Chapter 948

Qi Sha sneered at Chang Ru, paying him no mind at all, his gaze fixed instead on Ding Huan:

"You're Ding Huan. You killed someone in my Gods' Trading Tower—and killed my guardian, Wen Yi?"

Ding Huan stared blankly at Qi Sha before him, utterly baffled by the man's audacity.

Qi Sha was only one realm higher than him.

Is a Wuque Saint that impressive?

He himself was still a Liyan Saint, yet he stood merely one step away from becoming a Wuque Saint.

This wasn't due to insufficient insight—it was because he intended to witness the Gods' world before certifying his path to Wuque Sainthood.

Ding Huan truly didn't believe he'd lose to Qi Sha.

Since the very beginning of his cultivation, he had always followed twelve realms.

Even Saints followed the twelve transformations.

Is Qi Sha the same?

Where did this guy get his sense of superiority?

Ding Huan had no patience for this fool—if he wanted to fight, then fight. But since this was an ambush today, he wouldn't let Qi Sha escape.

Not only must Qi Sha not escape, but his soul-essence must be utterly obliterated.

"Ding Daofriend, this matter is my fault for dragging you into it. This man is Qi Sha, the Killing God of the Gods' Trading Tower—a ruthless killer who supposedly certifies his Dao through slaughter.

Leave now. Though I've certified the Mottled Dao, I can still hold off Qi Sha for a while."

To Ding Huan's surprise, Chang Ru was even more loyal—she seized her treasure and unleashed her domain, sweeping toward Qi Sha.

Qi Sha didn't even move—he simply punched forward.

In the void, Dao rhythms exploded, and divine laws shattered.

Chang Ru's domain was instantly ripped apart; already wounded, she spat a gout of blood and was flung backward.

Ding Huan was slightly surprised—Qi Sha's strength was even lower than he'd expected.

Shouldn't that punch have severely injured Chang Ru? Why did it merely tear her domain and force her back?

And this was while she was already injured.

Is this the Killing God?

"Huh… you're more capable than I thought."

Qi Sha let out a startled exclamation and moved to kill Chang Ru again.

Ding Huan stepped out of the Cosmic Cauldron and landed opposite Qi Sha.

He didn't even bother to retrieve the Cosmic Cauldron.

He had already seen Qi Sha's Dao rhythms and domain, and clearly observed the divine laws of that punch.

In Ding Huan's eyes, this man was no more than a match for Jing Xizhen—no stronger, not even by half a fraction.

And yet he's so arrogant?

Unless Qi Sha is concealing his true strength.

After slaying Wen Yi, he had gained a clearer understanding of his own progress.

"Boom!"

Ding Huan unleashed his domain—Qi Sha's domain, caught off-guard, was instantly shattered by Ding Huan's.

Qi Sha's heart tightened; he abandoned all thought of killing Chang Ru, his Dao rhythms swirling as his domain surged outward, while countless dense blade glimmers encircled his body.

If it came to the uniqueness of treasures, no one's treasure could surpass Qi

Sha's.

Others' billions of blade glimmers were illusions formed from Dao rhythms and divine laws.

But every one of Qi Sha's blade glimmers was real.

His treasure's name was Dao Sha.

It sounded like a single blade, and indeed it was a blade—but not just one blade.

To this day, no one knows how many blades Qi Sha possesses.

Once, during a battle, he summoned one million three hundred twenty thousand Dao Sha blades.

The opponent's Dao rhythms and divine laws couldn't pierce his blade space—he was literally shredded into fragments.

Chang Ru, watching from the side, was stunned—she never imagined Ding Huan could block Qi Sha's domain, let alone gain the upper hand from the start.

She didn't know that Ding Huan hadn't even used his full strength yet.

But she seemed to recall something and cried out urgently:

"Ding Daofriend, this man can sense your thoughts through fluctuations in divine law—be careful…"

Hearing this, Ding Huan suddenly understood—no wonder he'd felt strange divine laws constantly trying to seep into his domain.

At first, he'd thought it was Qi Sha's domain law.

Now he realized Qi Sha was delusional enough to try spying on his thoughts.

Ding Huan chuckled inwardly—let alone Qi Sha being merely a Wuque Saint, even if he were a Cosmic Lord—or even surpassed a Cosmic Lord—he'd never be able to probe Ding Huan's mind.

"You think this pathetic trick can spy on my thoughts? When I played with divine laws, you were still playing with mud."

Ding Huan sneered casually as the Soul-Eating Halberd frantically gathered killing momentum.

He'd forgotten that when Qi Sha was mastering divine laws, he might not even have been born.

Not "might"—he was definitely not born yet.

Qi Sha paid no heed to Ding Huan's mockery—his expression turned grave.

Any who hadn't certified the Dao Speech Sainthood, and were below the Seventh Step of the Dao—he had killed countless over the years.

As for the Eighth Step of the Dao, though he certified his path through slaughter and enjoyed killing, he didn't kill indiscriminately.

Under normal circumstances, he does not kill those on the Eighth Step of the Dao.

Even if he knows he can kill an Eighth Step of the Dao, he refuses to take the risk.

An Eighth Step of the Dao, even if not a Dao-Speaking Sage, still has a chance to match him in strength.

At this moment, the number of killing blades surrounding him multiplied wildly, and the sky was utterly engulfed in blade qi, completely enclosing the space of his duel with Ding Huan.

