Chapter 344: Slaughter (Bonus Chapter for Patron Huangshan111)

As the red-clad man from the Peng family unleashed his treasure and charged toward Ding Huan, dozens of figures surged forward after him.

At this moment, the airspace restriction had been lifted by Shangguan Yanzhong, and all these dozens of figures were Earth Immortals.

In contrast, Yi Canzhen, who had just crossed into the Immortal-Fanqiao realm, was filled with shock—he had intended to rush forward and crush Ding Huan, yet the aura of Ding Huan's Great Dao domain made him feel uneasy and fearful.

He felt as if the Great Dao resonance of his own Immortal-Fanqiao advancement had been granted by Ding Huan; this sensation was bizarre and absurd, yet it had taken root deep within his soul.

Ding Huan had already sensed Shangguan Yanzhong's domain; to be honest, he was somewhat disappointed.

Both were in the Immortal-Fanqiao realm, yet this man seemed slightly weaker than Lou Xihe.

The Wheel of Rebirth Spear was unleashed, and spear rays exploded across the void.

Simultaneously, Ding Huan's Star River domain surged forward without restraint, followed by a Sunset Kill that struck deep into the core of Shangguan Yanzhong's spiritual domain.

The Sunset Kill, a soul-attack technique, was meant to strike at the source of the opponent's domain—the origin of their mental consciousness.

For others, this was a mediocre technique.

If your mental power was weaker than theirs, you couldn't even penetrate their domain.

If your mental power was already stronger than theirs, it meant your strength already crushed them—why would you need such a technique?

Ding Huan was precisely an anomaly: his mental sea and mental power far surpassed his own realm.

When Shangguan Yanzhong saw his sword vortex effortlessly engulf Ding Huan, he felt no joy—instead, he swiftly retreated.

He had fought countless battles in his life, his combat experience unparalleled.

Even if Ding Huan were merely a True God, his domain would still face resistance when attempting to engulf him.

Yet now his sword vortex engulfed Ding Huan effortlessly—how was this possible?

If Ding Huan possessed only these few tricks, then he had come here to die.

Is Ding Huan a man who comes to die? If he were, the incident where hundreds of Earth Immortals from the Void Flying City chased Ding Huan and all vanished would never have occurred.

Indeed, the moment he retreated, he felt his spiritual domain struck by a mental vortex, and his domain began to collapse.

This was only the beginning; immediately after, Ding Huan's spear swept up the killing momentum of the entire space and rained down upon him.

That overwhelming domain was sheer crushing force.

Ding Huan saw dozens of Earth Immortals charging forward while the meeting host retreated—he despised the man inwardly, yet admired his combat instinct.

Without Shangguan Yanzhong's Immortal-Fanqiao domain, the combined efforts of the other dozens of Earth Immortal cultivators were vastly inferior to Ding Huan's domain.

These dozens of Earth Immortal cultivators had no unity—their domains no longer overlapped; each frantically unleashed treasures to attack Ding Huan, like scattered sand.

It appeared as if endless killing rays pummeled Ding Huan, engulfing him entirely, making escape impossible for anyone.

In truth, to Ding Huan, they posed less threat than Shangguan Yanzhong alone.

Ding Huan's Soul-Shattering technique surged further; the spear rays of the Wheel of Rebirth Spear pierced the soul with overwhelming killing momentum.

Boom—boom—boom!

The myriad spiritual attacks and Ding Huan's Soul-Shattering technique collided, causing primal energy to explode and the space to tremble repeatedly.

Despite this terrifying impact, not even Ding Huan's domain was torn open.

Yet Ding Huan's Wheel of Rebirth spear rays effortlessly sliced through the combined spiritual light of the dozens of Earth Immortals, transforming into countless death-marked killing talismans that engulfed them all.

Each spear ray seemed to precisely pierce one of their foreheads.

Puff—puff—puff!

This was the true essence of: "Wheel of Rebirth Spear unleashes a thousand rays; when it falls, ten thousand souls perish."

Blood mist exploded in the void, like blood lotuses blooming in midair—beautiful yet horrifying.

The red-clad man from the Peng family was struck first—his skull shattered by the spear rays.

No matter how many charged at Ding Huan, none could breach his domain by even an inch.

After the blooming blood flowers, countless figures tumbled down from the void.

This was only the beginning; Ding Huan raised his Wheel of Rebirth Spear once more.

Hundreds of True God, Human Immortal, and Earth Immortal cultivators preparing to charge had not even reached him when Ding Huan's spear momentum swept over them.

Several late-stage Earth Immortals, seeing the dozens who had rushed forward moments earlier get slaughtered before even releasing a single technique, dared not advance further.

They frantically tried to retreat, but Ding Huan's spear momentum had already locked them in place—now, they could barely even cry out for mercy.

They could only watch helplessly as endless spear rays pierced their foreheads, without even having time to unleash their treasures.

Ding Huan stood in midair, gripping the Wheel of Rebirth Spear, its tip untouched by a single drop of blood, like a god of slaughter descending.

Beneath his feet lay a sea of corpses.

When September 8 comes next year, my spear shall unleash and kill ten thousand souls!

This was the manifestation of the nine Soul-Shattering techniques; under the first spear of the nine, these cultivators below Earth Immortal realm had no chance to resist.

