First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!-Chapter 821: Wenwu Sleeve Smashed, the Grand Duke Furious, Consecutive Brutal Kills! (Master Shui)

Spell bombardment.

Amidst the unending explosions.

The Way of the Jinche dissipated.

Poor Old Ghost Lei, not only did he have to endure heavy blows from his allies, he was also being sliced into a thousand pieces by Lu Ding...

After the nine God Ascension experts continuously unleashed their spells.

Guan Long of the Dragon Tiger Gate frowned as he looked at the area where space was already distorted, where mountains had been pounded into basins, even abysses, and said, "He should be dead, right..."

Duan Tianli, the master of the Meteorite Sect, one of the three great sects, stared directly into the cloud of dust: "The auras are too chaotic, I can't sense anything. But facing such a frenzied bombardment from the nine of us, even if Lu Ding isn't dead, he's severely injured!!"

Yin Dao, the master of the Jade Blade Gate, looked down at his own hand holding the blade, which was trembling, a look of terror flashing in his eyes. He suddenly looked up.

His face was full of disbelief as he stared ahead: "How is this possible!!!!"

Boom.

Thunder rumbled.

The lightning flash that should have illuminated heaven and earth was instead replaced by a dense darkness that appeared at this moment, spreading across the sky, dispersing into veins, guiding everyone's gaze towards the starting point of that thunderous web.

Beneath the stormy thunderclouds, a human figure hung in the air, dark arcs of lightning coiling around his body.

Lu Ding, his upper body bare, spread his arms, feeling the baptism of lightning. With a light twist of his neck, crisp cracking sounds rang out.

As for Old Ghost Lei.

Of course, he was dead without a complete corpse!

And Lu Ding...

What couldn't kill him would only make him stronger!!!

New skill acquired!!

Fu Xinghe also revealed a smile at this moment, once again announcing the rites: "Ten Thousand Ghost Mountain, Old Ghost Lei, dead!!!"

Enemy God Ascension experts, casualties: 9/11.

His gaze swept over, looking at the remaining nine.

"Truly worthy of being God Ascension, you really pack a punch, you even tore my clothes."

Listen, is that something a human says?

But today's battle, he was indeed getting into the feeling.

If it weren't for White Snake Shakes Scales being overpowered, Lu Ding getting injured would have been unavoidable.

Oh wait, even with White Snake Shakes Scales, he still got injured.

After all, he was facing the bombardment of nine God Ascension experts at the Fifth Restriction. No matter how monstrous he was, he couldn't come out unscathed. As for his current appearance, that was after he had already recovered.

Although the injuries on his body had healed, Lu Ding's mood, however, could not recover.

Dark arcs of electricity snaked between the ridges of his muscles. Two long, eyebrow-height poles, sharp at both ends, slowly appeared in Lu Ding's hands.

The obscure characters on them spoke of their eerie nature.

Mourning Cloth Timing Pillar. Misfortune Pillar.

Although these two things weren't complete forms, still lacking Disheveled Hair and Mourning Guest, being incomplete didn't mean they were useless. On the contrary, the functional lethality of these two things was simply outrageous.

As long as someone was killed by the pillar, the curse would continuously spread through the victim's blood relations. Only those with immense fortune could withstand it.

Normally, Lu Ding never used them.

Too inhumane...

But today, he was angry.

His scholar-warrior sleeves were torn!!

General's Armor Affixing was just a technique, stylish enough, but insufficient in defense.

Lu Ding held the twin pillars horizontally, stepping forward through the air. Amidst the flashes of lightning, Lu Ding's position kept shifting. His slow footwork didn't mean his speed was slow.

"The price for tearing my clothes shall be paid with your entire families."

Lu Ding drew near.

"Your entire clans."

Lu Ding drew even nearer.

"The fortune of everyone connected to you by blood."

Thunder flashed and rumbled, darkness encroached, the pressure was maxed out.

"Your lives!"

"Compensate me with them!!!!"

Screech!!!!

The cry of a bird, a White Phoenix soared into the sky, its wings flapping fiercely, unleashing violent gales. A flock of white birds charged towards the phoenix, buying time.

Bai Lan of the White Phoenix Sect, sensing something was wrong, immediately turned tail and ran.

