Chapter 489

488. Chapter 483: I Shouldn't Have Provoked You

Crack! Puff!

Bones shattered and blood mist sprayed simultaneously; having landed the ambush, Brother Xingpan would not let the Emperor Sun Wukong escape—he swung his Xing Tian Hammer, smashing it toward Sun Wukong's skull.

"You're Brother Xingpan…"

No sooner had Emperor Sun Wukong spoken these two words than a mottled Dao rhythm surged into his Purple Mansion, merging instantly with his own Dao rhythm.

This mottled Dao rhythm was what Sun Wukong had originally devised to ambush Brother Xingpan—now it had been slammed into his own body, turning his face pale.

Escape quickly…

Emperor Sun Wukong dared not counterattack; he burned both his essence and lifespan, his body dissolving into a faint, almost imperceptible shadow as he tried to vanish.

Boom! A muffled thud—he fled so fast, yet still the shadow of Brother Xingpan's Xing Tian Hammer swept over him, shattering his internal organs and spewing another blood arrow.

But that single hammer blow also accelerated Sun Wukong's speed,

yet before he could escape the ground, he was blocked by a faint aura of slaughter.

Is this a Void Array Pattern, a trapped-kill Immortal Array?

Emperor Sun Wukong frantically reached out with his hand; even now, after being ambushed and grievously wounded by Brother Xingpan, this Level Six Void Array Pattern should not have held him for half a breath.

But after he raised his hand, his face grew even paler—his Dao had been mottled, and this strike drew less than a third of his true power.

His own strength had already been drastically weakened by Brother Xingpan's ambush.

Crack! Two breaths later, Emperor Sun Wukong finally tore through Ding Huan's trapped-kill array pattern—yet Brother Xingpan's Xing Tian Hammer struck again.

Emperor Sun Wukong frantically channeled his Immortal Qi, extending his domain in a desperate attempt to block Brother Xingpan's hammer.

At this moment, Emperor Sun Wukong understood better than anyone: he could not keep fleeing—if he did, death was the only path left.

He had to block Brother Xingpan's attack, then find an opening to escape.

Unfortunately, his base strength was already weaker than Brother Xingpan's, and after being repeatedly ambushed, then blocked by Ding Huan's Void Trapped-Kill Array, then tricked by Ding Huan's mottled Dao rhythm…

No matter how strong Emperor Sun Wukong was, he was beyond saving.

Streams of blood arrows spewed forth; Emperor Sun Wukong tumbled from the Void, his entire body reduced to mist by Brother Xingpan's hammer blow.

Ding Huan gripped the Wheel of Reincarnation Spear, staring at the slain Emperor Sun Wukong: "Looks like I didn't even need to draw my spear."

"You've already done all this—do you really expect me to finish it off? Wouldn't that make me useless?" Brother Xingpan was in high spirits.

Emperor Sun Wukong's Primordial Spirit oozed out, glaring at Ding Huan with bloodshot eyes: "Ding Huan, I've done nothing to you—why did you scheme against me like this?"

Ding Huan calmly waved the Nirvana Ring on his finger: "Sun Wukong, where's your face? Didn't you give me the Nirvana Ring precisely so I'd become its Ring Spirit?"

"You actually assimilated the Nirvana Ring?" Emperor Sun Wukong stared in disbelief at the Nirvana Ring in Ding Huan's hand.

He never imagined Ding Huan could assimilate the Nirvana Ring without becoming its Ring Spirit—what technique was this?

"Sun Wukong, you once ambushed me and made me wish for death—did you ever imagine this day?" Brother Xingpan's Immortal Emperor domain fully locked onto Emperor Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong sighed: "Victory and defeat—such is the way… Ding Huan, I truly admire you. Can you spare me? Name your condition—I'll even dare help you become the Heavenly Emperor."

Ding Huan chuckled: "Help you? I'd never sleep at night. Brother Brother Xingpan—kill him."

Brother Xingpan swung his iron hammer toward Emperor Sun Wukong's Primordial Spirit; Sun Wukong desperately tried to flee, but was locked in place by Brother Xingpan's domain, utterly immobile.

Emperor Sun Wukong's Primordial Spirit stared despairingly at Ding Huan: "Brother Xingpan couldn't defeat me—I shouldn't have provoked you."

Years ago, in the Immortal Court's Treasure Hall, Ding Huan forced Bu Yue to apologize and pay Immortal Crystals, and pulled Lu Chong Dao out of a death sentence.

Such a man—no matter his cultivation level—should never be viewed merely as a tool to be used.

The Xing Tian Hammer struck the Primordial Spirit, reducing Emperor Sun Wukong's Primordial Spirit to fragments; a round bead fell to the ground.

Ding Huan chuckled, sending out a streak of flame.

A piercing cry echoed through the space: "Ding Huan, must you slaughter me utterly?"

His final words—"I shouldn't have provoked you"—were spoken not only in genuine regret, but also to lull Ding Huan into complacency; he never expected Ding Huan to detect his presence.

Brother Xingpan was startled: "This guy isn't dead?"

His Primordial Spirit had been shattered to fragments—essentially annihilated, destined only for reincarnation—yet he still lived? This was absurd.

Ding Huan said: "This guy turned his final wisp of soul into a Law—but alas…"

Few could detect such a maneuver—even other Immortal Emperors would miss it.

But he happened to meet Ding Huan—his luck was simply terrible.

Wherever Ding Huan was, every Law in the space could not escape his perception.

Even if Ding Huan couldn't perceive these Laws, his Great Wilderness Eye could still see Sun Wukong's lingering soul fragment.

