Chapter 613: 612. Chapter 607: Enter Shen Star

612. Chapter 607: Enter Shen Star

"Good." Song Chengdao also summoned his artifact.

Ding Huan hadn't expected Song Chengdao's artifact to be a Four Symbols Pagoda.

Song Chengdao and Wu Hanchan now trusted Ding Huan completely; since Ding Huan said they could fight, they would fight.

Wu Hanchan's sword qi tide surged again toward the yellow-robed man.

The yellow-robed man paid no heed to Wu Hanchan or Song Chengdao; his domain blasted out unrestrainedly, still without summoning an artifact, and he threw another punch.

This time, Song Chengdao did not let Wu Hanchan face it alone; his Four Symbols Pagoda transformed into a pagoda-mountain and crashed down.

As the Four Symbols Pagoda descended, two giant elephant spirit shadows burst forth from it and lunged at the yellow-robed man.

Just as those two giant elephants charged out, two more elephant shadows erupted from the Four Symbols Pagoda and rushed forward.

The yellow-robed man sneered, his domain intensifying further.

Wu Hanchan and Song Chengdao felt their domains shatter like eggshells striking solid stone, cracks instantly forming.

If they continued attacking, their domains would completely fracture.

If their domains shattered, even if they struck their opponent, they would be torn to pieces by his divine technique.

"Don't fear this guy," Ding Huan's voice made Wu Hanchan and Song Chengdao abandon their urge to retreat.

Because they trusted Ding Huan, they did not retreat—they instead furiously fueled their immortal energy and divine perception into their divine domains.

"Suicidal…" The yellow-robed man laughed bitterly at these fools.

Their domains were already crushed under his pressure, yet they still dared not recall their artifacts—this was suicide squared.

The yellow-robed man decided to reduce these two to dust and bones.

Yet just as he infused his primordial energy into this punch, he felt Wu Hanchan and Song Chengdao's nearly shattered domains suddenly solidify.

Moreover, a stronger domain overlapped atop theirs and surged violently toward his own.

This domain emerged from nowhere—it could not only merge Wu Hanchan and Song Chengdao's domains, but also continuously amplify them beyond that merger.

Boom!

The dao resonance of colliding domains exploded in the void; the yellow-robed man's expression changed.

It wasn't that he lacked power—he simply dared not further strengthen his domain.

If he dared to pour more primordial energy into his domain, his rule runes might not withstand it.

His current domain's momentum had long surpassed the Immortal World's level.

How could these opponents not only resist such a powerful domain but also counterattack?

Wu Hanchan and Song Chengdao immediately sensed their domains were protected—and further, they could now merge together.

This method of merging domains far exceeded simple addition.

At this moment, how could they not know Ding Huan had intervened?

With Ding Huan acting, they held nothing back.

The yellow-robed man also saw Ding Huan—more precisely, he saw Ding Huan's grotesquely ugly long blade.

That long blade curled through the void, its killing intent sealing off every escape route.

For the first time, the yellow-robed man's expression changed.

In the Divine Realm, these ants could be crushed beneath his single hand.

Yet now he could not unleash even one percent of his true power.

Feeling his life force locked by Ding Huan's long blade, the yellow-robed man no longer dared to throw another punch.

He opened his hand and summoned his artifact—a sword.

The blade resembled a flame; as soon as it appeared, its sword qi gathered like a volcano ready to erupt.

But his punch had already spent its force; the volcano-like sword momentum had not yet erupted when Wu Hanchan's overwhelming sword tide swept over him.

At the same moment, Song Chengdao's four giant elephant spirit forms slammed toward the yellow-robed man.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wu Hanchan's sword qi collided with the volcanic sword rays from the yellow-robed man's blade; dao resonance exploded in the void.

Wu Hanchan spat out several streams of blood; his sword qi only slightly suppressed the yellow-robed man's volcanic surge.

Two powerful fire-element sword rays extended from the volcano, effortlessly slicing through Wu Hanchan's protective immortal energy and tearing open half his body.

Moreover, one of those flame sword rays shot diagonally from the colliding sword curtain and struck Ding Huan's long blade, fully charged with killing intent.

The blade's momentum instantly collapsed; the accumulated killing intent vanished completely.

The yellow-robed man clearly saw Ding Huan's expression change.

That was normal—Ding Huan, in his eyes, was merely an Immortal Emperor.

This Immortal Emperor might have some tricks, but he was nowhere near capable of threatening him.

Song Chengdao's four giant elephants struck down simultaneously.

The yellow-robed man wanted to unleash more flame sword rays to kill Wu Hanchan—but if he did, he would suffer grave injuries.

He retracted the killing intent aimed at Wu Hanchan and unleashed tens of thousands of flame sword rays toward the four giant elephants.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two frontmost elephant spirit forms were torn apart by the flame sword rays; Song Chengdao, still mid-air, spat a stream of blood.

A flame sword ray pierced through his chest.

Seeing the flame sword ray spray blood into the air, Song Chengdao realized at last how vastly inferior he was to a true God-Formed powerhouse.

At that moment, Ding Huan's long blade slashed again.

As if the previously gathered blade momentum had been effortlessly shattered.

This time, Ding Huan's long blade gathered no blade momentum at all—only his immortal energy and divine perception were stacked upon it.