At first, he paid no heed to Ding Huan; but as their domains collided and he felt the killing might of Ding Huan's Soul-Eating Spear, Qi Sha grew wary.

Yet as the two prolonged their momentum buildup, Qi Sha suddenly felt a sense of peril—he realized his domain still could not hold back Ding Huan's.

Moreover, he suspected Ding Huan had not yet unleashed his full power.

"Are you a Dao-Speaking Sage?" Qi Sha's back prickled with cold as he spoke.

He had forged his Dao through killing, harvesting the lives of others, not his own.

But now that his own life was threatened, that would not do.

Ding Huan still couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this guy—the Breakthrough Blade was ascending, and this was his first time wielding the Soul-Eating Spear.

Qi Sha finally could not withstand Ding Huan's endless surge of killing aura and domain suppression.

Over a million killing blade artifacts transformed into solid blade rays, sweeping toward Ding Huan.

These were truly solid, not a single ounce of exaggeration.

Ding Huan exhaled in relief—it seemed Qi Sha truly had no more tricks, no hidden strength.

Previously, including Jing Xizhen, Lan Xihé, and all who knew of the Divine World's Dao-Speaking Sages, they had all claimed how immensely powerful the Divine World's Dao-Speaking Sages were.

Only after hearing Geng Yuan say that Mo Wujie and Lan Xiaobu had slain a host of Divine World's Dao-Speaking Sages and Wuque Sages did he begin to suspect Jing Xizhen and the others had exaggerated.

Today, seeing Qi Sha's combat prowess, he realized it was nothing special.

He had even thought Qi Sha had been concealing his true strength, causing him to hold back part of his own.

Clearly, Jing Xizhen's belief that he might not be a match for a Wuque Sage was surely influenced by the celestial laws of the outer Divine Islands of the Divine World,

and also by the doctrine established in the Divine World—that Dao-Speaking Sages are invincible.

With the methods of those powerful ones in the Divine World, turning such doctrines into Dao laws and embedding them within the Divine Islands was entirely possible.

Although he had never fought Jing Xizhen before, he could sense Jing Xizhen was no weaker than Qi Sha.

Since Qi Sha had only this much ability, Ding Huan had no reason to hold back.

The Soul-Eating Spear thrust forth, and in Ding Huan's domain space, the shattering sounds of infinite Dao laws exploded continuously.

Even Chang Ru, outside Ding Huan's domain, could still feel the overwhelming might of this spear thrust.

Boom—boom—boom!

Each spear ray struck precisely upon each of Qi Sha's killing blades.

Ding Huan's spear rays were forged from divine Dao resonance, imbued with his spear Dao's killing aura.

Qi Sha's millions of killing blades, however, were genuine artifacts.

Yet even so, every spear ray shattered the Dao law of a single blade, then sent the blade flying apart.

Chang Ru, though merely an ordinary Seventh Step of the Dao, could clearly see Ding Huan held the upper hand—easily, effortlessly.

That Ding Huan's Dao-forged spear rays could defeat each blade one-on-one proved his Dao concept vastly surpassed Qi Sha's.

She silently rejoiced—thank heaven she had never followed Wen Yi to seek out Ding Huan.

If she had gone, she would have been dead long ago.

Ironically, if she had been slain by Ding Huan, Qi Sha's reason for confronting Ding Huan today might well have been to avenge her.

Only now did Ding Huan truly understand what it meant to unleash a technique with a single strike.

As the Soul-Eating Spear tore through the killing blades, he felt the spear Dao's technique forming effortlessly at his will.

Chang Ru, watching from the side, saw Ding Huan's spear rays effortlessly rending Qi Sha's blades; Ding Huan himself felt the Soul-Eating Spear voraciously devouring the Dao resonance of the blades.

To avoid being engulfed by the spear rays, Qi Sha could only frantically activate his killing blades.

Ding Huan had no idea how many killing blades this man had forged—countless blades were hurled into the void, yet Qi Sha kept casting hand seals, spewing forth new blades endlessly.

The Soul-Eating Spear devoured more and more Dao resonance from the blades, seeming to grow excited.

At this moment, Ding Huan and the Soul-Eating Spear resonated together.

Ding Huan stepped forward, and his domain surged violently again; the killing aura of the Soul-Eating Spear exploded outward.

At this moment, Ding Huan stood as if in the midst of a battlefield, the Soul-Eating Spear greedily

devouring Dao resonance, his killing intent swelling to an overwhelming peak.

For ten thousand li around, spear rays filled the void, Dao sounds detonated, and the Soul-Eating Spear tore downward.

Crack!

Qi Sha's domain was utterly shredded, and countless killing blade artifacts were blasted into scattered ruin.

In desperation, Qi Sha was flung backward.

But he did not fly far, for Ding Huan's domain clung to him like a second skin, wrapping him tight.

"Brother Ding, I, Qi Sha, admit defeat—I am willing to recommend you into the Divine World, even make you one of the Sacred Protectors of the Divine Merchants' Pavilion…"

Qi Sha did not want to die.

He screamed internally—where the hell had this powerhouse come from?

Ding Huan sighed—though this guy's cultivation was two tiers above Wen Yi, he was still too weak to serve as a proper sparring partner.

His techniques had not fully matured.

But the Soul-Eating Spear was truly impressive—this artifact's ability to devour Dao resonance was exactly what Ding Huan loved.

To enter the Divine World? And become a Protector of the Divine Merchants' Pavilion?

Was the Divine Merchants' Pavilion even worthy?