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"I'm coming!!!"
The Songyuan Valley Sect Leader roared as he furiously charged into the sky.
Techniques, artifacts, artifacts—endless streams of them. After all, he was a sect leader. Whether in foundation, talent, or combat power, he stood well above the average Spirit Refinent Ninth Layer cultivator.
But unfortunately, the three Dinghai Pearls spinning around Lu Ding were too shaless.
One pearl equaled one sea. As for how big one sea was, that was a variable, its upper limit dependent on Lu Ding.
They rotated with unadorned simplicity, using pure mass to block and destroy everything.
Their perfectly smooth surfaces could deflect any attack that hadn't reached the critical threshold.
However, Songyuan Valley didn't just have their sect leader as a powerhouse.
Though they were now in two different worlds, living two separate lives.
The knowledge Lu Ding had learned from his nine years of compulsory education in his previous life was still chasing after him.
This was the so-called Tian Ji's horse racing strategy.
The investigators Lu Ding had brought were mostly geniuses from Hanjing—at the Fifth and Fourth Restrictions, none had reached God Ascension or Spirit Refinent.
And within Songyuan Valley, it wasn't like this was a specially arranged dungeon. Things weren't that coincidental. While their faction's number of God Ascension and Spirit Refinent cultivators wasn't massive, they could still easily pull together more than a handful.
The geniuses Lu Ding had brought could gang up and punch above their weight, dealing with God Ascension cultivators. But when it ca to facing Spirit Refinent cultivators, they were still lacking.
But no matter.
It wasn't Lu Ding's fault that the Songyuan Valley Sect Leader was useless and couldn't hold him back.
Fighting while retreating.
Pulling the battlefield.
With a single kick that sent the Songyuan Valley Sect Leader flying.
Lu Ding's figure appeared behind a Spirit Refinent Third Layer Qi Refiner from Songyuan Valley. Judging by appearances, this one was even an elder, his white hair flying wildly. He was handling the siege of investigators with ease, even injuring quite a few of them.
But every ti he tried to finish soone off, another investigator would bravely step in to share the burden and block the blow.
The 749 Bureau had reached where it was today not because it was like those organizations written as powerful on paper but pathetic in actual performance.
Their various newly improved techniques, weapons, artifacts, and equipnt were far ahead of other feudal nations and factions.
This was also why outsiders didn't dare let the Great Han develop unchecked.
Under normal circumstances.
Fifth Restriction investigators couldn't withstand attacks from Spirit Refinent cultivators.
But these genius investigators from Hanjing had plenty of good stuff.
Among them was the modified Celestial Demon Multiplication Technique, seized from the demonic cultivator factions. Other places might treat sothing like this as a trump card secret technique, or shout about justice and destroy it. But the Great Han? Black cat, white cat—if it catches mice, it's a good cat. If there are flaws, you modify them.
Once modified, it went into the library, divided into three volus—upper, middle, and lower. The upper volu was free to all, while the middle and lower ones could be exchanged with contribution points.
Of course, this treatnt was only available at the Hanjing 749 Director-General's Office. After all, it was the capital.
Location advantages were an inherent benefit—you had to accept it!
Just like in Lu Ding's previous life, so people got into Tsinghua with just over 200 points.
One Fifth Restriction couldn't withstand it? Then use the Celestial Demon Multiplication Technique—ten, twenty, even more, everyone shares and bears the burden together!!!!
Of course, it was only for resistance and delay, not actual defiance. The gap was still there. And this resistance wasn't without cost—at best, it could prevent a colleague from being killed with a single palm strike.
But it was exactly their delay that gave Lu Ding the opportunity to help them out.
The old Songyuan Valley elder at Spirit Refinent Third Layer, who had been attacking fiercely, saw his vision blur. Lu Ding was hanging upside down in the sky, pointing a finger, aiming the way of the spear at his face.
"Spirit Refinent Third Layer doesn't give you the right to act tough here."
The Songyuan Valley elder's pupils contracted. The Way of the Jinche exploded instantly. The sound of sharp edges cutting through flesh rang out. The Way of the Jinche cut through anything, impossible to resist—if it landed solidly, that ant death!!!
Death-substitute treasures.
Not everyone had them.
At least this Songyuan Valley elder didn't.