Ding Huan's cultivation was already the lowest, and after his setback, this slash of Dahan Yi Dao was so subtle, hidden among the starry realm.

The man in yellow hadn't taken Ding Huan seriously at all.

In fact, he had already seen Ding Huan's second slash.

He was certain that after severely injuring Song Cheng Dao, Ding Huan's slash would barely reach him.

A mere Immortal Emperor—how could he possibly take him seriously?

But when Ding Huan's slash crossed the space between them without warning and effortlessly tore through his protective Yuan Qi, the man in yellow's expression changed.

This slash ignored the final stretch of space—was it Spatial Law?

The moment he thought of Spatial Law, how could he dare continue fighting Song Cheng Dao's Four Symbols?

The man in yellow frantically tried to retreat, but to his shock, the long blade that had already reached his body, poised to split him in two, suddenly shifted position.

The man in yellow's soul nearly fled his body—he now realized the direction he had retreated to was precisely where Ding Huan's blade had just shifted.

That meant he had run straight into Ding Huan's blade.

Because Ding Huan had changed the blade's direction first, then he retreated.

He had predicted not only that he would retreat, but also the exact direction of his retreat.

If the opponent also knew Spatial Law…

The man in yellow dared not think further—he understood now why a single sword beam had shattered Ding Huan's long-accumulated blade momentum: it had all been deliberate.

When had the Immortal World gained such a terrifying powerhouse?

The breath of death surged toward him; the man in yellow frantically channeled his Yuan Li to resist.

He knew that if he didn't block it, the next instant he would be split in two.

"Crack!"

A faint, almost inaudible sound came—the sound of a Rule Seal…

He forcibly halted the further explosion of his Yuan Li; a cold sensation spread from his waist.

The man in yellow watched helplessly as Ding Huan's slash split his body in two.

Intense resentment surged in his heart.

He could have blocked this slash—but he dared not.

Even if his body was severed by this slash, he still could not prevent the Rule Seal from shattering.

Crack…

The man in yellow's severed body completely collapsed, exploding into a mist of blood.

Ding Huan noticed even his ring had shattered; he silently thought how powerful this Rule Seal was.

"Ding Huan, you killed him?" Song Cheng Dao, pale-faced, landed beside Ding Huan, unable to believe it was real.

He had also struck just now—he knew better than anyone how formidable the man in yellow had been.

Wu Hanchan also walked over, moving slowly, his face even paler than Song Cheng Dao's.

Just now, half his body had been severed by the man in yellow; though he barely managed to repair it, his cultivation would soon plummet to Immortal Venerable or even Immortal King realm.

Without superior heavenly treasures, he would never again have a chance to return to Immortal Emperor level.

"Ding Huan brother, thank you—if not for you, I would already be dead." Wu Hanchan thanked him, but his eyes revealed unmistakable loss and sorrow.

Song Cheng Dao's gaze was dim too—Wu Hanchan's condition, though outwardly unremarkable, meant his body teetered on the edge of realm collapse.

Ding Huan patted Wu Hanchan and pulled out a jade box: "Use this. Your cultivation should recover quickly."

Wu Hanchan opened the jade box in confusion.

"Wuyu Immortal Fruit?" Wu Hanchan gasped in shock.

With the Wuyu Immortal Fruit, his injuries would fully heal in less than a month, and his body would strengthen by one tier.

"Thank you, thank you…" Wu Hanchan cared deeply for his Dao and his body.

He had been helpless before.

Now that Ding Huan had produced the Wuyu Immortal Fruit, he wanted to kneel before him.

"Go heal first," Ding Huan waved his hand.

"Ding Huan brother, compared to you, I am utterly ashamed," Song Cheng Dao said, humiliated.

If he had such a treasure, he could never bring himself to give it away.

For cultivators like them who pursued the Heavenly Dao, one Wuyu Immortal Fruit equaled one life.

Ding Huan and Wu Hanchan were not close, yet he gave away a Wuyu Immortal Fruit—such magnanimity, Song Cheng Dao could never match in a lifetime.

Zhuo Yao, watching from afar, also felt deep emotion.

He had no idea how many treasures Ding Huan carried.

He had already given them a Nine-Colored Void Lotus; now he produced a Wuyu Immortal Fruit.

The Wuyu Immortal Fruit was as top-tier as the Nine-Colored Void Lotus—a treasure capable of restoring the body—and Ding Huan gave it away as if it were nothing.

Ding Huan brother wasn't just wealthy—he was generous.

"Let's go. No need to break the formation—we go straight to Shen Star." Ding Huan directed the Cosmic Cauldron into Shen Star.

The man in yellow from the Divine Realm had been too arrogant—he opened the protective formation and didn't even close it before attacking Ding Huan and the others.

Now it saved Ding Huan the trouble.

"Good thing—otherwise, we couldn't have broken that formation," Song Cheng Dao said, watching Ding Huan guide the Cosmic Cauldron into Shen Star.

Ding Huan didn't care—if the man in yellow hadn't opened the formation, he could still have shattered the Level-Three Divine Formation, though it would have taken time.

As soon as the Cosmic Cauldron entered Shen Star, Ding Huan frantically laid down the Divine Clan Gene-Slaying Law.

He came here to exterminate every single Divine Clan cultivator on Shen Star—not a single one must escape.