Chapter 737: The Frenzied Dao Duel

Ding Huan paid no attention at all to Wuliang's impotent fury.

He suddenly thought that the Wangshen Tihai also had the Law of Sinking on it...

Could this Wangshen Tihai also be a magic treasure?

The Yongshen Shenqian could be the Yongshen Wheel, so why couldn't the Wangshen Tihai be the Wangshen Wheel?

Although Ding Huan was circling far around Wuliang, in just a short time he was already standing at the entrance of the Wangshen Tihai.

Wuliang could no longer hold back the anger and unease in his heart; he suddenly stood up.

A skeleton standing here looked somewhat laughable.

Yet Ding Huan felt a powerful killing intent rushing toward him.

Ding Huan stopped, stretched out his hand, and the Calamity-Breaking Blade appeared in his grip.

Is this old bag of bones finally going to make a move?

As long as this old bag of bones steps out of his Samsara Grand Dao Pool's location, today he'll let this old bag of bones taste the Calamity-Breaking Blade and the Falling Star Arrow.

"This is the place where I constructed the dao rhyme of the Samsara Grand Dao. Step aside, and I'll give you the Seven Realms Pearl." Wuliang's tone was gloomy.

"Hand that thing over." Ding Huan stopped walking.

Wuliang said coldly, "You must swear on your own grand dao before I'll give it to you."

Ding Huan couldn't even be bothered to deal with this fellow and charged straight toward the Wangshen Tihai.

"Seeking death..."

Almost the instant Ding Huan stepped into the Wangshen Tihai, Wuliang pounced on Ding Huan.

That swift figure was completely at odds with his earlier somewhat mechanical skeletal movements.

Streaks of dark-brown sword qi tore through a patch of space and rolled toward Ding Huan.

Ding Huan looked as though he was charging toward the Wangshen Tihai, but in the blink of an eye after stepping forward he turned around, and the Calamity-Breaking Blade was also brought out. The Calamity-Breaking Blade raised a sky-filling blade intent and slashed at Wuliang, who was charging at him.

Wuliang hadn't expected Ding Huan to suddenly turn and attack.

He had seen all manner of fierce and powerful figures, yet had never seen someone fight as recklessly as Ding Huan.

He clearly held the initiative; if Ding Huan struck, wouldn't that be delivering his own body to his sword qi?

Both of them brought out their magic treasures with full force, with not the slightest room for maneuver in between.

"Boom!"

The two domains slammed into each other, and dao rhyme exploded.

Almost at the same instant the two domains collided, before the sky-filling blade intent and sword qi had even crashed together, blade momentum and sword momentum clashed once more.

Space trembled again and again, and the sword momentum tore open bloody gashes on Ding Huan's body.

Likewise, Ding Huan's blade momentum carved deep marks into Wuliang's bones.

Fresh blood sprayed from Ding Huan's whole body, while what seeped from the cuts on Wuliang's bones was streak after streak of Samsara dao rhyme.

To construct the Samsara Grand Dao, Wuliang had deliberately not reshaped his own fleshly body.

Now was the critical moment for him to construct the Six Paths Laws; at this time, every part of his body was Samsara dao rhyme.

Boom boom boom!

After the two domains and killing momentum collided, the sky-filling blade curtain and sword qi finally slammed together,

and Ding Huan's whole body felt as though it were being torn apart again and again by a yin-cold aura. His entire person gradually froze beneath Wuliang's sky-filling brown sword qi.

This was not merely a kind of icy-cold sword qi, but a yin-cold netherworldly aura that seeped into the very marrow, capable of freezing even the soul until it cracked.

The aura of death ceaselessly reaped Ding Huan's vitality.

Ding Huan saw a pitch-black passage; within that passage Samsara dao rhyme ran rampant, as though madly summoning him, urging him to rush into that Samsara dao rhyme passage.

His body was somewhat out of his control, wanting to rush into that Samsara dao rhyme and feel an entirely new breath of life.

Reason told Ding Huan that once he entered, there would be no future for him.

