Chapter 788 - 777: General Ren Gong
"It’s him!"
A member of the Yellow Turban Army pointed at Ding Ling, his face filled with fear, and said:
"General Ren Gong, he is the one who killed Marshal Zhang and Marshal Hex!"
’Just a mere little ghost!’
Zhang Liang looked sideways, unable to believe:
"How is it possible?!"
’I would never dare deceive General Ren Gong. If the general doesn’t believe me, he can ask others.’
The ghost soldier said in a panic.
"No need to ask."
Zhang Liang continued riding swiftly, as usual, without stopping. He pointed his long spear at Ding Ling and shouted:
"Just a mere little ghost, with no ghostly aura, yet able to turn the tide against marshals, he must be relying on some kind of Divine Object! The power from that Divine Object must be limited. Charge at him, and once he’s exhausted the energy, he’ll be like a lamb waiting for us to slaughter!"
"Kill him!"
With Zhang Liang’s order.
The ghost generals around him accelerated and charged out.
Heaven-Cutting Yaksha Hex Man charged the fastest. Standing a full three meters tall, he was mightily dominant, raising his iron rod high in laughter as he neared Ding Ling, then brought it down heavily towards him.
"Take this!"
Boom!
The staff was like a Heaven-Supporting rod, and as it slammed down, ripples surged in the void, and whirlwinds sprang into existence, crashing down towards Ding Ling.
Ding Ling didn’t even raise an eyebrow, merely flicked his Ghost Sword lightly.
Clang!
In the next moment, a Sword River struck back with unexpected swiftness, rushing towards the Heaven-Supporting Staff, and in an instant, not only shattered and crushed the giant staff but also pierced through Hex Man’s body and his mount.
Crash!
The torrents of the Sword River where they passed, shattered all ghost horses, ghost soldiers, and ghost generals.
It was like a volcanic eruption, covering the earth with flowing lava, with no person or thing spared.
All perished in this ’calamity’!
Even Hex Man, strong as three meters, and over a dozen other two-meter-tall ghost generals, were instantly crushed and obliterated!
"How is it possible?!"
This time Zhang Liang saw it clearly and was taken aback:
"He clearly is a new ghost!"
His gaze shifted to the Ghost Sword in Ding Ling’s hand, his eyes burning with interest:
"It must be the sword in his hand causing trouble. Charge and take the sword from his hand!"
"Kill him!"
Even though Huang Shao, Liu Pi, and other generals were scared to death, they still gritted their teeth and charged forward.
Ma Zhong, deeply hidden within the army formation from afar, bent his bow and shot a three-foot Shadow Arrow towards Ding Ling!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The Shadow Arrow flew silently, wielded by the undead Ma Zhong, it was unfathomable, sharp, eerie, and overwhelmingly powerful. With a swishing sound, the Shadow Arrow flew through the clouds and waves, arriving before Ding Ling in an instant, seemingly about to strike him. As it approached, Ding Ling’s entire body was flickering with sword light.
Crackle!
The three Shadow Arrows struck Ding Ling, but it was like tofu hitting the body of a great mountain, shattering and disintegrating from head to shaft in a flash.
"...!!!"
Ma Zhong was dumbfounded and couldn’t comprehend:
"If he truly is a new ghost, how can he have such strong Protective Qi! Could it be that he too has been dead for a long time?! But that’s impossible. Just a year ago, there was a member from the Black Mountain Army who joined the Northern Camp and mentioned that Ding Ling had already ascended! He wasn’t dead, and was thriving in the Upper Realm! Given this, how can he as a new ghost be so strong?!"
Ma Zhong couldn’t figure it out.
Yet he dared not approach Ding Ling, staying at a distance to take stealthy shots.
Clang!
Ding Ling walked forward casually.
He swung his sword again and again.
Sword rivers surged forward, flowing towards Liu Pi and the others, covering them.
"Ah!"
"No!"
...
Amidst screams, shouts, and roars.
These people were devoured and obliterated by the Sword River.
Ding Ling’s Sword Realm spread, peeling away at the ghost generals’ stream of consciousness.
[Heaven-Supporting Staff Technique Full Level]
[Advanced Ghost Blade Forging Technique Full Level]
Ding Ling obtained over a dozen excellent Secret Skills.
Among them, the Advanced Ghost Blade Forging Technique, combined with the Advanced Ghost Blade Condensation Technique, instantly caused a fundamental transformation in his Ghost Sword.
Whoosh!
The spectral energy from the deceased Hex Man, Liu Pi, and others was devoured and forged by the Ghost Sword.
The Ghost Sword visibly grew stronger.
It became increasingly thinner.
The more it was forged, the thinner it became.
But its weight and quality only grew heavier.
As if compressed a thousand layers deep.
Once the tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and generals charging in were devoured and refined clean by his Ghost Sword.
The Ghost Sword ascended another level.
It upgraded to the Divine Weapon Initial Tier Ghost Blade.
Reached the Divine Weapon Stage.
The Ghost Blade honed its edge, its power more evident! With any casual slash, the damage and destruction to the undead increased more than tenfold!
"Not bad."
Ding Ling was quite satisfied, as he looked towards Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang was also watching him, his face changing from rosy to pale, and then to ashen, a testament to the intensity of emotion:
"Who are you really?!"
Zhang Liang shouted.
"Ding Ling."
"Ding Ling?"
Zhang Liang recalled:
"Could it be the Guardian God of the Great Wei Kingdom, the First-Rank Prince?! That Alien Ding Ling who ascended to other worlds and still remained king and overlord?"
"Indeed."
"Are you dead?"
Zhang Liang asked uncertainly.
"Whether I’m dead or not is not important."
Ding Ling sighed and said:
"I originally didn’t want to be an enemy of the Great Virtuous Master, but alas, alas..."
He swung a sword towards Zhang Liang.
"Ah!"
Zhang Liang, standing four meters tall, was much stronger than Hex Man. His ghostly steed was mountain-like. Now seeing the attack coming, alarm bells rang in his heart, and all the hair on his body stood up uncontrollably as he witnessed the torrent of the incoming Sword River.
Zhang Liang felt an extremely strong and clear sense that: He couldn’t stop it!
"I don’t believe!"
Zhang Liang roared, slashing a blade towards Ding Ling’s direction!
Yellow Heaven Technique!
A Dream of Spring and Autumn Cut!
With the slash, an illusory blade light entwined with two strange spiral qis—neither alive nor dead—rushed towards the Sword River.
Boom!
Very soon, the Sword River and blade light collided, yet the expected clash of equals did not occur; in an instant, the blade light was breached by the Sword River.
"Even the Yellow Heaven Technique has failed!"
Zhang Liang was filled with dread, eyes wide, and without hesitation, leaped into the air, stepping on the void, turned around, and fled.
He realized the absolute gap between himself and Ding Ling.
Though unsure where the problem lay, he felt certain that to continue would mean death.
And this death surely meant his soul would disperse.
Zhang Liang did not want to die, nor did he dare die!
Crash!
The Sword River, like a Galactic waterfall, cascaded down from the heavens, engulfing tens of thousands of ghost generals and soldiers.
"Ah!"
"Run!"