Chapter 1122: I’d Like to Ask All You Junior Uncles, Senior Uncles, and Great-Grandmasters to Kill Them All!
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The ferocious Anomalous Phenomenon that Luo Kong had manifested shattered in an instant under the oppressive aura of the assembled junior uncles, senior uncles, and great-grandmasters as soon as Lu Ding spoke.
His entire body immediately suffered crushing pressure.
Cracking, crunching sounds came from his bones as they groaned under the unbearable weight. Lines of fissures crawled across Luo Kong's body, and blood sprayed uncontrollably from the cracks.
Then, with a loud crack.
Luo Kong's feet instantly twisted, deformed, broke, and shattered. He could no longer hold himself up and collapsed to his knees, using both hands to struggle to support his body.
He, the esteemed leader of a cult, a regional hegemon at the Deification Ninth Level, was being forced into such humiliation, kneeling before some child. The shame in his heart was immense.
But he didn't dare show even a trace of it.
Because standing beside Lu Ding were over a hundred formidable Deification Ninth Level cultivators.
Any single one of them, taken alone, had the power to thrash him.
He didn't understand. He couldn't comprehend where the Great Han had found such monsters, and how the Great Han had gotten involved with such a force.
This wasn't fair. The world was unjust!!!!!
"I... I..."
BANG!!!
A kick came flying, hitting Luo Kong square in the face and sending him sprawling to the ground. As he looked up, he saw Lu Ding, clad in his scholar-warrior sleeves, raising a hand to pat imaginary dust off his boot as he spoke: "Can't even get a sentence out straight. You really are a useless piece of trash."
He put his foot down.
Stepping on Luo Kong's face, grinding it in as he said: "Where's that imposing Profound Nether Cult Leader who was sanctioning the Great Han, resisting the Great Han? Don't just lie there like a dead dog, unable to stand up."
"Where's all that arrogant spirit you used to have? Bring it out!!!!!"
"What goes around comes around. Now the retribution is here. You should be tough about it!"
Luo Kong, suppressed by the aura of the Lü Mountain group, couldn't move an inch and could only endure Lu Ding's insults, speaking with difficulty: "A... a petty person getting his moment of glory!!!"
Lu Ding laughed. "A petty person getting his moment of glory?"
He turned his head to look at the Profound Nether Cult members who were blocked outside by the aura of the uncles and great-grandmasters, unable to get in.
"I'd like to ask all you junior uncles, senior uncles, and great-grandmasters to kill them all. Every last one."
The moment the words fell.
The demon that had been bound to the Flying Vessel, pulling it along, was instantly released. In a flash, demonic energy surged to the heavens, reflecting the eighteen levels of the hell realms in all their tragic horror upon the world.
The roars of demonic beasts rang out throughout the entire Profound Nether Cult.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
One terrifying aura after another erupted from the Lü Mountain elders, driving forth worldly calamities and anomalous phenomena that swept across everything.
Drought, flood, frost, wildfire, meteor, earthquake...
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. Various talismans interwove through the heavens and earth, colliding—each displaying their Divine Abilities. When they merged, it showed they were from the same sect.
Void shattered, revealing a sea of purple lightning, representing the will of the heavens, punishing all.
Wailing sounds continuously blew out from the gaps in the broken space, carried by the astral wind, as if the heavens themselves were weeping.
Blood Rain fell.
It drenched the entire Profound Nether Cult region, visible from tens of thousands of miles away.
A powerful expert cried out in shock.
"Th-the Profound Nether Cult has actually attracted such a heaven-and-earth-mourning calamity! Which force is this, making a move against the Profound Nether Cult!?"
Immediately, countless gazes turned toward the Profound Nether Cult.
They saw ten thousand demons standing tall, adding to the slaughter.
They saw over a hundred human figures, divine fire on their bodies—yet external things—themselves eternal, a single point of immortal light burning bright.
Illuminated by the lightning sea.
They were like gods and like demons, yet their immortal aura endured.
But this was not praise; it was another way to express fear.
Whether god or demon, both could be traced, both had references for comparison.
In the present world, everyone was walking this path to godhood.
But immortals were illusory and ethereal.
Gods had rules; immortals valued freedom, with no taboos, acting according to their hearts.
Over a hundred Lü Mountain strongmen bombarded the entire area without mercy. They didn't care who was strong and who was weak. Under one blow, all beings were equal, strength and weakness irrelevant—everyone died anyway.
The blood of the Profound Nether Cult members was staining this ravaged land.
Lu Ding, still stepping on Luo Kong, spoke slowly: "This is what you call a petty person getting his moment of glory."
He picked up his long blade. "Cult Leader Luo, dying at the hands of a petty person like me... You must feel humiliated, don't you?"
Luo Kong looked at Lu Ding, who was holding the blade, with some disbelief. "You... you want to kill me?"
"Do you know what the consequences will be if you kill me?!"
Lu Ding raised his hand, pointing to the over a hundred Lü Mountain experts in the sky. "Whatever the consequences, my hundred-plus fellow sect elders will bear them."
"Or do you think this collared dog of yours still has the strength to bite back?"
Lu Ding raised his blade, flicking his wrist to send a palm-breeze sweeping away the hair hanging down Luo Kong's neck.
Seeing that Lu Ding was serious, and that he was about to die in this humiliating pose, no different from an execution, Luo Kong panicked.
"No... you can't kill me. The Profound Nether Cult is partners with the Divine Sword Holy Land, with Qi State, with Lu State, with Jade Cauldron Mountain. If you kill me, they will avenge me. Then they'll join forces to besiege the Great Han, they'll..."
Lu Ding listened without speaking. He brought the blade down.
The Way of the Jinche sliced through, and a fine head flew into the air.
Only then did his voice rise: "Killing you is like slaughtering a dog. If they dare to disobey or refuse to submit, killing them won't be any different from killing you."
If this were a personal grudge.
Then Lu Ding would definitely take crazy revenge, considering nothing. After killing, he would just leave.
But not between nations.
If he really wiped out all the forces like the Divine Sword Holy Land.
Then the Great Han would face difficulty annexing their territories.
It might incite resistance among the people in the regions they governed.
No matter how corrupt a force or a nation, as long as it had been passed down, its supporters would be numerous.
Whether the Divine Sword Holy Land, Qi State, Lu State, or Jade Cauldron Mountain, they all had their own popular support.
And none of these forces or nations had reached their end.
So, they needed to boil the frog slowly. It wasn't about not killing, but killing slowly, bit by bit, using the Great Han's strengths to continuously replace them until they were all eliminated and completely supplanted.
Then there would be no more of these messy nations and forces.
Only one identity would have a voice: the Great Han!!!
The mighty die in calm. Even when his head was separated from his body, Luo Kong still couldn't believe that Lu Ding really dared to kill him.
He couldn't accept it either.
His glorious life, ending in such humiliation.
No great battle, no going all out.
No earth-shattering climax, no harrowing spectacle.
Only this: being trampled underfoot like a wild dog, and decapitated with one stroke of the blade.
Feeling the pain transmitted by his nerves and the irretrievable, rapid loss of his life force.
This was the death he least wanted to accept.
"It... it hurts..."