Painting of the Nine Immortals - Chapter 511

Chapter 511: Retreat

Translator: _Tat_  Editor: Fish_Creek

Ling Xian was holding onto his heavy sword in midair, compressing the space with the weight of his weapon.

Even though he was covered in blood and his breathing was weak, in these Heaven’s Favorites’ eyes, he remained God-like and even undefeatable.

Below, the nine headed lion and Xia Ling Mu were coughing up much blood. Their eyes were full of fear.

They never could’ve imagined that the fight ended in them being defeated!

Don’t forget, these were all top tier Heaven’s Favorites from Yunzhou and every single one of them was unbelievably strong. They started as six against one, yet one was killed by Ling Xian. Then, they fought as three against one. Yet the result was one dead and two injured!

How unbelievable was this?!

This was truly heaven defying!

The nine headed lion and Xia Ling Mu appeared bitter. The undefeatable mentality they had for so many years was slowly drifting away because of Ling Xian.

What could they do? Ling Xian was far too powerful. Against three powerhouses of the same level, he was still able to win after he was injured. How powerful was this?

This was more aggressive than him defeating two of himself in the Tower of the Seventh Soul!

“Impossible. I am the strongest descendant of the nine headed lion kind and I was named the most talented to be born in thousands of years. How can I lose to a human?

The nine headed lion howled. Its heads were ferocious looking and full of rage.

Xia Ling Mu looked like he was unwilling to admit his defeat. However, he was far more respectable. Defeated is just defeated, there’s not much to argue about that.

“Hmmph, I cannot believe that as the strongest descendant of the House of the Undead, I would be defeated from a man’s pure physical strength.” Sighing, Xia Ling Mu felt helpless.

After all, he knew so many more techniques that he wasn’t able to use. However, fighting with physical strength was still a method of fighting. If Ling Xian was able to borrow strength from the sword and defeat them, then he was deserving of victory.

True victory.

“Little lion, if you don’t want to accept it, then you can continue fighting me.” Ling Xian glared at the creature and his sword exuded power.

“You!”

The nine headed lion growled and howled, but did not make a move. Because it knew that it was greatly injured by Ling Xian and it was scared.

Thus, it didn’t dare to attack again, terrified that Ling Xian will kill it.

At this, Ling Xian hissed but did not make another move neither. It wasn’t that he had a soft heart, but because it was difficult for him to attack now.

The sword was far too heavy. To be able to use it until now was already a miracle. His arms were now dumb and his body banned him from acting recklessly again.

“This person is truly undefeatable amongst his generation in Yunzhou.”

Xue YuChan exclaimed. The way she looked at Ling Xian was complex. There was shock, unwillingness, respect, and lucky.

She felt lucky that she chose to retreat. Or else she would be in the same situation as the nine headed lion.

Imagining herself being knocked out by the heavy sword, Xue Yu Chan shuddered and shook her head to chase out this thought.

The mysterious being was feeling even more lucky. The way it looked at Sun Ze Hao was full of appreciation, making Sun Ze Hao scratch his own head and wonder if this being was an idiot.

But very quickly, he realized that these two beings were scared witless by Ling Xian.

“Hehe, my junior brother sure is strong. I don’t even need to act and he finished off everyone.” Sun Ze Hao smirked. He opened up his gourd to drink up his alcohol.

Contrary to what everyone’s saying, Ling Xian’s condition was unfavorable right now. It could be said that he was doing extremely bad. However, because the mysterious being and Xue Yu Chan were still present, he forced himself to not show his fatigue.

In reality, all of his organs were wounded and half of his bones were broken. Even his perfect golden Dan was cracked.

After all, his opponents were six Heaven’s Favorites. To even maintain a battle was extremely difficult, let alone killing two of them by himself.

For him to have done this, how could he not have been hurt.

Even before the battle, he was already wounded. Fighting against the six powerhouses after made the situation even worse. Right now, he was half a handicap. If he wasn’t trying so hard to scare off the other two, he would’ve collapsed a while ago.

“Cough…”

Blood rushed up his throat and Ling Xian’s face changed color. He quickly pushed it down to prevent himself from puking blood publicly.

“Aye, I am far too injured this time. Unless I have six months of rest, I will not be able to recover.” Ling Xian sighed, his spirits were dimming.

After all, he went against six Heaven’s Favorites of the same level. Not dying was already a miracle, let alone defeating four of them.

Thus, him being injured was reasonable. Nobody can be unharmed after fighting against six people of the same level.

“I see. So you are Ling Xian, the insane person who astounded Yunzhou several times.” Xue Yu Chan’s expression was complex, “I will remember you.”

“It is an honor of mine to be remembered by you.” Ling Xian’s expression was not kind.

Though the woman did end up retreating, in the beginning, she attacked him. Why would he talk to her happily?

At this, Xue Yu Chan stared at Ling Xian but didn’t say anything.

[I have to go. My body cannot hold on anymore.]

Feeling himself getting even weaker, Ling Xian pulled himself together and called out to the Winged Blitz to escape.

For one, his body couldn’t hold on much longer and he needed medical attention. For two, if he collapses, the standing Heaven’s Favorites will rip him to shreds.

Thus, he hurriedly headed to the exit of the grand palace.

The mysterious being thought about attacking. But when it remembered Ling Xian’s terror, it felt a wave of coldness and stopped itself.

“Whatever, that person is too scary. Even if we tie, he will probably self-destruct and drag me with him.” Sighing, the mysterious being shook its head and stopped thinking about attacking.

Just like that, Ling Xian left safely.

Different than inside the palace, the world outside was very lively. There were birds, flowers, water, and mountains. Everything was extremely scenic.

However, Ling Xian was in no mood to appreciate the view. He was too hurt and needed a place to rest.

Cough… cough…

Spitting out blood, Ling Xian’s face was white like a sheet of paper. Even his body was shivering.

“I am far too injured this time. I need to quickly find a quiet place to hide and heal. Or else this injury of mine will last me a lifetime.”

Sighing, Ling Xian pulled himself together again and flew towards the mountains.

After a while, he finally found a secluded cave. Then, he entered the Painting of the Nine Immortals.

The shocking and bloody battle had ended. It was time for him to recover and count the fruit of his journey.