Chapter 787 - 776: Zhang Mancheng
Ding Ling was obviously a new ghost.
Moreover, it seemed like he had just died recently, incredibly frail.
To deal with such a new ghost,
Hex Yi didn’t even dare to use his weapon, afraid that he might accidentally kill Ding Ling!
If that happened, how could he torment Ding Ling?
How could he vent his resentment and murderous intent?
So, he prepared to knock down Ding Ling first, then proceed with the torture!
If he didn’t torment Ding Ling to the point of wishing for death, he wouldn’t be called Hex Yi!
However, to Hex Yi’s great surprise, the moment his fist struck out, he was uncontrollably sent flying the next instant.
"What’s happening?!"
Hex Yi was puzzled, but soon, a sharp pain emerged from his chest, and as he lowered his head slightly to look, he saw a hole the size of a bowl!
"Who did this?!"
"When did such a heavy injury appear?"
Bam!
Hex Yi heavily fell to the ground, directly crushing several ghost soldiers. He struggled to get up, only to find his soul power frantically leaking out. Knowing he was doomed, he couldn’t help but wail.
Hearing the wails, other Yellow Turban leaders rushed out crazily. Upon seeing the scene, they looked at Hex Yi in disbelief:
"Who did this?"
Hex Yi didn’t know either, but instinctively pointed at Ding Ling:
"Him, him!"
"And who are you?!"
A huge man standing three meters tall glared at Ding Ling:
"A mere little ghost could actually wound Marshal Hex?!"
He couldn’t believe it and commanded the Yellow Turban Army all around:
"Go, capture him for me!"
Boom!
The Yellow Turban Army swarmed forward, wielding knives and swords, charging at Ding Ling.
Ding Ling casually swung the sword in his hand.
The next instant!
A surging sword river appeared, like the Milky Way plunging straight into the Ninefold Heaven, instantly scattering thousands of Yellow Turban troops. Boom! The Sword River was unstoppable, continuing towards the three-meter-tall warrior with overwhelming momentum.
Seeing the situation, Ding Ling prepared to confront them head-on.
Ethics before arms.
Since ancient times.
If ethics didn’t work,
then arms would have to be used.
Not to mention, this Yellow Turban Army harbored many of his mortal enemies.
There was absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.
Thinking of this, Ding Ling sighed inwardly and strolled forward. Wherever he passed, it was like a fast ship splitting the waves, unstoppable and unimpeded, and in just a moment, he arrived in front of the three-meter-tall warrior.
As the warrior roared, the Sword River suddenly accelerated, engulfing him and piercing him like a sieve.
"How could it be this strong?!"
"A mere little ghost!"
"I, Zhang Mancheng, am a Divine Envoy! How could I die here?!"
The three-meter-tall warrior was Zhang Mancheng, a grand marshal commanding no less than 100,000 elite troops of the Yellow Turban Army, dominating one side with little opposition.
He only took orders from no more than three people, the Great Virtuous Master included.
No one else was qualified to command him.
Yet such a fierce warrior, capable of crushing Marshal Hex and others, just died at the gate of the Yellow Turban Army camp.
"Hiss!"
The remaining Yellow Turban generals gasped, retreating in panic and fleeing, each with eyes full of incredulity and disbelief:
"Clearly no Ghost Qi. Looks like a new ghost! How did he instantly kill Marshal Zhang?! How did he do it?!"
"Marshal Zhang alone could easily contend with 100,000 ghost soldiers! Yet this man killed such a grand marshal?! It’s terrifying!"
"It’s unimaginable how he just casually swung his sword and unleashed a Sword River that could slay Marshal Zhang!"
...
All the Yellow Turban troops were stunned.
Some ghost soldiers and generals roared for revenge for Zhang Mancheng, while more panicked and fled in fear.
Ding Ling’s Sword Realm unfolded, enveloping Zhang Mancheng’s soul body, starting to strip away the stream of consciousness.
At the same time,
the Ghost Sword in his hand occasionally swung out, Sword Qi streaking through the void like streaming light, with every sweep, bang bang bang! Ghost soldiers and generals shattered like bubbles.
Confronting Ding Ling’s sword,
they seemed made of paper.
This further terrified those ghost generals choosing to flee, making each of them run faster.
[Advanced Ghost Blade Condensation Technique Full Level]
’Hmm?’
’This technique.’
Ding Ling pointed the sword in his hand skyward, and in the next instant, the Soul Qi and Ghost Qi of the slain souls surged wildly towards the Ghost Sword. Visibly, the Ghost Sword continuously refined and strengthened.
From an ordinary weapon state, it began transforming towards a high-quality Ghost Blade state.
When Zhang Mancheng’s Ghost Qi was fully absorbed, clang!
The Ghost Sword advanced to an ordinary Middle Tier Ghost Blade, with its density, toughness, sharpness, all doubling. Clang clang!
Ding Ling lightly swung the sword, a chill radiated to the Nine Void!
With the clanging sound, the Sword Qi emitted from the Ghost Sword became even more brilliant and sharp.
"I didn’t expect Zhang Mancheng to possess an advanced Ghost Blade Condensation Technique; wouldn’t that mean he has an advanced Ghost Blade Forging Technique?"
Ding Ling pondered.
Advanced Meditation Techniques are a hundred times stronger than Ordinary Meditation Techniques, to say the least.
Similarly, advanced Ghost Blade Condensation Techniques surpass Ghost Soldier Condensation Techniques by more than a hundred times.
One can imagine how powerful advanced Ghost Blade Forging Techniques must be.
Ding Ling strolled forward.
Since he had made a killing move,
there was no reason to hold back.
He wielded the sword from time to time.
The Sword River, like a dragon, eroding and covering everything in its path, reducing all to decay and oblivion.
Woosh woosh!
The surging Ghost Qi rushed towards the Ghost Sword like tidal waves. Visibly, the Ghost Sword kept strengthening, and in no time, as thousands were slain, the Ghost Sword evolved once again into an ordinary High Tier Ghost Blade.
At this stage, the Ghost Blade was even bulkier, sharper, and more durable.
In cutting and stabbing, it was no less than a true weapon in the mortal realm!
Clop clop!
With the sound of galloping ghost horses, Ding Ling looked towards the noise and saw an army of no less than tens of thousands of cavalry charging towards his position. At the forefront was a man wielding a long spear, clad in a Taoist robe, with sharp eyes exuding authority without anger.
Behind him, a flag fluttered in the wind.
Inscribed with large characters:
General Ren Gong!
"The third brother of the Great Virtuous Master Zhang Jiao, General Ren Gong Zhang Liang?"
Ding Ling turned his head.
Apart from Zhang Liang,
Ding Ling saw several familiar faces: Heaven-Cutting Yaksha Hex Man, Huang Shao, Liu Pi, Ma Zhong...
Ma Zhong was there too, which Ding Ling didn’t expect.
This man was the strongest assassin in the Three Kingdoms World!
Back then, Ding Ling even had to duel him in acting to kill him.
Now, meeting his enemy,
besides shock, Ma Zhong couldn’t help but show a cruel, pleased expression.
Not just him,
Liu Pi, Hex Man, and others were the same.
"Was it you who made a sudden incursion into our camp and killed Marshal Zhang and the others?!"
From afar, Zhang Liang roared.
Strangely,
compared to the Eastern and Western Regions,
this Northern Region seemed to carry sound further, so more and more people were flocking towards Ding Ling’s position.
The Yellow Turban troops who fled earlier were now swept back into the mix, charging forth involuntarily.