Chapter 271: 271. Chapter 268: She Thought, After All, Was Only What She Thought

271. Chapter 268: She Thought, After All, Was Only What She Thought

"Have you no shame? We were the ones who discovered this spiritual vein first. We had already taken the spiritual vein away, and you came to rob us of our spiritual vein, and now you actually bite the hand that feeds you."

Mo Zheng flew into a rage, his tone no longer polite.

"Indeed shameless. When bandits waylay and rob, they at least know to say first, 'This road was opened by me.'

Can't you even be bothered to find an excuse? What puzzles me is how in this world there can still be rotten sorts like you?"

Ding Huan stared speechlessly at these fellows. This woman looked every inch a lady, yet the things she did were utterly disgusting.

Fan Lecang shouted sharply:

"Senior Brother Gu, what's there to talk to him about? Just kill him and be done with it."

Ding Huan spread his hand, and the Parting Spear materialized in his grip out of thin air. Then with a twist, the spear tip pointed at the three of them:

"You three—do you come at me all at once, or one by one?"

"Seeking death!" Ding Huan's words thoroughly enraged Immortal Luo Jian.

From the moment she could remember, no one had ever dared insult her like this. No matter where she went, those who saw her either showered her with flowers and praise, or were reverent and humble.

Even her elders were extremely polite when they saw her, yet Ding Huan had nearly pointed at her nose and insulted her.

A long saber was summoned by Luo Jian, rolling up a curtain of saber light.

"Junior Sister Luo Jian, for a madman like this, let me teach him a lesson."

Gu Lianghui saw that Immortal Luo Jian was about to act personally and hurried forward to say.

"Step aside. If I don't kill this man today, my Dao heart will be damaged." Immortal Luo Jian's saber curtain had already thundered toward Ding Huan.

Gu Lianghui could only step back.

They could shamelessly snatch other people's things, but when it came to fighting peers, they almost never joined forces.

Unless others first ganged up on them, or the opponent's cultivation was stronger than theirs.

The reputation of the Ten Great True Gods of the Ascension Realm made them ashamed to join forces against cultivators of the same level.

They could shamelessly claim someone else's spiritual vein was theirs, but they were unwilling to be accused of ganging up against a peer.

In their eyes, Ding Huan absolutely could not be a Human Immortal. Since he wasn't a Human Immortal, then he was a peer.

If Ding Huan knew these fellows refused to gang up on him because of this kind of thinking, he could only say speechlessly, this kind of dog logic—I bow to it.

Ding Huan summoned the Parting Spear, and with a raise of his hand unleashed the Annihilation Spear from the Nine Dao, his divine sense following up with a Yellow Flower Kill divine ability.

The Parting Spear rolled up a world of annihilation and slaughter, wave after wave of death and extinction aura lifted by Ding Huan's long spear.

Even the watching Gu Lianghui and Fan Lecang felt a chill rise through their entire bodies, instinctively wanting to retreat.

Immortal Luo Jian, bearing the brunt of it, felt her scalp go numb. If she were caught in this terrifying slaughter aura, her divine soul and physical body would absolutely both vanish into smoke.

Immortal Luo Jian suspected whether Ding Huan was actually a Human Immortal. How could such a slaughter divine ability possibly be unleashed by an ordinary True God realm cultivator?

Her true essence poured frantically into her saber momentum. This first saber momentum of hers was only to establish the advantage of her divine ability; the saber river that followed was her true killing move.

As a powerhouse of the saber Dao, what she despised most was the sort who went all-out with killing moves the moment they engaged. In Immortal Luo Jian's eyes, such people simply didn't deserve to wield a saber.

A true saber expert doesn't rush to kill and claim merit the moment they engage, but rather establishes their own saber momentum.

Once the saber momentum is up, within the domain of her own saber momentum, no matter how the opponent jumps around, they're just grasshoppers after autumn, to be toyed with at her pleasure.

The world of slaughter rolled up by Ding Huan's spear was brutally savage, and the slaughter world it raised even made her scalp go numb, yet in her eyes he was just a brute.

Encountering a hothead like Ding Huan who went straight for an absolute kill the moment he engaged, the first clash of divine abilities was her hardest moment—she had to block this terrifying slaughter divine ability.

No matter how powerful an attacking divine ability, once she blocked it and it fell within her saber momentum, from then on it could only be at her mercy.

Immortal Luo Jian had long calculated: once her saber curtain slammed into the opponent's slaughter spear domain, that would be the moment her next wave of divine ability erupted.

Boom!

The saber curtain and the annihilation slaughter world slammed into each other, and the true essence Immortal Luo Jian had been pouring in suddenly collapsed.

Within the domain of her slaughter divine ability, a vortex of killing momentum appeared, and this vortex directly disintegrated the gathering momentum of her killing divine ability, Saber River.

But at this moment, Ding Huan's Parting Spear, before Immortal Luo Jian's saber momentum could even be established, had already torn through her saber curtain.

Spear light filled the sky, rolling up a violent slaughter world that thundered down on Immortal Luo Jian from every direction. Immortal Luo Jian's face went pale; the shadow of death shrouded every ounce of her vitality.

She finally understood that what she thought, after all, was only what she thought.

Her essence blood was frantically burned at this moment, and a golden shield was hastily summoned.

Crack!

The golden shield was blasted away as if it were made of paper.

Under the slaughter world of Ding Huan's spear, everything was nothingness.

One spear rolled up a world; where the spear passed, all dust was annihilated.

Immortal Luo Jian's clothing was torn to shreds, her fair skin spattered with bright red blossoms of blood, and the proud swell of her chest trembled amid the flying blood.

