Chapter 785 - 774: Three-Meter-Tall Dong Zhuo

It was clearly just a swing of the sword.

Yet it seemed like a stab through a river of swords.

Where the sword river surged past, all enemies were utterly pulverized into nothing.

This sword river seemed capable of burying everything, every path, every technique!

No matter what saber light or sword qi was generated from any skill or law, faced with this sword river, it was as if meeting its nemesis; it vanishes in an instant, with no resistance.

"No!"

"He’s a new ghost!"

"How is that possible?!"

"Ah~~ No! I don’t want to die!"

...

Amid screams, roars, and furious shouts.

Song Xian, Wei Xu, Guo Si, and others were once again annihilated.

Along with the hundreds of troops and horses they led, they were all eradicated within this torrent-like sword river.

"Breaking Technique Sword. As expected, it can shatter ten thousand paths and ten thousand techniques."

Ding Ling was quite satisfied.

Can the Breaking Technique Sword shatter immortal skills and techniques?

He was unsure.

But to break the skills and laws from the historical plane, there was no problem.

Rustle!

The Sword Realm spread like the wind, covering Wei Xu and the others’ stream of consciousness, beginning to peel away their memories.

[Tornado Arrow Skill Lower Volume Full Level]

This was obtained from the secret manual of the divine archer Cao Xing.

Years ago, Ding Ling acquired the upper volume of the Tornado Arrow Skill but regrettably did not get the lower volume.

Unexpectedly, time passed and things changed, and he found it here.

This was beyond Ding Ling’s expectations.

[Mountain Opening Saber Technique Full Level]

[Infinite Spear Technique Full Level]

...

In one go, he acquired dozens of secret skills.

Ding Ling chose to integrate them into the Martial Dao True Understanding.

These skills were quite impressive.

Extracting their essence could enhance the power of Ding Ling’s skills, like the Tornado Arrow Skill, now with the lower volume, refined into the aspect of ’archery skill’ related to the Martial Dao True Understanding, Ding Ling’s skill level in archery would definitely improve.

Tap Tap!

Ding Ling walked into this camp.

Next.

He encountered familiar faces like Li Jue.

He chose to kill them all.

Finally.

In the central tent, Ding Ling saw Dong Zhuo, sitting in the top seat with a face full of shock and confusion.

"You, you, you..."

Dong Zhuo pointed at Ding Ling, almost unable to believe his own eyes:

"You have no ghost qi on you, and you’re so short, clearly a new ghost! How can you kill Li Jue and the others as easily as slaughtering chickens?! How did you do it?!"

Dong Zhuo was nearly scared to death!

He stood over three meters tall, his physique massive like a small mountain.

He was indisputably the strongest king in the Western Camp!

He alone monopolized sixty percent of the resources in the west!

In this western region, his words carried absolute authority, no one dared to defy him.

He was quite satisfied with this life, even making agreements with people like Yuan Shao, if Ding Ling were to die, they’d join forces to lock down the resources of the Netherworld, blocking Ding Ling!

They would not rest until Ding Ling was dead!

However, Dong Zhuo never imagined that Ding Ling would arrive in the Netherworld a few years later, and with his frail ’body’, reverse ascension, forcefully punching through Dong Zhuo’s camp!

"How is this possible?!"

"This defies logic!"

Dong Zhuo, disbelieving and angry, leapt down from the top seat, smashing his fist heavily towards Ding Ling’s face:

"I am the strongest here! In life, my strength was inferior to yours and got killed by you, but in the Netherworld, despite arduously cultivating secret techniques, I still refuse to believe I cannot kill you, a new ghost!"

Boom!

His fist, like a mountain, seemed capable of collapsing a palace!

Yet Ding Ling merely extended one finger, casually blocking the punch, leaving Dong Zhuo unable to advance, no matter how much strength he exerted!

He stared wide-eyed, his heart shaking with fear, realizing Ding Ling’s strength far exceeded his imagination!

Although he still couldn’t comprehend why Ding Ling was so strong, it didn’t stop him from fleeing!

Swoosh!

Dong Zhuo turned around, stomped heavily on the ground with his feet, and crashed through the tent, racing eastward like a tornado.

Running away at the inability to win was deeply ingrained in Dong Zhuo’s soul.

Especially since he had already died once, he was extremely terrified of death. Initially, upon seeing Ding Ling as a new ghost and much shorter, he wanted to try and see if he could kill Ding Ling, but things didn’t go as he hoped.

Even though Ding Ling was a new ghost, he could crush him.

"Heaven is truly biased!"

Dong Zhuo’s heart was filled with resentment! Unwillingness! Frustration!

He had clearly worked so hard!

Yet he couldn’t even withstand a ’finger’ from such a genius undead as Ding Ling?!

Heaven was blatantly giving Ding Ling an advantage!

Too outrageous!

Swoosh!

Ding Ling’s figure flashed slightly in place, shrinking inches, instantly appearing in front of Dong Zhuo, pointing a finger towards Dong Zhuo’s abdomen, boom!

Dong Zhuo felt like he was struck by lightning, like a meteor crashing into him, sent flying hundreds of feet, heavily landing on the ground, and rolling dozens of times before finally stopping.

Ugh!

He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, couldn’t help but retch twice, but vomited streams of soul qi, which was the essence of his soul; losing too much might cause the soul to crumble.

His complexion changed drastically, panic-stricken.

He wanted to run, but upon looking up, he saw Ding Ling stepping on the void, looking down at him:

"Are you sure you still want to run?"

Ding Ling’s voice was light, very soft.

But falling on Dong Zhuo’s ears, it resonated like a drum, causing his soul to tremble slightly.

Dong Zhuo was exceedingly terrified.

Facing the domineering and immeasurably powerful Ding Ling, half of his mind wanted to lie down in defeat like a salted fish, yet the other half desperately wanted to survive. Therefore, his expression was very conflicted, distorted for quite a while before he sighed dejectedly:

"Big brother, what would it take for you not to kill me?"

Ding Ling ignored his question, instead asking:

"On my way here, I noticed this Netherworld is vast yet sparsely populated, and it seems there are only undead from our era. I haven’t even seen Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu who founded the Eastern Han; it’s quite strange. You’ve been here for some years. Do you know why?"

Not even seeing the luck-ridden son of the plane, Liu Xiu.

Others, not to mention.

"I don’t know."

Dong Zhuo was very nervous:

"But I know five years ago, I still saw the Spirit Emperor Liu Hong. Later, for some unknown reason, they suddenly vanished overnight."

"Vanished suddenly?"

"Yes."

Dong Zhuo said:

"I heard reports from my subordinates that one moment they could still see people moving around inside the camp controlled by Spirit Emperor Liu Hong, the next moment, suddenly everyone disappeared completely."

"Sounds very eerie."

"Exactly."

Dong Zhuo deeply agreed:

"I’m actually also quite afraid that one day I might suddenly vanish like Liu Hong, without a trace, nowhere to be found."

"Then do you know where your cultivation techniques are derived from?"

Ding Ling could kill Dong Zhuo, peeling away his stream of consciousness.

But he could only peel two to three parts, not the entirety. Walking along the way, he had peeled quite a few people’s soul streams of consciousness but still hadn’t found the answers he sought.

Hence, he wasn’t in a rush to kill Dong Zhuo, wanting to find out the truth.

"I don’t know. I just knew it upon entering the Netherworld."

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Next.

Ding Ling and Dong Zhuo, in a question-and-answer exchange, allowed Ding Ling to understand most of the secrets of the Netherworld.