In a short time, Ding Huan had slain two to three hundred.

He killed them—and his spear momentum continued unceasingly; these cultivators could not even escape with their Primordial Spirits.

Had Shangguan Yanzhong not retreated quickly, he might not have died—but he would surely have been injured.

The cultivators who had come to watch Ding Huan be slaughtered by the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild now wore expressions of terror.

Some cultivators began to quietly retreat, wanting to leave Boundless City—but after taking a few steps, they remembered: Boundless City was trapped by Ding Huan's sealing array.

Some terrified cultivators began attacking the protective array, but the moment they struck, the endless blades of the sealing and killing array surged forth and swallowed them whole.

The plaza of a million people fell into silent stillness.

Is this cloth-clad youth truly in the Immortal-Fanqiao realm?

Many had witnessed Elder Ku's combat—he was the one who killed two Earth Immortals when this man's friend came to the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild.

Yet Elder Ku had never moved so effortlessly or casually as this man—just one technique, and two to three hundred Earth Immortals were slain.

If Elder Ku had been this powerful, how could any survivors have remained back then?

"What do you intend to do, sir?" Shangguan Yanzhong's voice trembled with unease.

He was certain he was no match for Ding Huan, and the newly elevated Yi Canzhen seemed somewhat reluctant to fight.

"You killed my friend, and now you ask me how?" Ding Huan sneered, yet made no move.

He was waiting for the Poison Dao's law to take effect; as long as the other side didn't strike, he had no interest in attacking first.

A figure rushed toward them from afar—a gray-robed elder, his face like a withered lotus, shriveled and aged.

"Elder Ku…" Shangguan Yanzhong quickly bowed his fist.

After Yi Canzhen ascended to Immortal-Bridge, the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild had three Immortal-Bridge cultivators; all three were here now.

"Did he kill them?" Elder Ku stared at the corpses littering the ground and drew a sharp breath.

Shangguan Yanzhong nodded solemnly, recalling Jin Lingzi's words.

When several Earth Immortals arrived at Boundless City and someone tore down the wanted poster outside it, Jin Lingzi had begged him not to kill those people.

They could be imprisoned, interrogated—but not killed.

When asked why, Jin Lingzi had said that after the Void Flying City auction, two hundred Earth Immortals had chased them down—and not one returned, including Peng Sa, who was also killed.

That wasn't the most terrifying part; the most terrifying was how deep this man's schemes ran—he seemed to foresee every step ahead.

He had already taken away the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild's belongings, leaving Peng Sa no chance to interfere.

Someone this powerful and this thorough was most terrifying. The Ten Thousand Worlds Guild had name, location, and identity; offending such a man meant endless repercussions.

Neither he nor Elder Ku had paid attention to Jin Lingzi's words; they believed Immortal-Bridge was the universe's peak, and the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild had two Immortal-Bridge cultivators.

Now no one could ascend to Immortal-Bridge—who dared challenge the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild? Just kill them.

"By the way, where's Jin Lingzi? Jin Lingzi…" Shangguan Yanzhong remembered Jin Lingzi.

"She left," said a dry-voiced Earth Immortal man.

He was Fu Ji Yuan Qi, both he and Jin Lingzi came from the Void Flying City.

When Jin Lingzi departed with the sect leaders, he had sneered inwardly.

They weren't even of the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild—they could leave. But you, a manager of the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild's Void Flying City, dare to leave too?

You know leaving here is easy—but once gone, you'll never again have a chance to enter the Ten Thousand Worlds Guild, and may even face severe punishment.

Now he understood how foresighted Jin Lingzi had been.

"We three Immortal-Bridge cultivators—do you think you have a chance to defeat us? I killed your friend, and you killed more of ours. Let's call this matter settled, shall we?" Elder Ku turned to Ding Huan, his tone calm.

Ding Huan's gaze settled on Elder Ku; the fish-head staff in his hand looked strangely ominous.

"Not at all..." Ding Huan said blandly.

His spiritual sense detected someone beginning to collapse from poison.

"Lord Shangguan, Lord Yi, let's attack together," Elder Ku said, his aura surging violently.

His fish-head staff came alive, its powerful domain layering outward like fish scales.

Shangguan Yanzhong, realizing there was no retreat, landed to Elder Ku's right, his domain adding to the layers, saying:

"Elder Ku, beware his spiritual sense technique—he can sever my domain with it."

"Don't worry—he can't penetrate my spiritual sense domain," Elder Ku sneered, his tone brimming with confidence.

He simply didn't believe three Immortal-Bridge cultivators couldn't defeat one Ding Huan.

As he spoke, he remembered Yi Canzhen hadn't arrived yet, and frowned: "Lord Yi, hurry over and hold the Kan position."

Then he noticed something wrong—Yi Canzhen's face was pale, as if terrified of Ding Huan.

"What's going on?" Shangguan Yanzhong also sensed something amiss.

From Ding Huan's earlier display of power, they still had some chance against him with all three. But if Yi Canzhen was absent, the outcome was truly uncertain.

Ding Huan said blandly: "Because I helped him ascend to Immortal-Bridge. While I cultivated, he merely sensed a few minor Dao principles beneath mine—do you think he'd dare show off before me?"