[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-after-the-sky-fell":3,"chapter-after-the-sky-fell-after-the-sky-fell-chapter-146":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","After the Sky Fell",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2281002,4462,"Chapter 146","after-the-sky-fell-chapter-146",146,"\u003Cp>145. Chapter 145: Final Glimmer (Ally Bonus: Resurrect the Dead, Grant Eternal Life)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master of the Liu family knew very well that facing Zhao Ge meant certain death—even if Zhao Ge was injured and weakened. After all, he was over seventy, his lifespan nearly spent, his vital energy long drained. He had already gasped for breath after just a few punches exchanged with Zhao Ge, and with his arm shattered by a hidden weapon, his condition could not have been worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t now sacrifice his heart’s blood in one final desperate strike to take Zhao Ge down, his life would be utterly meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to drag me down with you?” Zhao Ge knew this old man was going all out, using his last heart’s blood to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the opponent was experienced: after his arm was hit by the firearm, he never gave Zhao Qian a second chance to use it, choosing instead close-quarters combat. If Zhao Qian fired again, Zhao Ge would be caught in the blast too—no escape possible. Thus, Zhao Qian had yet to find a suitable opening for a second shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the old master didn’t know what hidden weapon had such power, his defensive instincts were sharp—truly, age brings cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad that first shot didn’t kill him.” Zhao Ge had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure. He only needed to outlast this period, until the old man’s vital energy was exhausted, and then he would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for fleeing, that was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master had chosen to entangle him—he wouldn’t give Zhao Ge any chance to run. Every step Zhao Ge took back, the old man advanced one step forward. And with his heart’s blood activated, the old man’s mobility far surpassed Zhao Ge’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come then—past grudges and present enmities, let’s settle it all now!” Zhao Ge roared, summoning every drop of his vital energy, forcing his wounded body to swing a punch—instinctively unleashing the killing technique of the Shaking Mountain Fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fist aura condensed, force erupted—there was a fleeting sense of restored glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the old master saw through it: Zhao Ge was all show, no substance. He didn’t believe a man whose primordial spirit was wounded and who had taken a Crushing Heart Palm could retain even six tenths of his strength—even with potent medicine sustaining him. If he couldn’t defeat Zhao Ge with one final heart’s blood surge, then he had lived his life as a dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master’s voice was hoarse. His arm, swollen with vital energy, shot forward, fist clenched, exploding in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clashed fists. The result: Zhao Ge’s face turned deathly pale, his body staggered backward, retreating five or six steps before barely steadying himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the old master knew Zhao Qian’s hidden weapon was still lurking, waiting. He wouldn’t give her an opening. As Zhao Ge reeled back, he roared again and surged forward, giving Zhao Ge no chance to breathe—showing no mercy once he had the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warriors’ nature is this: once you gain advantage, you never retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by pressing one strike after another while the opponent is still off-balance can you finish them. Such an opportunity? No one would let it slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think you can overpower my fist? I’m not afraid of you!” Zhao Ge roared again, furious, raising his fist to meet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge’s Shaking Mountain Fist had always been the one to crush others—he never imagined one day he’d be the one crushed. This humiliation, after a lifetime of fist training, was unbearable. He would drain every last drop of his vital energy to reclaim his fist’s dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Zhao Ge unleashed another killing technique—fist aura spewed, vital energy surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhao Ge, you’re finished. I could kill you with one hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master’s killing intent surged. He was still at his peak; his heart’s blood had not yet faded. He saw Zhao Ge as nothing. He only wanted to kill him quickly, before delays brought misfortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fist energy erupted—this strike seemed evenly matched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge stepped forward again, leveraging his extra arm to gather fist aura first, launching another punch immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you even overpower me in this state?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master showed no fear—even without an arm. In his peak state, his adjustment was swift; even one-armed, he could still strike back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this punch didn’t meet Zhao Ge’s fist—it smashed into his right chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men landed a punch on each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge’s vital energy gave way first—he spat a mouthful of old blood, his old wounds exploded, and he reeled backward violently, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master wasn’t unscathed either—he took a killing blow, his vital energy churned, his whole body ached. But he ignored it. As his vital energy surged, the pain faded quickly. He had no intention of giving Zhao Ge another breath—he swung another punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What were a few injuries? He was already dying. Taking Zhao Ge with him was worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Zhao Ge died, the Zhao Family Martial Hall was finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the old master’s fighting style, Zhao Ge was both shocked and furious—it truly proved the saying: the stubborn fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who don’t care if they die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master was willing to sacrifice his life, trading wounds for wounds. Even in his aged, weakened state, the power he unleashed was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe I can’t outlast you until your vital energy fails!” Zhao Ge gritted his teeth, refusing to retreat, charging forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s see who breaks first,” the old master said, delighted. The two clashed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fist aura and gangqi sprayed everywhere—two warriors fought like men with nothing left to lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, the three district heads watched this scene and turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew who would win. The old master was too aged—his bones shriveled, his vital energy long depleted. But with his heart’s blood, he had regained his peak. He couldn’t be