Chapter 884: Attacking the Heart

Every powerhouse seated inside the Dao Lord's Manor rose almost simultaneously, even summoning their magic treasures.

What appeared before their eyes was Ding Huan, gripping the Calamity-Breaking Blade.

And Ling Zhuzhen, Yan Zhuo, and Jia Baili were all standing behind Ding Huan.

Although Ding Huan's slash had already fallen, even cleaving the Dao Lord Manor's protective array and hall doors into shattered debris.

Yet all the Dao Forefathers present in the Dao Lord Manor shared a feeling: the killing aura of this slash had not yet fully erupted.

If they remained at a distance, the killing intent of the slash would soon sweep them into it.

Feng Pu was the first to sense something was wrong; he immediately shot backward.

He did not choose to make a move against Ding Huan.

The remaining several Dao Forefathers followed Feng Pu's example, also shooting backward.

Likewise, no one made a move.

Sure enough, almost immediately after these Dao Forefathers retreated in time, the blade momentum, saturated with killing and ruinous aura, slowly exploded outward.

As if in slow motion, the blade ravine extended outward with the Dao Lord Manor at its center.

Boom!

A blade ravine stretching millions of zhang split the Myriad Dao City in two; as for the Dao Lord Manor, it was reduced to nothingness beneath that single slash.

For a moment, none of the several Dao Forefathers rebuked Ding Huan.

Ding Huan's control over blade momentum and killing blade intent had reached a realm of complete mastery, where he could wield them at will.

And there are people who can control blade intent like this?

This was clearly letting them come to their senses, then forcing them to watch helplessly as their Dao Lord Manor shattered and tore apart before their eyes.

The deliberate intent behind the move was all too obvious.

"Haha..."

Ling Zhuzhen laughed heartily; the horrified and disbelieving gazes of the several pseudo Dao Forefathers gave him great pleasure.

He was thoroughly satisfied with how Brother Ding Huan handled things.

This was an attack on the heart—striking at one's very resolve.

As for killing, he would join hands with Ding Huan to do it shortly.

There were still many cultivators in Myriad Dao City; a pile of Dao Veins had appeared here.

Of course, the Dao Veins had nothing to do with them.

But whenever Dao Veins appeared, they would surely be accompanied by Dao Crystals.

Most of the people here had not come voluntarily; they had been forcibly conscripted.

Fortunately, there were Dao Crystals here, so they could occasionally harvest some.

Those with better luck could find some hidden Dao Fruits.

At this moment, nearly all the cultivators in Myriad Dao City had gathered, staring in shock as Ding Huan's single slash tore apart the Dao Lord Manor.

What was going on?

Someone was making a move against several Dao Forefathers?

Was the Great Cosmos about to change?

"Ding Huan..." Dao Forefather Qingsha saw Ding Huan's familiar face and instantly reacted.

Back then, when Ding Huan stood before her, it was she who had people throw Ding Huan into her Chaos Zone territory to fill it.

Later, Ding Huan changed his appearance and reappeared under the name Ding Xiaotu.

She had missed by only the slimmest margin, failing to capture Ding Huan, and instead letting him escape once more.

At that time, she had already worried that Ding Huan's talent might one day pose a threat to her.

Even with such worry, it would have been a matter of hundreds of thousands of years later—how long had it actually been?

Yet now Ding Huan dared to appear openly before her, and that slash...

No, judging solely by the slash Ding Huan just delivered, Ding Huan was absolutely not a cultivator with a mutated pure wood-attribute.

Wood spiritual root cultivators were never this formidable.

"Heh, a few ants dare to destroy my Dao Lord Manor—seeking death..." Dao Forefather Zihe Jiesheng chuckled coldly; a purple long river suspended above his head already contained killing intent that filled the heavens.

Ding Huan said dismissively: "Just look at your cowardly self, and you call yourself a Dao Forefather? Pah. You sent human cultivators to die in the Myriad Dao Mountain Range, and the Dao Veins recovered were split entirely among you few.

