Chapter 682: Feng Chuanxing

"A hundred silver…"

Feng Chuanxing saw Ding Huan's flames already engulfing the silver snake and cried out in terror.

At this moment, he even forgot how grave his injuries were—his arms and shoulders were gone, and a large chunk of his waist had been snapped off.

Fury flooded Feng Chuanxing's mind, briefly robbing him of reason.

No one could understand how vital a hundred silver was to him, how hard it had been to obtain—it was tied to his Union of the Divine!

He couldn't fathom why someone bitten by a hundred silver could still leap about unharmed, even launch attacks.

Feng Chuanxing strained to gather his divine essence, trying once more to unleash the Death Spear Intent with his Star Spear.

He swore this time he would never be dragged into that blade-curtain realm again…

To his horror, he discovered his divine essence had stalled.

Worse still, his soul sea emitted cracking sounds, gray vapors filling his entire body and mind.

His meridians began to crack; his domain not only ceased expanding but shrank continuously, a deathly aura saturating his entire being.

Feng Chuanxing himself was a master of poison—his hundred silver, that silver snake, was among the most venomous demonic serpents in the universe; anyone bitten by it died instantly.

And it was instant death—this was why he was baffled that Ding Huan not only hadn't died but had turned and struck back at the hundred silver.

At this moment, Feng Chuanxing was certain he had been poisoned.

His poison was delivered through the hundred silver, but Ding Huan's poison—he didn't even know when it had been released.

There was only one possibility: Ding Huan had released poison through the laws of heaven and earth—the Law of Poison.

No, Ding Huan was also poisoned—why could he still stand?

What horrified Feng Chuanxing further was that Ding Huan not only stood, but raised his hand and unleashed dozens of lightning arcs.

These lightning arcs were no weaker than those of a Divine King's Lei Jie, carrying a sense of cosmic annihilation.

A wave of despair surged deep within Feng Chuanxing—he was poisoned, his divine essence stalled, his divine sense sluggish; he couldn't dodge these arcs.

Boom—boom—boom!

Dozens of lightning arcs slanted down from the heavens.

To Feng Chuanxing's relief, the arcs were not aimed at him.

To Feng Chuanxing's despair, he hadn't even been able to tell whether the arcs targeted him—how sluggish had his reactions become?

Ding Huan's lightning arcs were indeed not aimed at Feng Chuanxing.

His arcs struck Xingchen Shenwang.

Xingchen Shenwang had not subdued Mo Changcan, nor had Mo Changcan subdued Xingchen Shenwang.

Xingchen Shenwang was an early-stage Divine King, yet on the verge of entering mid-stage Divine King.

Mo Changcan was only at World God Fifth Layer.

Fortunately, Ding Huan's Fugu Poison and Chen Dao Poison had taken effect—Xingchen Shenwang's domain and divine essence were clearly weakened.

Mo Changcan naturally sensed Xingchen Shenwang's weakness and fading stamina.

How could he let such an opportunity slip?

His halberd rose from below, carving a slash through space, saturated with the killing intent of the Dao of Warfare.

Xingchen Shenwang also felt his divine essence waning—he knew full well he had been poisoned.

Seeing the power of Mo Changcan's halberd strike, Xingchen Shenwang struggled to evade it.

He decided to retreat first—continuing to fight while poisoned was too dangerous.

But the moment he twisted his body, dozens of heavenly lightning arcs crashed down.

Crack!

Xingchen Shenwang felt the deathly force of the arcs and instinctively twisted back to avoid them.

Puff!

Blood exploded!

As if deliberately offering himself to Mo Changcan's halberd, the weapon tore through Xingchen Shenwang's body.

Ding Huan paid no further attention to Xingchen Shenwang; his long blade gathered power once more, the killing aura growing denser.

Feng Chuanxing's fury vanished the instant Xingchen Shenwang was torn apart.

For the first time, he felt death so terrifyingly close.

Ding Huan had been bitten by his Abyssal Silver Snake Poison—and yet remained unharmed.

"Ding Daoist, please show mercy. Please, Ding Daoist, consider that Lord Feng has fought for humanity on the Great Arena—spare Lord Feng this once…"

A sudden voice rang out; Ding Huan didn't recognize the speaker.

But the man's cultivation level made Ding Huan wary—he was a late-stage Divine King.

And he wasn't alone—he came with three others.

Four Divine Kings.

Besides the speaker, who was late-stage Divine King, one other was nearly at the peak of Divine King.

Ding Huan's eyes narrowed slightly; he prepared to activate the Chen Dao Poison.

Even if it were only that one peak-stage Divine King, he and Mo Changcan would need to join forces.

Feng Chuanxing had long recognized his position—he immediately activated Feng Baiqing's image tablet.

"Big Brother Ding, please spare my father's life…"

Feng Baiqing's image suddenly appeared in the void, his eyes filled with pleading.

Ding Huan did not strike again.

He held back partly out of respect for Feng Baiqing, and partly because if all four Divine Kings attacked at once, he and Mo Changcan would be overwhelmed.

Moreover, he still had to resolve the issue with the Leishendao Sect—killing them wouldn't solve it.

"Get lost." He looked at Feng Chuanxing with contempt. His own son was named Baiqing; the pet snake he raised was called Bai Yin. This old bastard was truly despicable.

Although he didn't strike, Ding Huan also didn't give him an antidote.

Whether it was the Fugu Shidao poison or the Chendao poison, Ding Huan estimated Feng Chuanxing couldn't cure either.

So even if he let Feng Chuanxing go now, Feng Chuanxing was still doomed.

