I understand what Ding Ling wants.
So, after killing Liu Pi and others this ti.
She imdiately searched the large tent and indeed found so good things.
These items were found on Marshal Liu Pi, Huang Shao, Hex Yi, and others; Diao Chan’s keen eyes could discern the location of the treasure quickly, making her speed in searching the bodies very fast.
Once she found the items.
Ding Ling happened to enter, seeing the encouraging gaze from him.
Diao Chan was overjoyed.
If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t be as happy, but Ding Ling was different; she was his follower!
Receiving his approval and praise made Diao Chan feel a sense of accomplishnt and satisfaction.
At that mont.
She even considered, after returning, whether to find an appropriate opportunity to discuss with her sisters about teaching the Rouyun Saber Technique to Ding Ling.
After all, Ding Ling’s martial dao talent is terrifying.
The stronger Ding Ling is, the safer they feel.
Moreover, knowing Ding Ling was searching for secret manuals, how could they not give or support it?
"Let’s go!"
Ding Ling casually packed the spoils and carried them on his back.
Holding the Giant Que Sword, he charged forward.
Along the way, anyone who dared to block was effortlessly struck and sent flying by him.
The Human Emperor Swordsmanship was most suited for large, open spaces for slaughter.
Ding Ling laughed loudly, rushing through the Yellow Turban Army’s camp.
Anywhere he went, it was like a wave breaking through the river; no one could block his strike.
Even those secretly shooting cold arrows were casually blocked by Ding Ling.
"Shoot arrows, kill him!"
Still, so dared to stand out:
"We have the numbers, let’s kill them to avenge the Marshal."
Ding Ling leapt, shooting over two ters high, landing with his right foot on soone’s head, the imnse force directly crushed the person, causing a grim scream as the skull cracked.
Ding Ling executed the Ascending Skill and Wall-Climbing Technique, stepping on the heads of Yellow Turban Army soldiers, quickly soaring to the loudly shouting general of the Yellow Turban Army.
As he fearfully swung his saber toward Ding Ling.
Ding Ling laughed long, the Giant Que Sword shuddering as it condensed into flower patterns.
Puff!
Before the Yellow Turban Army’s general’s saber could fall, his head was already swept away by the Giant Que Sword, soaring into the sky.
A pillar of blood spouted from the neck.
Ding Ling leapt, avoiding the spray of blood, grabbing the falling head mid-air, with tiger eyes full of power, he scanned in all directions:
"Those who don’t want to die, feel free to try standing out!"
Such scenes.
Occurred in a flash.
Many hadn’t reacted before the general died.
Their hair stood on end.
So cowardly Yellow Turban generals saw Ding Ling was as badass as rumored, easily taking the head of the war general from the midst of armies!
No one dared to stick their head out anymore.
Simply wished to quickly send Ding Ling and Diao Chan, these two Plague Gods, away.
"Haha..."
Ding Ling laughed, casually tossing the head, speaking loudly:
"Seems you still have sense. Before leaving, I want to say a couple of things to you."
He activated his full-level acting, glancing arrogantly, his majestic aura spreading, his voice sonorous and powerful, exceptionally vigorous:
"I know you surely have spies from the Yuan Family among you. Go back and tell the Sect Leader of the Yuan Family, if you wish to sleep peacefully, not wanting to be unexpectedly beheaded at midnight, feel free to continue to issue the wanted orders to kill ."
He leapt, arriving beside Diao Chan, grabbing her, sprinting away, the Giant Que Sword dancing, the sword light dazzling, and no one along the way dared to obstruct:
"Make way for !"
A roaring shout.
Those who heard it were terrified, retreating violently.
Ding Ling laughed long, in Diao Chan’s sowhat intoxicated and admiring eyes, pulling her, sprinting all the way to the foot of the city wall, activating his body technique, stomping heavily, actually pulling Diao Chan into the air, climbing over the city wall several yards high, directly onto the wall, then a few strides, they ’flew’ straight over the wall.
Such scenes.
Observed by many players who were astounded and tongue-tied, declaring:
"Holy! How did Ding Ling train? How co he’s soaring through the air like characters in martial arts novels!"
"Incredible. That graceful figure beside him is Diao Chan, right? So strong! She’s a heroine among won. I saw her in action; ordinary Yellow Turban generals are like chicks in her hands, completely powerless to resist!"
"Isn’t Ding Ling the strongest one? Really overbearing, really amazing!"
"..."
"Sorry, I unintentionally uttered our cultural essence. Aside from those two words, I can’t think of any other words for my shock! I can only say Ding Ling truly embodies the figure of a hero in my imagination!"
...
Players were like this.
The natives were even more shocked, each looking at each other, clearly seeing confusion, bewildernt, and fear in each other’s eyes...
"All the Marshals are dead. What to do?"
"Heard Heaven-Cutting Yaksha Marshal Hex should arrive soon, then we’ll join him."
"That’s all we can do. Really, with no other option, we’ll join the army. But we’re Yellow Turban born; who knows if the regular army would accept us?"
...
So Yellow Turban soldiers worried about their future.
So haven’t recovered from what just happened:
"Ding Ling alone broke into our great army, killed so many Marshals and left calmly. He’s so strong! He’s stronger than the rumors said!"
"From now on, avoid him at all costs!"
...
[Achievent dal Acquired: Awe the Yellow Turban Army]
[Note: Your actions thoroughly intimidated the Yellow Turban Army! They will surely sing of your mighty na! Your War God na will undoubtedly spread wider and further!]
Ding Ling heard the notification sound.
Glanced at the character panel.
[3: You must make your War God na resound throughout the entire Plane World. 10%/100%.]
It was previously 5%.
After this period’s ferntation.
The matters of Wan City have already spread to many realms.
Ding Ling’s notoriety is increasingly louder.
The progress bar of the War God’s na keeps rising these days.
Recently it climbed to 9%.
It hardly moved.
And just after leaving the Yellow Turban Army’s camp.
It seed to imdiately rise to 10%.
Moreover, looking at the situation, there’s still room for growth.
Perhaps it will increase further soon.
Ding Ling slightly raised his eyebrows, nodding quietly.
Once he learns the thod of restraint.
When he defeats the strongest in the Plane.
If the related quests are completed.
He might not need to join forces with any lords.
Then going to a higher level world is not impossible.
But how exactly to proceed.
It will be discussed when that step is reached.
As his strength evolves, Ding Ling’s ntality and planning continuously change.
"How’s it going?"
Zhao Yun rode in and asked.
"Smoothly."
Diao Chan crisply replied.
As Zhao Yun relaxed, he also felt a bit disappointed.
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