As for whether the Great Cosmos falls into the hands of the Tianmeng Race, and as for how many human cultivators have died, those are things you lot never bother to care about.

Of course—a pseudo Dao Forefather like you only cares about boosting your own cultivation and how many Dao Veins you can harvest; how could you possibly care about the lives and deaths of ordinary people?

Do me, Grandpa Huan, a favor—could you please stop insulting those two words, 'Dao Forefather'?"

The many human cultivators who had been watching on the sidelines immediately resonated with Ding Huan's words upon hearing them.

The vast majority of them had not stayed here of their own will.

Staying here did allow them to make some small fortunes.

But more importantly, they had assignments here to deal with Tianmeng Race cultivators.

Every so often, they had to go resist the Tianmeng Race, and the mortality rate was extremely high.

As for Dao Veins, even if they seized some, they had to hand them over to the various Dao Forefathers for the Dao Forefathers to divide equally.

All they could obtain was merely the right to cultivate in Myriad Dao City, where Dao Veins had been implanted.

Before, no one dared to speak up; now that Ding Huan had stepped forward, he had stirred up the discontent in many cultivators' hearts without even needing to agitate.

Yijie, hearing Grandpa Huan begin cursing, could no longer hold back; it leapt straight to the front, pointing at Jiesheng and loudly rebuking:

"Squint-eyed freak, you call yourself a Dao Forefather? Even your Grandpa Ring wouldn't dare claim that title. Did Grandpa Ring's pee not splash, so you used it as a mirror and discovered your own dry-timber body and squinty freakishness?

You piece of trash—why don't you step in dog shit? You should be struck down by Dao lightning, attacked by rebellious blood—your great Dao is the one in chaos, so whose else would it be..."

Hearing a pig-looking piece of trash sacred beast dare to insult him so.

Zihedaozu Jie Gun felt a surge of reverse blood rising to his throat, his Dao rhythm scattering with rage.

In his fury, he raised his hand to crush Yi Jie—suddenly, he felt something strange beneath his feet, a pile of soft, squishy things crushed under his sole.

A chilling coldness flooded his heart, instantly cooling him down.

Though no Dao thunder had yet struck, Jie Gun felt the pig's words were slowly coming true…

Could it be Zhuo Dun?

Words become law?

Isn't Zhuo Dun without Sacred Beasts?

Evolving into a Sacred Beast isn't simple—certainly not in the universe after the Great Calamity; Zhuo Dun could never ascend to a Sacred Beast?

Jie Gun felt uneasy.

Qing Sha Daozu now had only one thought: kill Ding Huan immediately.

Ding Huan's current strength is certainly weak; she should still be able to kill him. Once Ding Huan grows stronger, she'll never be able to kill him again.

As Yi Jie cursed Jie Kun, Qing Sha Daozu immediately unleashed her Chaos Banner.

Killing intent surged straight toward Ding Huan.

"This woman is mine—you deal with Jie Gun," Ling Zhu Zhen said, already unleashing the Broken Domain Banner.

Even though he longed to devour Jie Kun alive, Ling Zhu Zhen could see Jie Gun's Sixth Step Dao was still inferior to the Seventh Step.

Ding Huan hasn't yet proven the Fourth Step; even if he's strong, he doesn't believe Ding Huan can handle Qing Sha, a Seventh Step Dao woman.

Ding Huan paid no heed—he extended his domain without reservation and unleashed the Break-Disaster Blade.

Infinite killing qi surged wildly toward him; the blade's momentum swelled uncontrollably, as if the next instant it would cleave the entire great universe in two.

Though Yi Jie's furious curses had disturbed him slightly, Jie Gun had never truly regarded Ding Huan as a threat.

So what if he's Sixth Step Dao?

Ding Huan—a mere insect who hasn't even proven the Fourth Step—is nothing but a slap away in his eyes.

He didn't even need to summon his Zi River.

Yet when Ding Huan's domain slammed violently into his own, and the boundless killing intent from the Break-Disaster Blade struck him, Jie Gun's heart tightened.

