape, he was also well aware of the formidable methods of the Refining Heaven Sect. Upon hearing this warning, neither Emperor Wu nor Ning Chen showed the slightest surprise, as if they had already anticipated everything.

"You are by no means a kind person either."

Emperor Wu glanced at the black-robed man out of the corner of his eye. He was confident in his City-Burning Formation, convinced that it could block everything and that these two had no chance of escape. After capturing them, he would definitely interrogate them thoroughly about their motives. The black-robed man was not angry. Since no one appreciated his efforts, he didn't need to say anything more. He simply vanished into thin air like smoke, disappearing without a trace.

The young man from the Refining Heaven Sect let out a disdainful snort, flicked his finger, and the Immortal Cone shot off in one direction like an arrow.

As for Emperor Wu and Ning Chen before him, after a moment's thought, he decided not to reveal his origins. After all, this was merely an insignificant mortal kingdom, and his identity still carried many uncertain risks. His only goal at this moment was to capture the man in black and silence him forever; everything else was irrelevant.

"I have business to attend to today, so I will spare your lives."

Ning Chen, who had been hesitant, felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, forcing him to swallow the words that were about to come out.

A helpless, bitter smile appeared on his lips as he thought to himself, "There really are people who don't take me seriously!"

"Very well, you see, Ning Chen! Astrologers have been gone for far too long, so long that even an insignificant sect like the Refining Heaven Sect dares to insult them so brazenly. You are a successor of astrology, how can you tolerate such humiliation?"

Emperor Wu suddenly burst into laughter, his earlier rage vanishing like smoke in the air. He gazed intently at Ning Chen, his mind clear: the situation was now settled, and only the man in black remained.

Ning Chen slowly stood up, his hands hanging limply at his sides. Mysterious and profound symbols, like lively sprites, danced and emerged beneath his palms. He raised his head high, gazing at the raging sea of ​​fire in the sky, which seemed to have been given life at this moment, becoming exceptionally active.

"If it were anyone else, I might have shown leniency and let you go. But you happen to be a disciple of the Refining Heaven Sect, so it's no wonder your aura is so repulsive, and it's no wonder His Majesty is so furious. Now that everything is clear, I'll send you to the underworld!"

Ning Chen's voice was icy cold, carrying a hint of chill. He raised his palm high, and the mysterious symbols within finally revealed themselves.

Surprisingly, these symbols, as if by magic, slowly coalesced into a circular magic circle. Upon the circle, an aged figure gradually appeared, like a mysterious messenger from ancient times.

"Playing tricks!" The Lian Tian Sect disciple remained dismissive, pulling out another object—a hammer.

This hammer appears ordinary and unremarkable, yet as it emits a dazzling silver light, an enormous, phantom hammer appears, like a mountain, stretching across the sky.

"Killing an astrologer would surely earn me a higher rank,"

A massive hammer fell from the sky like a meteorite, seemingly about to smash the entire imperial palace to pieces. This was a divine artifact from the Refining Heaven Sect!

Both the Immortal Cone and the Heaven-Suppressing Hammer were renowned even in the Jade Capital. Yet, at this moment, they were both gathered in the hands of this young man, demonstrating his extraordinary status.

Faced with the heaven-suppressing hammer that fell from the sky, Ning Chen showed no panic. Instead, he looked at the old man's figure in his palm with interest and said jokingly, "What a coincidence! Your hammer is coming to smash you. I want to see if you are more powerful or if your hammer has surpassed its master."

Ning Chen did not take any action, but simply flicked his hand, throwing the tiny magic array along with the old figure toward the Heaven-Suppressing Hammer.

"You're asking for death!" the boy roared.

However, what happened next left him speechless. The hammer that had been destroying everything began to tremble the moment the old man's figure appeared, like a frightened rabbit. As it fell from the sky, it gradually shrank, until it landed on the magic circle as a miniature hammer.

"How is this possible?" The boy retreated in terror. That was the divine artifact of the Refining Heaven Sect! How could he have chosen to submit to a mere figure? The boy, who had just been arrogant and disrespectful to the astrologer, was now panicked. With a wave of his hand, the Immortal Cone that had been flying away returned to his hand like lightning.

For some reason, the old figure on the magic array that was sent out filled him with fear, and even a slight sense of familiarity.

"Don't you understand? Everything in the Refining Heaven Sect must bow down before me. Your prized artifacts are nothing but juniors in front of this person."

Ning Chen slowly walked forward. In addition to the old man, there was now another hammer in the magic circle, bobbing up and down as if it were performing a strange dance.

"Ning Chen, I want him alive. Don't kill him."

The Emperor's voice echoed from afar. The black-robed figure had already been caught up by the Emperor, and the two instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

"haha okay."

Ning Chen's smile was chilling; the coldness emanating from him at that moment perhaps revealed the true face of an astrologer. It's said that astrologers are invincible under the power of astrology, but no one knows why this saying exists, or why such powerful astrologers have slowly disappeared.

"I understand now, you astrologer are one of those remnants."

Suddenly, the man from the Refining Heaven Sect seemed to recall some terrifying rumor, and he hurled his Immortal Cone directly at the flames surrounding the Burning City from all sides.

He himself followed closely behind, intending to leave the imperial palace the instant the Immortal Cone shattered.

"Can you run?"

Ning Chen sneered, and the magic array in his palm suddenly appeared on the flames of the burning city, precisely where the Immortal Cone was about to break through.

"In front of your founder of the Refining Heaven Sect, you worthless bastards still dare to stir up trouble. You really don't know what's good for you."