To deal with a soul fragment transformed into a Law, Ding Huan's Law Flame was his most effective tool.

Emperor Sun Wukong's piercing screams lasted less than two breaths before dissolving into nothingness beneath the Law Flame.

"This is yours—give me the ring," Brother Xingpan picked up the bead and handed it to Ding Huan, then took the ring from Sun Wukong's hand.

"Fine, let's go," Ding Huan didn't refuse—he deserved this.

Though he hadn't assimilated the bead, he could sense it was a True Spirit World, and a very high-tier one. "Where to now?" Brother Xingpan was in excellent spirits.

Working with Ding Huan was simple and satisfying.

He had longed to kill Emperor Sun Wukong for a million years—and never succeeded.

Yet with Ding Huan's help, three hammer blows were enough to finish him off.

Heh—he only had himself to blame. Brother Xingpan was cunning, sure, but could you really scheme against Brother Ding Huan?

"Let's go—first, to Yihaigong," Ding Huan waved his hand, feeling equally relieved.

Emperor Sun Wukong was a curse—now that he was gone, Ding Huan felt lighter.

"This iron pot is fast," Brother Xingpan remarked, standing atop it.

Ding Huan's iron pot moved faster than even the finest flying Immortal artifact.

Ding Huan also held great respect for Brother Xingpan; though they had long cooperated, the vast gap in their strength had made him somewhat wary.

After teaming up to deal with Sun Wukong, Ding Huan greatly approved of Brother Xingpan the Emperor's character.

Even though he admired his iron pot, he had never entertained any thoughts about it.

Ding Huan also felt he should find a time to fully refine this iron pot.

Right now, his iron pot has only been refined to ninety layers of sealing, and full refinement would surely bring a qualitative change.

And there's the Mu Gu—recently he hadn't encountered any opponents, so he hadn't used it, but refining such a treasure would naturally add another layer of safety.

Two months later, Ding Huan and Brother Xingpan arrived at Yihaigong.

But Yihaigong had long been sealed off; the Immortal Sects didn't know if any survivors remained.

Around the entire Yihaigong, various demonic energies permeated—it looked like this was territory seized by the Demon Clan.

"Let's go to the Immortal Court," Ding Huan estimated that someone like Chi Feitao could never die on the battlefield; now that the Immortal Sects were sealed, this guy was definitely at the Immortal Court.

"You don't need to fly to the Immortal Court—I have a teleportation talisman." Brother Xingpan pulled out a teleportation talisman.

"Good, but first transform your appearance into that of a lone cultivator, and alter your Dao resonance aura."

Ding Huan was certain that as soon as they reached the Immortal Court, the first people they'd meet would be under Lou Wushang the Emperor's command.

Brother Xingpan's teleportation talisman transported them directly to the entrance of the Immortal Court's array gate.

This was a square—the same square Ding Huan had arrived at when he came to the Immortal Court with Ku Lu.

As Ding Huan had expected, the square was filled with Immortal Army troops.

Besides the Immortal Army, a large area was entirely occupied by the outposts of various Immortal Sects.

Some Immortal Sects, driven to desperation, had abandoned their sects and come to the Immortal Court.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Court's gate was closed; most Immortal Sects had no qualifications to enter.

Immortal Sects without qualifications to enter the Immortal Court could only stay outside the Immortal Court's protective array, alongside the Immortal Army.

When the alien armies arrived, they could be used as cannon fodder.

Immortal Kings were everywhere here, showing that Lou Wushang the Emperor truly meant to guard the Immortal Court's entrance.

"These cowards—so many Immortal Army troops and Immortal Sect masters gathered here, yet they're huddled in this tiny place. If all these people fought with full strength, how could the Immortal-Demon Battlefield have fallen?"

Brother Xingpan the Emperor cursed in place, genuinely furious.

"Is it Master Ding Luguan?" Before Ding Huan had spoken more than a few words to Brother Xingpan, a cultivator hurried over to ask him.

Both of them were far stronger than Ding Huan—one was a Great Luo Immortal, the other at the peak of Luo Tian Xian.

"It's me," Ding Huan said coolly.

He hadn't been wrong—Lou Wushang the Emperor must be desperate for Immortal Spirit Rice; the moment he appeared here, someone was already sent to find him.

"Master Ding Luguan, the Heavenly Emperor summons you. We've been waiting here for you—please come with us to the Immortal Court Precious Hall."

The Great Luo Immortal cultivator spoke with great deference, yet his actions were firm—he blocked Ding Huan's escape route.

Ding Huan ignored him; he intended to send a message to Ji Changsi to inquire about Ji Changsi's situation.

"Master Ding Luguan…" Seeing Ding Huan ignore him, the Great Luo Immortal cultivator called out again.

"Haha, Master Ding Luguan has returned! The Immortal Court Precious Hall is currently holding a grand council to coordinate resistance against all clans—Master Ding Luguan, join us." Lou Wushang the Emperor's voice echoed across the square.

Ding Huan didn't look up—he knew Lou Wushang the Emperor had seen him through the surveillance array.

If he refused to go now, Lou Wushang the Emperor would surely teleport over and forcibly drag him away.

"Heh, getting better," Brother Xingpan chuckled.

He said something no one understood.

He was actually commenting that Lou Wushang the Emperor had improved—he no longer tried to sneakily snatch Ding Huan away, but instead invited him to the Immortal Court Precious Hall.

You want my little brother to grow Immortal Spirit Rice for you? Is your face whiter than others'? Do you even deserve to ask?