As the body pieces scattered and blood splattered, the Songyuan Valley Sect Leader, who had just been sent flying backward by the kick, charged in again, wielding a giant artifact axe, swinging it down at Lu Ding's head.
"Die already!!!!"
Boom!!!!
A dull, tallic crashing sound rang out.
The sharp giant artifact axe on Lu Ding's head warped and chipped at the blade. The rebound force was so strong that the Songyuan Valley Sect Leader's hand gripping the axe handle split open.
His face was full of disbelief.
"H-How... is that possible!!?"
Copper Head Iron Brain focused on defense. Though it had no other uses, for a single technique or spell, if its functions weren't nurous, it was bound to excel in one aspect. Things with few functions that weren't refined had long been washed away by the rolling tides of history.
Conventional, inertial thinking made everyone want to strike the opponent's head when facing them, hoping for a one-hit kill. Lu Ding was no different.
But his head was the hardest part of his entire body.
He took that axe strike squarely on the head. The axe energy spread out in waves, splitting mountains. Lu Ding didn't even have a scratch on his skin.
Instead, the Songyuan Valley Sect Leader had delivered himself right to his front.
Raising his hand, Mountain-Shaking Earth-Quaking amplified his imnse force, breaking through wind resistance. Air turned to mist, flowing between Lu Ding's fingers like white ribbons wrapped around them, sparks flying up.
The mont Lu Ding's palm pressed against the Songyuan Valley Sect Leader's chest.
Purple Tenuity Heavenly Fire erupted violently!
Boom!!!!
Flas shot into the sky. A fire pillar burst from Lu Ding's hand as a single point, shooting straight toward the heavens. Deep purple flas burned the air with crackling sounds, tearing open space itself.
The Songyuan Valley Sect Leader, caught within the fire pillar, carbonized and cracked inch by inch, his life coming to an end once again.
Lu Ding's voice rang out: "Why do you keep delivering yourself to my doorstep?"
As his words fell, the Songyuan Valley Sect Leader, resurrected again by the death-substitute treasure, heard them clearly.
Death's repeated assaults were wearing him down ntally and physically.
Especially when he looked up and found Lu Ding picking and choosing his kills among Songyuan Valley's strong ones. The old man's ntality was starting to crack.
They all said redemption weakened you by three parts while darkening strengthened you tenfold. He had just darkened—how was he still losing to Lu Ding!?
Without his restraint.
Lu Ding ntally controlled the Dinghai Pearls. In his left hand, the Way of the Jinche slashed. In his right hand, the petals of the Ticket Wind flew. There was no indiscriminate blanket coverage, only precise, rapid point-killing.
Look at that Songyuan Valley strongman who, just a second ago, was invincibly beating back and injuring investigators~
The next second, he shattered.
Lu Ding stood in the sky, working his hands like so ritual. His two hands moved like a music conductor's, busily directing. Sohow, inexplicably, Songyuan Valley's people were dying row by row.
On the ground, the investigators followed Lu Ding's rhythm of killing the enemy's strong ones and breaking through their defenses!!!
Pouncing and killing!!!!
Every single one of their faces was twisted in rage, their eyes bloodshot from killing.
Was this still the 749 Investigation Bureau? This was the 749 New City Mafia.
Songyuan Valley's people were miserable beyond words. Countless gazes turned toward their sect leader—the old man. They didn't speak, but their eyes seed to say:
'Sect leader, stop him!!!'
'Sect leader, we're counting on you!!!'
The old man's heart was bitter. Counting on !?
If I could actually beat him, would I keep dying!?
But the Songyuan Valley Sect Leader still reignited his fighting spirit. At least, in this mont, they had inflicted casualties on the investigators Lu Ding had brought.
Better to stand and live, never kneel and die!!!!
But then, the next second.
A dragon's roar shook the heavens.
'Roarrrr!!!!'
Lu Ding directly summoned the Eight-Dragon Sandalwood Chariot, and the Azure Dragon among them shone with unique brilliance.
Compared to the roles of the other dragons.
The Azure Dragon in the Eight-Dragon Sandalwood Chariot was described as follows.
"The Azure Dragon crosses the heavens, Yi Wood shines at noon, parting the clouds passing through, restoring clarity."
In other words, it could heal wounds.
As the Azure Dragon roared and its radiance scattered down, one injured investigator after another beca vigorous and fierce again. A group-wide HP restore.
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