Chapter 355: 355. Chapter 352: The Fourth Shot

355. Chapter 352: The Fourth Shot

Ding Huan's plan was to let Mu Chengzi step forward once he could no longer open the formation gate.

Mu Chengzi was now under Cang Yongqian's control; he trusted Cang Yongqian would surely let Mu Chengzi enter.

What Ding Huan never expected was that when he raised his hand again to tear the protective formation, it tore apart effortlessly.

This doesn't make sense.

In his calculations, after he killed Mu Chengzi, this protective formation had been sealed tightly—he and Senior Ji Gu and the others couldn't break it open even with full force.

Now that he hadn't killed Mu Chengzi, the formation should still require Mu Chengzi to open it.

Mu Chengzi hadn't moved yet, yet he himself had torn open the formation.

That could only mean one thing: Mu Chengzi had already contacted Cang Yongqian, and Cang Yongqian knew Ding Huan hadn't uncovered Mu Chengzi's true allegiance.

His domain had been continuously, faintly extended; if Mu Chengzi had sent even a whisper of information out, he would have sensed it.

Yet now, he sensed no outbound message from Mu Chengzi, yet Cang Yongqian knew Mu Chengzi had arrived here—this was deeply strange.

The moment Ding Huan broke the seal, he began laying out void array patterns.

Senior Ji Gu, Cang Yongqian, Jia Baihe, Qi Qi Yonghan, Senior Ji Gu, and Mu Chengzi all stood beside Ding Huan.

Cang Yongqian burst out immediately, accompanied by at least sixty other Earth Immortal Peak cultivators.

Cang Yongqian stared coldly at Ding Huan:

"Last time I let you go. You dare come back to my Immortal-Common Valley? You have no sense of your own mortality."

"You changed your name…" Ding Huan had barely finished speaking when terrifying waves of death energy surged toward them—the space around them seemed to thicken into sludge.

At the same moment, a terrifying gray ray shot toward Ding Huan's lower back.

Senior Ji Gu's face turned pale—she and Ding Huan had agreed that the moment Cang Yongqian spoke, she would strike Mu Chengzi immediately.

Now Cang Yongqian had spoken, yet the space had turned viscous.

In this thickened space, she couldn't move at all, and she watched helplessly as Mu Chengzi struck Ding Huan without any hindrance.

This kind of attack could not possibly belong to Cang Yongqian—she had spent so long at the bottom of this valley and never knew he possessed such a technique.

If Ding Huan died, none of them would escape alive today.

In this simulated Immortal-Fanqiao realm, only under Ding Huan's domain could they unleash their full power.

Once they lost Ding Huan's domain, under Cang Yongqian's simulated Immortal-Fanqiao space, they were nothing but meat on his chopping block.

Cang Yongqian sneered and summoned his imitation Immortal Pestle.

Not only that—seven or eight cultivators simultaneously attacked Ding Huan.

As for Senior Ji Gu and the others, no one paid them any attention.

Cang Yongqian knew that to control this group, he had to eliminate the mysterious Ding Huan first.

Ding Huan's domain was peculiar: as long as it extended, those within it were unaffected by his simulated Immortal-Fanqiao space.

He also understood that to kill Ding Huan, he had to plant a spy right beside him.

With Ding Huan's Dao domain, unless someone ambushed him, it was nearly impossible to kill him.

Ding Huan hadn't expected Senior Ji Gu to fail—he and Senior Ji Gu had agreed that the moment Cang Yongqian spoke, she would ambush Mu Chengzi.

"That's Soul-Devouring Ray…" Senior Ji Gu could only cry out in panic, frantically burning her essence blood to break free from this dreadful sludge domain.

Although Ding Huan hadn't anticipated Senior Ji Gu's failure, his habit was never to put all his eggs in one basket.

Before Mu Chengzi moved, he had already constructed a Zhou Tian using Great Universe Art.

As soon as he sensed the danger, his Great Universe Art Zhou Tian activated.

Ding Huan immediately sensed the Dao principles of the sludge space; his Great Universe Art Zhou Tian had already transmitted those principles into his Star River.

This was clearly not the rule-energy of the Third Heaven Starland—it surpassed the Dao principles of the Third Heaven Starland.

Ding Huan's heart sank. Even the most thorough planning had blind spots.

He hadn't anticipated that Cang Yongqian could wield a higher-tier Dao domain against him—making not only his own movements difficult, but Senior Ji Gu's and the others' as well.

Mu Chengzi's ambush was already upon him; only with the aid of the Great Universe Art Zhou Tian could Ding Huan twist aside—but there wasn't enough time.

"Puff!" The gray ray pierced through Ding Huan's waist; an extreme sense of weakness surged through him.

Ding Huan cultivated Great Universe Art—he could even be said to have no Primordial Spirit.

Soul-Devouring Ray, though terrifying, was misapplied against Ding Huan.

Ding Huan's domain extended again; his Great Universe Art Zhou Tian had already begun healing him.

In their panic, Senior Ji Gu and the others suddenly realized the sludge-like space had instantly become vast and open—they regained their freedom.

They immediately understood this was due to Ding Huan's domain; all six struck at once.

With the aid of the Great Universe Art Zhou Tian, Ding Huan's consciousness merged the sludge space's Dao principles into his Great Universe Star River.

Once he possessed these Dao principles, the sludge space could no longer affect his domain.

Cang Yongqian and the others didn't know Ding Huan's group had already broken free—they intended to kill Ding Huan first.

Ding Huan opened his palm; the Dusk Drum appeared in the void. Simultaneously, three divine thoughts struck the Dusk Drum.

Dong Dong Dong!