underestimated. Zhao Ge, meanwhile, was a famed Qi Refining expert of San Yang City. Though injured, his foundation was solid—he was just over fifty, still at his prime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were now enduring. Either could die at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No chance to fire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the rooftop nearby, Zhao Qian gripped her sniper rifle, already aimed at the old master. Her face was tense, sweat beading on her forehead. Her pale fingers never dared touch the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this sniper’s power was too terrifying. The last shot had only grazed the old master’s body and blown off half his arm. If she fired again, she’d almost certainly injure her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she wouldn’t be saving him—she’d be killing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the fight continued, Zhao Ge’s wounds worsened—blood gushed, his face turned ashen. Had he not drunk the Supreme Water and rested for days, he would have collapsed long before now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the old master wasn’t faring well either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His withered body was covered in wounds; his peak state was collapsing at an unimaginable speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too old, on the brink of death. That heart’s blood was a potent tonic, but its duration was far shorter than he’d expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, Zhao Ge, why won’t you die?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master was frantic. He hadn’t expected Zhao Ge to endure so long. If this continued, disaster would strike. He was furious—if he hadn’t lost his arm to the hidden weapon and his strength hadn’t plummeted, he wouldn’t have been dragged into this stalemate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge was equally bitter. Since his primordial spirit was wounded, he had endured countless humiliations and sufferings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A martial artist nearing eighty could now overpower him. Before his injury, such an old warrior as Liu Taigong would have been shattered by three punches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No more delays. Risk everything. Two strikes—decide life or death.” The old master felt his vital energy rapidly fading. His skin began to shrivel, his muscles atrophied, his gangqi no longer as potent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he continued like this, defeat was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let him take Zhao Ge with him before he died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master’s eyes bulged. He roared to the heavens, his white hair whipping wildly as every drop of his vital energy surged, converging into his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm’s tendons bulged, vital energy erupted, gangqi surged—this moment, he seemed fiercer than even his youthful peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No good! He’s draining his last vital energy—like a dying man’s final glow—he’s trying to drag me down!” Zhao Ge realized the old man’s intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this state, the old master could deliver at most two more punches—then he would die instantly, no chance of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Retreat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Zhao Ge was stubborn, he wasn’t foolish enough to fight a dead man. That would be pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Retreat now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master seized the moment perfectly. He had clearly planned this. His frail body pressed against Zhao Ge, leaving no escape. In the shortest possible time, he launched a punch—the most famed killing technique of the Liu family’s canal operations—intending to kill Zhao Ge and give his family one final glorious moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge’s pupils shrank sharply—he sensed the threat of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared, trying to throw another punch—but his head spun, weakness flooded his body, and the vital energy he had just gathered instantly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The injury to his primordial spirit erupted, robbing him of his composure at the critical moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything happened too fast—Zhao Qian couldn’t even risk firing her shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the very last instant, a tall, massive figure stepped out from behind Zhao Ge. As the figure appeared, a fist shot forward—passing through Zhao Ge’s body to intercept the old master’s dying technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous crash erupted as forces collided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fist aura shattered, energy raged—a terrifying divine power exploded at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This divine power was unstoppable. Even the old master’s final, peak-surpassing punch couldn’t withstand it. In a single glance, he was repelled—his fist, knuckles twisted into a knot, was crushed inward, bones shattered. The residual force didn’t fade—it tore straight through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master screamed. He watched his own arm shatter joint by joint, dissolving into a cloud of blood mist in an unimaginable instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t believe what he saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could his punch be blocked? Who was this man? What was his connection to Zhao Ge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the old master had no time to think further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely the escaping energy swept his withered body backward like a leaf caught in autumn wind—flailing midair, then slammed mercilessly to the ground, shattering tiles beneath him, as if merging with the soil, ground to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden turn stunned everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Liu family’s warriors and the three district heads all turned their eyes to the sudden intervenor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was tall, broad, and powerfully built, clad in a tight-fitting robe embroidered with a five-clawed black dragon. His face was strikingly handsome, his cold, murderous gaze strangely luminous—even under sunlight, it glowed faintly. Most importantly, his expression was utterly calm—as if defeating the old master with one punch was nothing unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely stood there, radiating a crushing, all-consuming aura that dwarfed every martial artist in the land—instilling dread in all who beheld him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this the senior brother of the Zhao Family Martial Hall—the one who, in a single day, seized two halls, first killing Golden Shear Jin Zhihuan, then slaying Crushing Heart Han Tianbao—Li Yi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was stunned—but they now knew his identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For no one in San Yang City had ever seen such a man.\u003C\u002Fp>",1923,"2026-06-20T01:26:56.586Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a31c59055c7daa9c53ac588f0f9819f5ff54dc1f5318044e2c0b52cb2e94e150","after-the-sky-fell-chapter-147","after-the-sky-fell-chapter-145",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-the-sky-fell-cover.jpg"]