When his domain was torn open and his spirit was invaded by the opponent's killing intent, he realized he'd utterly underestimated Ding Huan.

Ding Huan's strength simply isn't something a normal cultivator below the Fourth Step could achieve.

Jie Gun no longer dared the slightest underestimation—he unleashed a violent surge of killing qi from his Zi River, gathering Dao rhythms and divine techniques furiously.

Even as Ding Huan's blade was still gathering momentum, Jie Gun sensed a thread of death.

If he continued to underestimate Ding Huan, he might truly capsize in a ditch.

Yi Jie roared: "Eyelid-fucker, dry-wood dog, how dare you, you pig, fight my Master Huan? Why don't you step on dog shit and die?"

It was clearly an insult—and Yi Jie himself was a pig.

Yet Jie Gun felt an intense discomfort beneath his feet, even a psychological urge to fall.

Even if it was an illusion, Jie Kun didn't want to endure it any longer.

If this continued, he'd definitely suffer: "Feng Yu Daozu, why aren't you acting yet? What are you waiting for?"

Jie Gun knew well: Feng Pu and Yi Qi Daozu were unlikely to intervene.

Previously, when Tianmeng clan elites invaded the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains, Feng Pu and Yi Qi Daozu intervened—and they merely watched from the sidelines, which led to those two being injured.

After that incident, those two held deep resentment toward them.

The reason they hadn't fought yet was merely superficial restraint.

Now, in this opportunity, Feng Pu and Yi Qi Daozu would certainly not act.

So he could only seek help from Feng Yu Daozu.

Feng Yu stared in shock at Ding Huan—he had long known Ding Huan was Ding Xiaotu.

He never imagined Ding Huan could be this powerful.

Thinking back to how Ding Huan had concealed his cultivation and appearance before him without a trace, he felt a chill of dread.

Now, with Jie Gun urging him to act, he hesitated.

Should he act?

If he acted, killing Ding Huan would be ideal.

But what if he failed to kill Ding Huan?

He unconsciously glanced toward Qing Sha Daozu.

Qing Sha Daozu's artifact was the Chaos Banner; Ling Zhu Zhen's was the Broken Domain Banner.

Both wielded banner artifacts; now their domains clashed, their banner shadows and Dao rhythms entangled, while the void shattered with the tearing sounds of collapsing laws.

Feng Yu Daozu's heart sank.

Could this man brought by Ding Huan be no weaker than Feng Yu Daozu himself?

When had another Seventh Step Dao cultivator appeared in the great universe?

At that moment, he heard Ding Huan's voice:

"Zhuo Qing Feng, you'd better step back. Otherwise, even if my friend and I leave today, we'll come visit your Feng Yu World in the future…"

Hearing Ding Huan's words, Feng Yu Daozu shuddered—and genuinely stepped back.

He realized: though he had offended Ding Huan and Yan Zhuo, he had never actually attacked them.

The one who attacked was Qing Sha Daozu.

That meant, right now, he had no great grudge against Ding Huan.

If he acted now, the grudge would become immense.

If he killed Ding Huan, fine—but what if he failed?

In fact, could he kill Ding Huan?

Feng Yu Dao Ancestor was very certain—even if he himself made a move, he couldn't kill Ding Huan today.

Setting aside whether Feng Pu and Yi Qi Dao Ancestor on the side would step in to help Ding Huan, even if they didn't.

With Ding Huan's strength and that of his friends, leaving this place today would be very simple.

Letting Ding Huan leave, his Feng Yu World would never know peace again.

He could almost be certain that once Ding Huan targeted him, Dao Ancestor Qingsha and Dao Ancestor Zihe would absolutely not care in the slightest.

Only Bai Chi would step in to help at a time like this.

Ding Huan wasn't surprised that Feng Yu retreated—this fellow was utterly hollow, afraid of everything.

With no more interference from others, Ding Huan stopped holding anything back, and the Calamity-Breaking Blade momentum erupted completely.