Chapter 681: A Battle with the Shenwang

"Hah! Old Man Can finally opened this damn world!" Mo Changcan laughed heartily as he stared at the world he had just unlocked, belonging to a World God cultivator.

"Stop whining and move on to the next one," Ding Huan said, having already collected everything.

He owed gratitude to the Dao Xu Guild; though they had little of real value, it was precisely those basic materials from the Dao Xu Guild that had helped him elevate his Array Art.

"You're going nowhere," a cold voice interrupted Ding Huan.

Ding Huan calmly regarded the two figures standing before him.

Since arriving at Dao Xu Street, he and Mo Changcan had slaughtered gods who stood in their way and buddhas who blocked their path.

Mainly because they hadn't encountered any strong opponents—the strongest among them was merely a World God at the sixth layer.

Before he could react, the rainbow blade Ding Huan had slashed out had transformed into a sky-full of swirling knife blossoms.

In one, look—

Feng Chuanxing's right arm, along with half his waist, was completely severed and swept away by Ding Huan's World of Mortals.

Mo Changcan, seeing Feng Chuanxing attack Ding Huan, immediately lunged forward.

"You're asking for death—"

If this seal lacked the scent of mortal life, then he had failed.

Looking back at the bustling prosperity of this mortal world, if he did not leave, he would die here among these common folk.

Mo Changcan stared dumbfounded at Ding Huan, thinking to himself: I still have so much to learn.

Ding Huan nearly spat out a jet of blood in midair.

Just a moment ago, the silver serpent had been some distance away, but now it vanished and reappeared before Ding Huan like teleportation, biting down on him.

With enemies, there are no rules—kill them, and that's all that matters.

"Are you both from the Dao Xu Guild?" Ding Huan asked, even as he had already laid down the Chen Dao Poison and the Fugu Law.

"Ding Huan, you two have destroyed so many of our guild's shops and slaughtered too many innocent lives of the Dao Xu Guild—today, you shall pay with your life."

"Boy, you think you can still run?" Xingchen Shenwang blocked Mo Changcan.

He neither wished to remain a mortal guest nor to let his life slip away uselessly—then why cling to this prosperity? His thoughts reached this point.

Who else could describe a spouse's infidelity so elegantly? "Die!" Feng Chuanxing sneered, whipping out a silver whip that unfurled a cloud of silver mist toward Ding Huan.

At the same moment, Mo Changcan and Xingchen Shenwang clashed.

When the entire street's shops were flattened, Ding Huan was blasted flying.

The long blade descended!

Feng Chuanxing felt strange—his Starry Spear Intent was entirely death, annihilation, devoid of any vitality.

If Feng Chuanxing's skill ends here, then today he leaves his life here.

His seal formed—his World of Mortals completed.

Ding Huan's thought flashed and vanished; the long blade trembled with a hum.

If this continued, he would be completely suppressed by the deathly aura, stripped of even the ability to resist.

"Puff!" The blade curtain exploded, and a streak of blood tore open.

Because of Bai Qing's face?

The blade curtain, swirling like a rainbow, had long lost all sharpness—it now resembled the beautiful rainbow of a setting sun.

What surprised Ding Huan was that Feng Chuanxing didn't bother retrieving the blasted silver whip—he instead summoned a Starry Spear.

As soon as he landed, he felt a terrifying poison-law aura invade his entire body.

A thousand guests drunk on mortal flowers, one blade chills fourteen provinces.

Feng Chuanxing spat out a stream of essence-blood; the intent of his Starry Spear no longer pressed with crushing death, but exploded into a single point of death-spear light.

In an instant, Ding Huan remembered—it was that Bai Qing.

Who is Bai Qing?

What amazed Ding Huan wasn't the poison's horror, but the silver serpent's speed—it moved like teleportation, swift as lightning.

"I am Shenwang Feng Chuanxing. If you're willing to come with me, I'll spare your life—for Bai Qing's sake," said the Shenwang in blue robes, his tone calm.

He fully understood—his spear intent had lost to Ding Huan's blade intent.

Your two natures are so vastly different—don't you suspect anything?"

Little Master has more than enough vitality—his Life-and-Death Mirror brims with potent vitality and fortune.

All the beauty of the mortal world exists in this single breath.

Though Ding Huan was only a World God at the first layer, he could still sense the cultivation levels of these two.

Feng Chuanxing, experienced in battle, immediately thought of a countermeasure.

Xingchen Shenwang longed to kill Mo Changcan instantly; Feng Chuanxing didn't care whether the other shops on Dao Xu Street had been destroyed.

A series of blade-intent seals formed around Ding Huan, their marks unbroken, yet the blade intent gradually faded.

Ding Huan formed seals with both hands; the sky-full of knife blossoms bloomed even more brilliantly, like flourishing splendor.

As Feng Chuanxing's domain expanded, the realm of death-starry space slowly began to engulf this entire area.

One was an early-stage Shenwang, the other a mid-stage Shenwang.

Right—this was Dao Xu Street, a bustling, lively street…

Ding Huan's long blade also whipped up a blade curtain, while his World God's starry domain surged outward violently.