To ask him for help again? Even if Bai Qing came here in person, he wouldn't lift a finger.

He owed Bai Qing nothing; it was Bai Qing who owed him.

The only regret was that he couldn't open Feng Chuanxing's world.

With Feng Chuanxing's meager cultivation, how dare he covet what was on his person? This guy had no idea how little he amounted to.

"Ding Huan, I just failed again." Mo Changcan landed beside Ding Huan, looking dejected—he was injured too.

His injuries were actually lighter than Ding Huan's, but his recovery ability was far weaker, so now he looked far worse off than Ding Huan.

Ding Huan patted Mo Changcan on the shoulder: "Don't rush. We've got plenty of Divine Kings to kill—plenty of chances for you to practice."

He knew what Mo Changcan meant by "failed"—Mo Changcan meant he'd failed to open Xingchen Divine King's world just now.

Yuan Qing and the others twitched their lips at Ding Huan's words.

What do you mean, "we've got plenty of Divine Kings to kill"? Using Divine Kings as practice? That's going too far.

Yet Ding Huan and Mo Changcan, working together, had killed Xingchen Divine King and severely wounded Feng Chuanxing.

If they hadn't come to rescue him, Feng Chuanxing would likely have been killed too.

At this point, even Yuan Qing wouldn't challenge Ding Huan or Mo Changcan.

Ding Huan and Mo Changcan were barefoot; how could they fear those wearing shoes?

"Ding Daofriend, let me introduce myself—I'm Yuan Qing, known as Tianqin. These others are Wang Wang Zhenjiu, Sect Master of Dayan Shengdao Sect; Wu Danzi, Sect Master of Hongyun Dan Dao Sect; and Pu Zhijian, Master of Jianshen Wu."

Yuan Qing's tone was still courteous.

Ding Huan also bowed his fist: "Sect Masters, surely you understand why I destroyed the Dao Xu Trading Guild."

"Ding Daofriend, rest assured—I've already used the Tiancaishen Alliance's authority to forcibly order the Dao Xu Trading Guild to cease hostilities against Qinglei Shendao Sect."

"Please refrain from attacking the Dao Xu Trading Guild's trading posts for now. Even if there's a misunderstanding, wait until the other two Divine Kings of Dao Xu return to Dao Xu Street before acting—what do you say?"

Yuan Qing smiled amiably.

Ding Huan's heart stirred—he understood Yuan Qing's meaning.

"Don't act for now" meant Yuan Qing wouldn't interfere if he destroyed the Dao Xu Trading Guild.

But destroying it now would be meaningless.

Once the other two Divine Kings of Dao Xu returned, then he could destroy the guild—and no one would intervene.

The implication was clear: he had to kill every single Divine King of the Dao Xu Trading Guild before he could proceed to destroy it.

"Fine. I'll give you, Lord Yuan, this favor—I'll wait until the Dao Xu Trading Guild's Divine Kings return."

Ding Huan naturally wouldn't refuse Yuan Qing's goodwill.

If he kept attacking the Dao Xu Trading Guild now, Qinglei Shendao Sect would be in danger.

"Ding Dao, my friend, the human race in the Divine Realm now faces grave crisis. We several have been tirelessly working on behalf of humanity. If you have time, we'd like to invite you for a few words."

Yuan Qing himself very much wanted to speak with Ding Huan.

But after learning that Cang Qing might have perished at Ding Huan's hands, he dared not meet Ding Huan alone—this would harm his reputation if it got out.

Yet here, in Dao Xu Street, as the Alliance Lord of the Tiancaishen Alliance, inviting Ding Huan to join their council posed no issue.

"I have no problem—and I plan to stay in Dao Xu Street for a while," Ding Huan said immediately.

He was now a World God, and so was Mo Changcan. He intended to take Mo Changcan into Dao Xu and teach that Divine Clan's Tree Ancestor a lesson.

If he could kill the Tree Ancestor, all the better; if not, he wouldn't let the Tree Ancestor grow in peace.

Hearing Ding Huan's words, Yuan Qing was overjoyed.

This Ding Huan didn't seem so difficult to deal with after all.

"Are you Senior Ding? Thank you, Senior, for your great kindness!" A sudden voice rang out, followed by a young man with slightly yellow skin rushing over and bowing deeply to the ground.

Ding Huan looked at the fellow before him—he did recognize him.

He had traded with him for a Nine-Colored Void Lotus and obtained the Wan Dan Shencao Jue from him.

But back then, he'd been disguised.

Seeing Ding Huan frown, the young man realized his mistake and hurriedly said:

"Senior, I'm Hu Dongjian, from Wan Dan Shen Sect. After my elder brother survived, I've been searching for your trail. Later, I saw your wanted poster and, combined with my investigations, I became certain—the Senior who gave me the Nine-Colored Void Lotus was you."

The Nine-Colored Void Lotus was what he'd traded for the Wan Dan Shencao Jue.

Actually, the Wan Dan Shencao Jue's value wasn't less than the Nine-Colored Void Lotus—only the Lotus was exceedingly rare and could reshape the body, thus invisibly increasing its worth.

"That was a trade—we didn't give it to you," Ding Huan said, noticing the several people behind Hu Dongjian.

One of the women, he realized, he also recognized.

(Dao friend, good night! Lately my updates have been unstable—sometimes only two chapters. I'll try to write more; please forgive me, Dao friends.)

(Fellow Daoists, good evening! These past few days the updates haven't been very steady—sometimes there may only be two chapters. I'll try to write more; please bear with me, fellow Daoists.)

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