Wuliang was not having it much easier than Ding Huan; the blade marks on his white bones grew more and more numerous, and his entire body was also trembling wildly.

Clearly his current strength could not drag Ding Huan into his Samsara Grand Dao rhyme.

Those streak after streak of blade marks caused cracks to appear in the Samsara dao rhyme by which he had locked onto Ding Huan.

Ding Huan finally glimpsed a sliver of light through the other's Samsara dao rhyme; he bit the tip of his tongue, and his whole person sobered up.

Divine essence and divine sense were both frantically poured into the Calamity-Breaking Blade.

The Calamity-Breaking Blade's momentum, which had originally shown signs of flagging, suddenly surged.

The blade momentum, filled with violent killing intent, formed a river of death atop the Samsara dao rhyme.

This river of death was different from the Yellow Springs Blade River; it was no longer a blade river carrying the aura of samsara, but was filled with an extreme aura of death.

Wuliang could clearly sense his Samsara dao rhyme gradually dissipating within this river of death; every bit his Samsara sword qi weakened, the killing momentum of the other's river of death grew stronger.

At this moment an inexplicable unease and fear arose in his heart.

He had never encountered such a situation before.

His earlier unwillingness to stand up and fight, and his unwillingness to leave, was not because he truly worried he couldn't beat Ding Huan.

Rather, his Samsara Grand Dao Pool could not be moved.

Once he left, the Samsara Grand Dao Pool would need to be reconstructed.

And this Samsara Grand Dao Pool was the fruit of many years' effort; naturally he did not wish to rebuild it.

In his eyes, Ding Huan was nothing but an ant at the Divine King realm.

Even though his cultivation now retained not one in ten thousand, dealing with a mere Divine King still wouldn't take much effort.

Although he was confident he could easily crush Ding Huan, he still did not want to reconstruct the Samsara Grand Dao Pool.

It was only when Ding Huan was about to enter the Wangshen Tihai that he had no choice but to abandon the Samsara Grand Dao Pool.

No matter what, the Wangshen Tihai absolutely could not be allowed to let Ding Huan enter.

This was the foundation of his comeback; absolutely no mishap could be allowed.

But now, things had clearly exceeded his control.

He very much wanted to recall his Boundless Sword, yet he found he could not do it.

The Boundless Sword held out stubbornly under the opponent's blade momentum, its sword momentum growing weaker and weaker, as if awaiting the moment of collapse.

Crack-crack-crack!

The sounds of bones snapping came one after another.

Knowing full well that his own bone fractures were far more serious than Ding Huan's blood-soaked condition, at this moment Wuliang could only console himself that perhaps the next instant Ding Huan would enter his Wheel-Rotation Dao Rule.

Deep in his heart he had ten thousand ways to break free of Ding Huan's domain, yet not a single one could be done without divine sense and divine essence.

"Puh!" Ding Huan spat out a blood arrow.

The blood arrow fell into the two men's Grand Dao domain space, and the Tribulation-Breaking Blade suddenly grew excited.

The blade momentum surged wildly once more, the blade curtain exploding across the sky.

Wuliang could no longer feel the pain of his body being continuously sliced by the Tribulation-Breaking Blade.

In his eyes, the river of death blades rolled up by Ding Huan's sky-filling exploding blade curtain grew clearer and clearer; he saw his own white bones after death, felt the longing of others for him after death…

That was a river of the Indefinite Blade!

He was a set of white bones at the edge of the Indefinite Blade River.

Wuliang subconsciously lowered his head, and he truly saw white bones.

They were his own white bones; he was right at the edge of the Indefinite Blade River.

Was he dead?

The Tribulation-Breaking Blade's momentum Dao sound abruptly exploded:

Not one error, not one verse, not one post, not one chapter, not one content, not one in, not one look!

Pitiable the bones by the Indefinite River, still the one in a boudoir's dream!

"Crack!"

Wuliang heard the sound of his own bones snapping.

An extreme sense of death flooded his body; in despair he erupted with tremendous force, and his withered divine essence seemed to gain a little more, which jolted Wuliang completely awake.