Xingchen Shenwang regained his previous cold aloofness:

Beneath the swirling starry spear, there was no life, no vitality left.

The terrifying poison-law aura flooded his body instantly. The knife blossoms gradually intoxicated everyone's eyes.

Ding Huan had long known Feng Chuanxing was formidable—he would never give Feng Chuanxing even a moment to breathe.

The next instant, torrents of vibrant vitality surged toward Ding Huan; the crushing death-starry spear intent, which had nearly shattered his soul and Primordial Spirit, finally eased.

In just a short time, Ding Huan's domain had formed a world.

The Seal of the Human World was not the Unfixed Seal or the Yellow Spring Seal, but a quiet, subtle realm of mortal existence.

He turned around and saw a silver serpent biting his calf.

Boom! The Seal of the Human World descended, instantly becoming a river of blood.

I am the sovereign; life and death hinge on a single thought.

The spear intent of death grew stronger with the Dao resonance of the Star Spear, carrying an oppressive might that forced all beings beneath this spear to kneel in despair.

It was like the gentle return home after a day's fatigue, or the serene peace before departure after a lifetime of toil.

Boom! Ding Huan's Dahan Yi Dao domain and Feng Chuanxing's Star Spear Dao domain finally collided.

Suddenly, he felt the surrounding space hum and shift, as if something had fully formed.

Ding Huan already knew: in terms of divine origin depth, he still could not match Feng Chuanxing.

But the true lethal threat was not in the countless blooming knife flowers, but in the icy knife curtain hidden beneath them.

Ding Huan felt an endless tide of death's aura, and within it, his five viscera and six bowels were on the verge of collapse.

This old bastard is strange.

No, just as Feng Chuanxing sensed something amiss, he was pulled back into the sea of Seal of the Human World traces.

And here, voices buzzed, smoke curled, peddlers and laborers pressed shoulder to shoulder…

Feng Chuanxing roared in fury; before he could snatch back his severed arm, the sky-full of knife flowers shredded the limb into blood mist.

Feng Chuanxing shuddered—he felt a flurry of death's aura descending.

Fortunately, Feng Chuanxing's silver whip was also blasted away.

He understood.

Feng Chuanxing's Star Spear also carved out a realm of stars.

And what now stood before them were two Shenwang.

A spear ray pierced through endless knife flowers, tore through Ding Huan's domain, and pierced through Ding Huan's chest.

This silver serpent was the same silver whip Feng Chuanxing had thrown earlier.

Logically, a cultivator's familiar treasure would not be easily abandoned—would this old bastard really think his whip was unsuitable for combat against his own long knife, and thus switched to the spear?

After Ding Huan blocked Feng Chuanxing's crushing death-star spear intent, the space and domain changed.

Ding Huan exhaled deeply—his Seal of the Human World had finally manifested its true mortal world.

Perhaps in the next moment, this fellow would awaken from these Seal of the Human World traces.

Beneath this realm of stars, there was only one aura: death.

He had not blocked Ding Huan's divine technique at all—he believed his own technique would shatter Ding Huan's technique and domain entirely.

The knife flowers exploded, finally tearing apart the entire Seal of the Human World.

Shenwang is impressive, isn't it? Today, he would face this Shenwang mid-stage.

He could also sense that Feng Chuanxing's strength surpassed the other fellow—he must be Shenwang mid-stage.

"Boom!" Dao resonance shattered, violent aura surged outward and crashed together, leveling all surrounding shops.

Ding Huan even closed his eyes, as Feng Chuanxing perceived the mundane scene.

Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth; as the Star Spear intent piled higher, the death aura grew more terrifying.

The one who just said they couldn't go anywhere—that was this fellow.

In a short time, Feng Chuanxing's thoughts broke through Dao Xu Street—he stood now at the crossroad where he had left home, pack on back.

Ding Huan spat out a stream of essence blood, his divine sense landing on the Mirror of Life and Death. Take the life force of this space—you may have it.

Ding Huan sighed in relief; if he hadn't just re-awakened the Seal of the Human World, Feng Chuanxing would have already broken free of his Seal of the Human World.

Ding Huan was also flung backward, a blood arrow spurting from his chest.

"Old bastard, you're my…"

"Puff!"

"Heh, who did I say it was? Turns out it's Feng Baiqing, the one I saved? Is Feng Baiqing your son? If he's your son, your son at least has some gratitude—but you show not a shred of respect toward your son's savior."

No one dared object.

As for Ding Huan and Mo Changcan, they were here to wreck shops—who cares about property during a fight?

One was the Shenwang Sect leader, the other one of the two fearless Shenwang duo.

After Ding Huan's long knife swept again, he carved out a series of void array patterns.

Logically, this was the moment for Ding Huan to launch a full counterattack—but instead of relentlessly striking with the Seal of the Human World, he slowly extended his domain, stretching his Seal of the Human World traces…

Ding Huan rolled his long knife, his body landed on the ground, his chest pierced by the spear ray, still dripping blood.

But the blood dripping out was the same black color.

Under Ding Huan's slash, the silver serpent split into two pieces.

Without waiting for the silver serpent to recover, Ding Huan's Tai Xu Flame engulfed it.

(End of Chapter)