The drumbeat exploded.

The space tore open like cloth; every cultivator rushing into Ding Huan's domain felt their soul and consciousness struck by a giant cone.

Waves of killing intent crashed into the depths of their consciousness; under Ding Huan's Dao divine thought, the drumbeats that penetrated their minds transformed into solid spear-like beams.

Their Primordial Spirits hidden in the Purple Palace trembled with inexplicable dread—as if the spear-beams would shred them any moment.

In their perception, it was: "A thousand drumbeats shatter souls, ten thousand spear-beams claim Primordial Spirits."

Except for Cang Yongqian, nearly every cultivator who attacked Ding Huan spat blood, their bodies instantly withering.

The cultivation techniques they unleashed dissolved into nothing.

Unfortunately, Ding Huan was badly wounded, and his Evening Drum had not unleashed true martial momentum.

Moreover, too many attackers had struck Ding Huan at once, diluting the impact of his Evening Drum.

Ding Huan's face was pale; Mu Chengzi's Soul-Devouring Thorns had still inflicted severe injuries upon him.

He was certain Wu Zhanxia would not let his wounds heal.

Just now, Wu Zhanxia had not spat blood; the effect on him had merely been a slight slowing of his attack speed.

Ding Huan only hoped his companions would not let him down, for Mu Chengzi was still behind him, out of his reach.

As soon as the Wheel of Rebirth Spear was summoned, Wu Zhanxia's Imitation Immortal Mallet shattered Ding Huan's domain, leaving him powerless to strike the Evening Drum again.

After summoning the Wheel of Rebirth Spear, he found himself unable to unleash the First Spear of the Nine: Soul-Shattering.

As Wu Zhanxia's Imitation Immortal Mallet neared his throat, Ding Huan spat a streak of essence blood, and the Wheel of Rebirth Spear in his hand suddenly erupted with a spear radiance.

In his domain, he sensed a brand-new attack Dao rhythm—he remained under this Death Dao rhythm.

No one could save him now; he could only rely on himself.

Ding Huan strained to twist his head aside; the Imitation Immortal Mallet pierced through his clavicle, exploding into a mist of blood.

At the same moment, Ding Huan's spear radiance reached Wu Zhanxia's third eye, and he touched that Death attack Dao principle.

Wu Zhanxia sneered—he was willing to endure injury as long as he killed Ding Huan.

Ding Huan was so gravely wounded, yet that drumbeat had still been terrifyingly potent; had he not been injured, today Ding Huan might not have been defeated by sheer numbers alone.

Though his Imitation Immortal Mallet had not shattered Ding Huan's throat, piercing his clavicle was still a success.

Only he knew that his Imitation Immortal Mallet's attack concealed a hidden Divine Dao principle.

Within Ding Huan's clavicle, the Imitation Immortal Mallet would explode with martial Dao rhythm, instantly tearing Ding Huan into fragments.

The hidden martial Dao rhythm of the Imitation Immortal Mallet had not yet exploded, yet Ding Huan's Wheel of Rebirth Spear had already pierced Wu Zhanxia's frontal bone.

Wu Zhanxia had also avoided the third eye.

Unlike Wu Zhanxia, who needed half a breath to trigger the explosive martial Dao rhythm in his Imitation Immortal Mallet, Ding Huan's Wheel of Rebirth Spear erupted the moment it pierced Wu Zhanxia's frontal bone, unleashing violent spear radiance in all directions.

Like a firework exploding within Wu Zhanxia's frontal bone, his entire head was engulfed in this deathfire.

At this moment, the explosive martial Dao rhythm on Wu Zhanxia's Imitation Immortal Mallet had just been activated.

Boom!

Blood blossomed in the air; Wu Zhanxia could not believe it himself.

This was a Dao principle of attack he had obtained from that Immortal Artifact; he had secluded himself for centuries just to barely master it.

How could his Dao principle not yet shattered Ding Huan, while his own head exploded first? And with the same attack Dao principle?

Wu Zhanxia frantically tried to activate the martial Dao rhythm on his Imitation Immortal Mallet to make it explode, but alas, after Ding Huan's spear had shattered his mental sea, he could no longer control that martial Dao rhythm on the mallet.

Puff!

Ding Huan spat a jet of black blood; he saw Cen Huan alone slaying two Earth Immortal cultivators whose mental seas had been wounded by his Evening Drum.

Senior Ji Gu's Qiankun Twin Hairpins struck Mu Chengzi's temples perfectly.

Mu Chengzi stared wide-eyed at Senior Ji Gu, unable to comprehend how she could move within the Immortal Artifact's spatial confinement.

As Qi Qi Yonghan and Cang Yongqian simultaneously killed several other Earth Immortal cultivators severely wounded by Ding Huan's Evening Drum, Jia Baihe released wave after wave of Poison Dao principles.

"How do you know this Divine Art?" Wu Zhanxia's wounded Primordial Spirit oozed out, still disbelieving.

"This spear is called Ten Thousand Stars," Ding Huan retracted the Wheel of Rebirth Spear and spat another mouthful of blood.

Gathered, it becomes one spear radiance; scattered, it becomes ten thousand stars.

To describe this spear, nothing could be more fitting.

It was his Ninth Dao's Fourth Spear.

"Spare me once—I'm willing to cooperate with you, to give you everything…"

Wu Zhanxia's Primordial Spirit cried urgently; he now understood that what mattered was not why Ding Huan knew this technique, but his own life.

Ding Huan swept his hand, and Grand Void Flame surged forward, engulfing Wu Zhanxia's Primordial Spirit.

In just a few breaths, a round pearl fell, which Ding Huan collected.

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