Chapter 861: Kill

Chapter 861: Chapter 850: Kill

It can be imagined how intimidating Ding Ling has become to ordinary martial artists nowadays.

Despite Xiaang Wentian’s significant progress over the years, and having become a prestigious general in the Great Ming Dynasty on the Divine Eagle Plane,

compared to Ding Ling, it’s like a firefly to the bright moon, the difference is like heaven and earth, completely incomparable.

Therefore.

Upon seeing Ding Ling, Xiaang Wentian was shocked and trembling, unable to resist performing a grand salute.

He did not expect Ding Ling to suddenly appear on the Divine Eagle Plane.

He truly had no mental preparation!

However, he soon felt relieved, knowing that Yang Guo calls Ding Ling uncle, so he dared not strike hard against Yang Guo and showed mercy everywhere.

Now, it seems he made the right decision; otherwise, a killing gaze from Ding Ling, and he would be doomed.

“Uncle!”

Yang Guo was also surprised and delighted to see Ding Ling.

“Mm.”

Ding Ling nodded and smiled at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo was ecstatic and excited, especially when he saw Yelv Yan signaling him; his restless, agitated heart instantly calmed down.

His encounter, acquaintance, and love with Yelv Yan often allowed them to understand each other with just a glance.

The same was true at this moment; from Yelv Yan’s expression and eyes, he knew his uncle had already comprehended the general situation, making it easier to handle.

He had initially been worried that the wedding would be disrupted, and he and Yelv Yan might face accidents.

Now, it’s all good with his uncle here. Who dares to act impudently?

Everything will sail smoothly and have a festive conclusion!

Swish!

Other soldiers, trying to capture Yang Guo, saw Xiaang Wentian respectfully bowing to the ground first.

And Yang Guo addressing the suddenly appearing handsome young man as uncle!

The soldiers collectively paused, a bit confused.

But soon, they seemed to realize something, involuntarily drawing cold air, their pupils widening!

Especially some old soldiers seeing Ding Ling, becoming both surprised and delighted, simultaneously threw their weapons and kneeled, calling him Prince.

Seeing this, where would the new recruits dare to be negligent, all kneeling to hail Prince.

Only Da and Xiao Wu brothers rode on horseback, face blank, sitting bewildered on their mounts.

They were commanding generals.

Yet now, in this dense crowd of soldiers, none listened to them, reducing them to mere figureheads.

“Ah!”

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair suddenly surged from behind the Da and Xiao Wu brothers.

His hair and beard were oily and dark, his face deeply wrinkled, with vicious eyes full of hatred as he looked at Ding Ling. He charged forward like a steed, bursting from the crowd, aiming to kill Ding Ling. From afar, he fiercely hurled a spear at Ding Ling, with gnashing teeth, evidently wanting Ding Ling dead!

Whoosh!

The spear tore through the air, reaching Ding Ling in an instant. Ding Ling slightly raised his eyebrows, casually waved his hand without looking.

Bang! The spear seemed to gain sentience, suddenly reversed direction, and shot back at faster speed towards where it came from.

In less than half a blink.

Thud!

Like a swift beam, the spear vanished into the void. But hearing a thud sounded past the ears, upon looking again, the middle-aged man was pierced through the abdomen by the spear, seemingly propelled uncontrollable by the immense force on the spear straight onward.

He flew tens of meters away, before the spear embedded him into the estate’s surrounding wall, ceasing the trajectory.

Drip, drip!

The middle-aged man died instantly, blood gushed from his wound, dripping to the ground.

Da and Xiao Wu brothers watched with pale faces, sorrow written on:

“Father!”

As it turned out, the attacker was Wu Santong.

He was deranged.

Yet always remembered Ding Ling once hurt his two sons.

Therefore, upon seeing Ding Ling, he went berserk trying to kill Ding Ling.

However, Ding Ling was no longer the same.

Previously, he would consider the faces of Huang Rong, Guo Jing, sparing Wu Santong.

But now does Ding Ling need to consider these?

He only cares for Little Dragon Girl, and only looks after a few dear friends and relatives like Yang Guo. As for others, any daring offense would be met with due penalty.

“Ding Ling!”

Da and Xiao Wu brothers brandished a whip towards Ding Ling, full of hatred:

“You, you dare kill my father!”

“Huh?”

Ding Ling cast a gaze, thud, thud!

Da and Xiao Wu brothers rolled off their saddles, falling to the ground, their state unknown.

In an instant, Ding Ling’s Spirit Killing Sword had invisibly shredded their souls, pierced their Sea of Consciousness, making them truly living dead.

He wasn’t Guo Jing; he wouldn’t indulge Da and Xiao Wu.

Several years ago, these two brothers provoked him, even wishing to severely injure him.

Times change.

For Guo Fu, the reckless sister, their lack of brains was tolerable, but to openly hate him, isn’t that seeking death?

“…!!!”

Xiaang Wentian watched in astonishment, his limbs chilled, lying prostrate, not daring utter a word.

He realized he couldn’t compare over years.

Ding Ling’s decisive killings were sharper than ever!

This sort of person, exalted, would certainly not care about one like Xiaang Wentian dying.

Xiaang Wentian trembled in fear, thinking:

“Years ago I could still call Ding Ling Brother Ding, even spar with him in martial arts. Although not up to mark, not excessively disparate, not devoid of hope to chase.

But now?

Ding Ling’s mere gaze bears down on me like ten thousand mountains, unable to even contemplate resistance! Strong! Indeed, as the Alien said, evolved beyond comprehension and perception.”

Xiaang Wentian felt ashamed, sighed heavily.

All humans alike.

Years elapsed.

He moved with difficulty, progressing slowly, while Ding Ling?

Comparing Ding Ling.

His cultivation paced like snail, cow walking!

To the extent upon seeing Ding Ling again, intending to blurt ‘Brother Ding’ was forced into kneeling in admiration of the Great Emperor!

He knew his own constraint, aware the gap was tremendous, no longer qualified to call Ding Ling brother!

“The Wu Brothers just died like that?”

Yang Guo stood still, looking at Ding Ling:

‘Uncle, you killed Uncle Guo’s disciples, I’m worried…’

“Nothing to worry about.”

Ding Ling looked at Xiaang Wentian:

“Then trouble General Xiaang to clean up here. Afterwards, Yang Guo and Yelv Yan will continue the wedding.”

“Certainly.”

Xiaang Wentian solemnly said:

“The Great Emperor rest assured, today with me here, none shall disturb the feast.”

Ding Ling nodded nonchalantly, then walked with Little Dragon Girl towards the Main Hall of the estate.

Yang Guo, Yelv Yan exchanged looks, immediately following suite.

Meanwhile Xiaang Wentian quickly tidied up the site.

When ordering the transport of Da and Xiao Wu’s bodies, he found both still breathing, yet eyes shut tight, couldn’t be awakened.