He saw clearly that his body was already a wreck, with over a dozen bone fractures.

The Reincarnation Grand Dao Pool had completely shattered, and endless Reincarnation Dao rhymes poured out wildly.

A deep sense of fear enveloped Wuliang.

Since he began cultivating, he, Wuliang, had never done anything that endangered his own life and Dao.

Because he felt certain he could crush his opponent before making a move.

In fact, he had not crushed his opponent; instead, he had been suppressed by him.

He had made a decision that might leave him without even the chance to regret it.

At this moment, whatever Reincarnation Grand Dao, Six Paths Dao Rules, Chaotic Treasure…

All of them could go to the side; staying alive was what mattered most.

He had to survive.

Since he began cultivating, this was the first time he had misjudged a cultivator at the Divine King realm.

He was certain that Ding Huan, this Divine King, was absolutely no weaker than an ordinary Quasi-Saint.

"Boom!"

After the previous clash of the two men's domains, divine techniques' momentum, blade intent, and sword Qi.

The two men collided for the fourth time.

Only this time it was neither a divine technique killing momentum nor a Dao rhyme domain, but Ding Huan's body slamming into his white bones.

Even though only a set of white bones remained, Wuliang still felt his scalp go numb.

He had never seen Ding Huan fight in such a life-risking way; after turning and drawing his blade, he had been going all-out against him the whole time, never considering any retreat at all.

What frightened him even more was that Ding Huan's hand had actually grabbed onto his skull, and streams of Poison Dao Laws blasted into his body.

Wuliang was no ignoramus; the moment the Poison Dao Laws entered his body, he knew this was absolutely the Bone-Burrowing Dao-Devouring Poison.

The most terrifying thing about this poison was that if it could not be expelled at the first instant, then as time passed, the poison would completely attach itself to his Grand Dao.

At that point, the only option would be to sever the Dao.

And the Bone-Burrowing Dao-Devouring Poison could not only attach to the Grand Dao, it could truly attach to bones, to blood, cling to the soul, divine sense, and even divine essence would all be clung to.

At this moment Wuliang did not even dare want the contingency he had left at the Wangshen Stair Sea; a talisman abruptly exploded.

Was this fellow trying to escape?

Ding Huan was likewise severely injured at this moment; he was drenched in blood, and one of the sword Qis had nearly torn him apart.

He knew very well that he absolutely could not let Wuliang get away.

If Wuliang got away, then this star continent would be one hundred percent done for.

A powerhouse like Wuliang had suffered such a huge loss here; if he did not come back to settle the score, then Wuliang must be blind.

And the method by which the opponent would come back for revenge would surely be to wipe out the entire God Realm.

Unless he stayed in the God Realm where the Three Gods Land was located the whole time.

In fact, even if he stayed here the whole time, it would not work.

Because the heaven and earth rules of this God Realm had limits, and staying here would slow his cultivation progress.

As long as Wuliang escaped, he might recover his cultivation in the future and come back; at that point, what would he use to deal with Wuliang?

Wuliang activated his escape talisman and turned to flee.

The Boundless Sword Qi domain that had still been holding out instantly collapsed, and the Tribulation-Breaking Blade came chopping down.

Crack!

The white bone was torn in half.

In just an instant, the two halves of the white bone drew back together.

But Ding Huan was very clear that Wuliang's strength had once again weakened by a large margin.

Wuliang understood this principle as well; he only wanted to leave this madman as quickly as possible.

Bai Mang swept up a void vortex, and Ding Huan immediately reached out and grabbed at it.

Bai Mang swept Wuliang up and vanished in an instant through the void vortex before his eyes.

Feeling that Ding Huan had actually grabbed his leg bone, Wuliang was overcome by a sense of helplessness.

He had never before seen a fellow like Ding Huan who fought with such reckless disregard for his life and acted with such reckless disregard for his life.

With this kind of void teleportation, daring to grab his leg bone—one slip and he could be torn apart by the void's spatial dislocation.

(End of chapter)