Nine people bombarded him for so long, and only managed to shred his clothes? There was simply no chance of winning!!!

Moreover, any fool could see that the Lu Ding before them was clearly stronger. This exaggerated pressure made her lose all will to fight.

If one had to say, among the nine surviving God Ascension experts, who was most likely to escape without Lu Ding deploying the Black Prison of Death's Body, it would definitely be Bai Lan.

But she didn't steady her mind and wait for an opportunity. That destined her outcome to be just one word: death!!!

Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, Lu Ding vanished from everyone's sight. As the lightning flashes died out, amidst the interplay of light and dark, his eyes full of cold intent, Lu Ding, holding the Mourning Cloth Timing Pillar high and swinging it down in a chop, appeared before Bai Lan.

Thud!!!

One strike shattered the White Phoenix.

The second strike shattered Bai Lan's body at the waist.

Her upper and lower halves disconnected mid-air, entrails spilling, blood spraying, chunks of flesh flying, white bone exposed. Excruciating pain arrived, death approached. She tried to open her mouth to beg for mercy: "Spare..."

The third strike directly hit her mouth.

With a splat, her round head exploded in mid-air.

Absolutely no mercy for beauty here!

The power of the Mourning Cloth Timing Pillar and the Misfortune Pillar to punish bloodlines instantly erupted upon all those connected to Bai Lan by blood as she died.

Fu Xinghe's voice still rang out.

"White Phoenix Sect, Bai Lan, dead!!!"

Enemy God Ascension casualties: 8/11.

Lu Ding rested one iron pole on his shoulder, the other pointed horizontally at the Meteorite Sect master: "You're next."

Duan Tianli's face instantly turned deathly pale.

The others, hearing this, wanted to move, but were already intimidated by Lu Ding's aura, having lost the will to fight.

Little did they know, Lu Ding had long sensed their thoughts.

His gaze shifted.

The moment the Direct Gaze Eye rotated within his pupils.

The forces of collapse, infection, and distortion instantly invaded. Qi Yuejiang, the master of the Falling Maple Sect, momentarily off-guard, too focused on figuring out how to escape, failed to notice Lu Ding's invisible, formless attack, resulting in half his body being hit, swelling and festering rapidly as if pumped with air.

He raised his hand, forming a seal and pressing it against his chest to mitigate the injury. Subconsciously, he turned to look—wasn't Duan Tianli supposed to be next?

Why attack me!!?

Not looking was one thing, but looking gave him a fright.

Lu Ding, who was originally still far away, had already arrived behind him amidst flashes of lightning and thunder, standing half a body taller than him, expressionlessly raising the blood-stained iron pole.

This kind of pressure, just the posture alone, was terrifyingly strong. The scene of Bai Lan's death flashed before his eyes.

Qi Yuejiang shrieked in a shrill voice: "No!!!!!!!!"

Sky thundered, earth flashed with lightning. Lu Ding's face was illuminated, bright on one side, dark on the other. His voice sounded, accompanying the descent of the Misfortune Pillar.

"Like cutting in line!!?"

Force downward, the iron rod struck true. Qi Yuejiang's crown of the skull caved in and shattered, his head compressed and deformed until it exploded.

The left-hand Mourning Cloth Timing Pillar pierced through his heart, lifting Qi Yuejiang's headless corpse and throwing it into the air.

Lu Ding raised his arm, swinging the pole, adopting a badminton smash posture. Facing the falling corpse, one pole, smash!!!

Boom!!!!

Directly blasted it apart in mid-air!

Lu Ding instantly turned again, pointing the Misfortune Pillar in his hand horizontally at the crowd, arcs of electricity coiling around his perfectly muscled, distinctly defined yet not bulky, bare and blood-stained upper body.

Black smoke filled the gaps between the lightning arcs and muscle ridges, deepening the shadows, highlighting the details, interpreting that subtle artistic sense of physical tension.

Fu Xinghe pushed up his glasses.

"Falling Maple Sect, Qi Yuejiang, dead!!!"

Casualties: 7/11.

The iron pole dripped blood, Tai Sui was picking his targets, the Sin Dragon roared, the King of Hell waited.

"Still you."