Immortal Luo Jian was utterly without anger or shame now, only terror.

An arm was twisted off, and the long saber in her hand flew off along with the arm, falling far away.

Immortal Luo Jian's late True God true essence finally gathered once more, madly coiling around Ding Huan's Parting Spear.

The Parting Spear paused, and Luo Jian gained a fleeting instant, enough to summon another bronze cymbal.

Boom! The bronze cymbal finally blocked Ding Huan's spear divine ability. Luo Jian retreated desperately, collapsing behind a massive boulder in the distance.

The boulder blocked her body, whose clothing and skin had long been torn.

She stared blankly at Ding Huan, who held the Parting Spear in his hand; her fighting will vanished without a trace in that instant.

It was certain—if not for the bronze cymbal she had obtained in the Opening Heaven battlefield, she would probably have been killed by now.

Ding Huan glanced at her, gave a casual sweep of his hand, and the bronze cymbal was taken by him. This was no ordinary item. When his Parting Spear struck this bronze cymbal, it was as if mud had entered the sea—more than half his true essence scattered.

Gu Lianghui and Fan Lecang stared blankly at everything before them.

The gap between Ding Huan and Luo Jian engaging and the present was too short. By the time the two of them wanted to step in and help, Immortal Luo Jian had nearly been killed.

Or, if Luo Huan hadn't timely summoned a bronze cymbal, she would already be dead.

Is this young man a Human Immortal powerhouse? Otherwise, he couldn't be this terrifying.

Ding Huan gripped the Parting Spear and walked toward Gu Lianghui:

"What's your name?"

Although he had already stated his name moments ago, Gu Lianghui still suppressed his inner unease:

"Tiandao Sect, Gu Lianghui."

"Oh, Gu Lianghui—you were just about to teach me, this arrogant fool, a lesson, but someone beat you to it. Now you can step forward and teach me."

Ding Huan slammed the Parting Spear into the ground; the clear chime of its butt striking the earth made Gu Lianghui's spirit tremble.

A nameless fear surged into his heart.

Just now, Ding Huan used only one divine technique and nearly killed Immortal Luo Huan—could he really be stronger than Luo Huan? How many divine techniques could he withstand?

Besides, he isn't stronger than Luo Huan.

The sound of Ding Huan's Parting Spear striking the ground jolted Luo Huan, whose spirit had yet to settle.

She quickly reattached her own arm, then changed into a new set of clothes at top speed, sitting pale-faced beside a rock, gasping for breath.

After fighting Ding Huan, she was certain he was not a Human Immortal powerhouse.

A Human Immortal's true energy doesn't resemble Ding Huan's—she even suspected he hadn't yet entered the True Spirit-Union Dao realm.

The True Spirit-Union Dao realm is divided into three stages: True God, Human Immortal, and Earth Immortal.

If Ding Huan is merely at the True God stage, that's simply too terrifying.

At any other time, if someone tore even a tiny hole in her clothing, she would make him wish he were dead; if he belonged to a sect, she would make his entire sect pay a heavy price.

Just now, Ding Huan nearly tore off all her clothes—not only exposing her upper body to him, but also severing one of her arms—and yet she felt not a trace of anger.

Because Ding Huan was simply too terrifying.

Gu Lianghui shuddered and quickly bowed with clasped fists:

"Elder, I was overconfident just now. Please forgive this junior's transgression."

Losing face doesn't matter—as long as he doesn't lose his life.

At this moment, he dared not even mention he was from the Tiandao Sect to threaten Ding Huan; he feared that if Ding Huan wasn't intimidated, he'd simply kill him.

Is Ding Huan the type to be threatened? He didn't look like it at all.

"Oh, so that top-grade spirit vein isn't yours anymore?" Ding Huan murmured, but didn't press further.

"It's not mine—I was gripped by greed," Gu Lianghui quickly bowed again.

Ding Huan remained silent.

Gu Lianghui immediately understood and swiftly pulled out a ring:

"Inside are two high-grade spirit veins…"

"Wait… do you have a Starlight Spirit Vein?" Ding Huan cut him off.

He had been training nonstop and had no time to search for Starlight Spirit Veins—these fellows wandered the Opening Heaven Battlefield daily.

Since he hadn't entered the Fourth Sea Pass, he must be carrying plenty of valuable items.

Soul weapons here have little lethal effect against True Gods; only the Fourth Sea Pass is the graveyard of the powerful.

"Yes, yes—I was lucky enough to obtain one Starlight Spirit Vein. There's also an iron drum—I and my companions couldn't carry it away, so it's still where it was."

Gu Lianghui quickly pulled out another ring and handed it to Ding Huan.

As for the iron drum, he knew even if he didn't mention it, Ding Huan would ask—so he spoke up first.

What relieved him was that after taking the Starlight Spirit Vein, Ding Huan didn't demand his high-grade spirit veins.

"Elder, I also obtained a Starlight Spirit Vein."

Fan Le Cang knew exactly what to do—he swiftly produced a Starlight Spirit Vein, hoping this elder wouldn't bother him.

Ding Huan put away the Starlight Spirit Vein and turned his gaze to Luo Huan, who had changed clothes and looked pale.

Immortal Luo Huan quickly pulled out a ring and handed it to Ding Huan:

"Elder, this junior obtained one high-grade Starlight Spirit Vein."

She was truly terrified—she had always been pampered by everyone, always the center of attention.

But today, she clearly understood: had she not summoned that bronze cymbal to block Ding Huan's spear, she would be dead.

Ding Huan took the ring without the slightest courtesy and said coolly:

"Be decent. Get lost."

"Yes." The three dared not utter another word—they quickly retreated and vanished in an instant.