Chapter 639 - 628: Yitian Dragon Slayer - Little Zhao

Ding Ling sighed softly.

How many times had he explained already?

If it weren’t for the fact that these two were considered righteous people, he would have ended them with a slap.

He wanted to leave directly but suddenly thought of the few people he had seen on the long street before, barely hanging on to life.

So he moved his form.

He executed the Free-Will Ascension Step and disappeared in an instant.

His Lightweight Body Technique had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished like a wisp of smoke before the two of them.

The God of Capture and the man in black couldn’t see how exactly Ding Ling disappeared. They only saw a flash of illusion in the void, and then, Ding Ling’s trace was completely gone.

"Ghost Tiger. Did you see where he went?"

The God of Capture looked shocked.

He had long heard of Ding Ling’s legend and strength.

Today he saw it.

Only then did he understand the saying that his reputation was well-deserved.

"No."

The man in black was none other than Ghost Tiger, one of Wuming’s three servants. His Lightweight Skill was superb, his Cultivation was impressive, and he had had many fortuitous encounters recently, causing his abilities to rise significantly, far surpassing the past. Yet even so, facing Ding Ling, he still felt a smallness and powerlessness akin to facing a towering mountain or looking at the ocean:

"Even my master has never given me such pressure! The oppressive feeling! Truly worthy of being a Mythical Level figure who can defeat Emperor Shitian!"

Ghost Tiger’s eyes were also filled with awe:

"Looking at his age, he is no more than a youth. Even if it is as the Aliens say, that Ding Ling’s Cultivation has reversed his age, making him young again, his actual age is still not great! At such an age, to have such astonishing Cultivation and Body Technique, it truly leaves others in the dust."

"Indeed."

The God of Capture looked into the distance:

’We are no match for Ding Ling, Elder Wuming should be arriving soon. When he arrives, we will have him accompany us to the World Association. I believe, with Elder Wuming’s intervention, Ding Ling will surely give us an explanation.’

Ghost Tiger let out a sigh.

The people were dead.

What good is an explanation?

Dead people cannot come back to life, after all.

As the two were conversing.

Whoosh whoosh!

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.

The two looked towards the direction of the sound, only to see an outstanding and composed middle-aged man, with a touch of transcendence in his demeanor, treading through the air.

Though he was taking one step at a time, seemingly slowly, he was moving like lightning, and in no time, arrived before Ghost Tiger and the God of Capture.

Behind this middle-aged man.

Were also a man and a woman, both with extraordinary appearances.

These three were none other than Wuming and his other two servants, Dragon King and Phoenix Dance.

The trio came together.

Wuming’s aura enveloped their forms, causing their speed to be as fast and swift as the wind, reaching the maximum.

"Greetings, Master (Salutations, Elder)!"

Ghost Tiger and the God of Capture hurriedly saluted Wuming.

Wuming nodded, looked behind the two of them, and upon seeing the situation in the Imperial Palace Main Hall, couldn’t help but tremble and show a sad expression, sighing:

"Alas. After all, I came a step too late!"

Seeing the expressions of the God of Capture and Ghost Tiger as if they had something to say, he said:

"Do you perhaps have some findings?"

The two then recounted the previous events.

Wuming listened, frowned, pondered for a while, and said:

"I know a little about Ding Ling’s matters. If he says he didn’t kill, then there is a certain possibility. At his level and strength, he should have no need to lie to deal with you."

"But the wounds on the people here are fresh, indicating they died not long ago. And Ding Ling happened to be here."

Ghost Tiger was puzzled.

"If he truly is a cold-blooded killer, do you think you and the God of Capture could safely stand here?"

Wuming’s words made the God of Capture and Ghost Tiger tremble, as if struck by lightning. They were suddenly enlightened, yet a sense of guilt arose in them, though they still had many unresolved questions in their hearts:

"If he didn’t kill them, why did he run?"

"Isn’t it because you two were shouting to attack and capture him?"

Wuming stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance:

"Just now, I seemed to sense an extremely special Sword Intent. This Sword Intent contained multiple layers of extremely complex Sword Intents. Who is it?"

He was moved:

"To be able to cultivate so many Sword Intents at once and melt them together perfectly, it’s extraordinary. Could it be he who killed them?!"

He moved like the wind, hurrying toward the sensed direction.

Soon after.

He arrived.

And saw a young man, with a towering stature, majestic demeanor, and handsome appearance, healing a dying girl of about sixteen or seventeen.

His keen vision could naturally see that this dying girl, under the treatment of the young man, was rapidly improving. The girl, who was about to die, with her feet almost stepping into the Ghost Gate.

Now, she was recovering at an astonishing speed.

Her face, which was as white as paper, began to turn rosy with blood color, and she looked like a sleeping beauty with exceptional beauty.

"Master."

Ghost Tiger and the others followed and arrived, seeing the young man, Ghost Tiger’s pupils constricted:

"Ding Ling!"

"Is he Ding Ling?"

Wuming was surprised, then relieved:

"I was wondering who could possess such complex and ultimate Sword Intent in their body, it turns out to be the Mythical Level powerhouse Ding Ling who can defeat Emperor Shitian."

The term "Mythical Level powerhouse" came from the Aliens.

Spread by many, widely recognized.

Naturally, Wuming also adopted such a way to refer to Ding Ling now.

"Master, do you want to..."

"Wait."

Wuming raised his hand to stop Ghost Tiger and the others, saying:

"Watch."

As they awaited.

A quarter of an hour later.

The girl whimpered softly and woke up.

She touched her neck in disbelief at first, then carefully sensed her own condition, and after confirming that she was well, she was a little dazed:

"I clearly, clearly remember I..."

The girl was dazed for just a moment, then noticed the warm hands on her back, turned her head, and met Ding Ling’s eyes.

In that instant.

The girl understood what had happened:

"You saved me."

"Yes."

This was a fact; Ding Ling had no reason to hide it.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The girl looked grateful, moved:

"My name is Little Zhao. May I know the benefactor’s name?"

"Little Zhao?"

Ding Ling had long noticed Wuming and his group approaching. If they didn’t attack, so be it. But if they did, Ding Ling certainly wouldn’t hold back anymore. Anyone could see he was saving people; how could Wuming not see? If so, how could Ding Ling show mercy then?

But evidently, Wuming was someone with an extraordinary bearing, far more composed than Ghost Tiger, and did not make a move but instead waited by the side.

In this point.

Ding Ling was quite appreciative.

After healing the girl, he intended to leave, but unexpectedly heard a familiar name, which caught him off guard.