Chapter Eighty-Five Victory

  Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Through the dense and eerie atmosphere, one could vaguely see that the demonic claws of Baili Yun, the half-demon, had already pierced into Lei Dong's chest, his disheveled long hair blown backward by the strong gusts of wind.

  "Awesome!"

  Ding Wanyan's voice grew hoarse from shouting, and she wanted to rush up, but was blocked by an old man in a gray robe with no expression: "No interference is allowed on the dueling platform, otherwise it will be dealt with according to the sect rules."

  "Ding Shijie, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive." Zuo Chao also hastily stepped forward to stop her.

  Everyone who stood on Lei Dong's side had their hearts suddenly lifted. The cheers and applause were abruptly cut off, as if a giant invisible hand was clamping down on them.

  However, the Golden Dan Old Ancestors on the watchtower all let out a faint sigh in their hearts. It's over, Baili Yun is finished.

  Before they could even react, Baili Yun felt a chill run down his back. By the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late. Two sharp blades, one from above and one from below, pierced through his half-demon body, aiming straight for his vitals.

  A huge impact force, slammed him onto the body of Lei Dong. But what greeted him was that bleak cyan color, and the mournful howling sound that pierced his ears.

  The Wheel of Annihilation, spinning violently, struck his half-demonized shoulder and only hesitated for a moment before passing through his body. The sound of "Wu Wu Wu" cut through the arena's restrictions.

  Deep dark red blood, with the flash of the Nirvana wheel, splashed outwards. The holy devil's left arm also flew into the sky, spinning around.

  "There's no reason."

  Perhaps Nirvana Dharma Wheel was too fast, or perhaps the semi-demonized body's sense of pain had greatly diminished.

  Baili Yun couldn't feel any pain, and his mind only had one thought - it didn't make sense. That tenth-level Dark Shadow Ghost Soldier, even if it got close to him and stabbed with all its might, would at most only penetrate an inch or so. What on earth was it? Baili Yun really wanted to turn around and take a look, even if he died, he still wanted to know what he had died from. But Lei Dong was not someone who would show mercy, even if he knew what Baili Yun was thinking, he absolutely wouldn't show any leniency.

  A dark green light flashed by quickly, and the Hundred Miles Cloud that had been constantly providing him with power from the left arm of the Holy Demon disappeared. His neck was no longer so straight.

  What a big skull, thrown into the sky. The last scene left in his mind was those chirping and cheering ghosts rushing up, densely packed, as if endless. Until death, he still couldn't find out the reason for his failure.

  "Ten thousand ghosts, top-grade spirit ghost, you're willing to give them all away, you're ruthless."

  His pale and gloomy face suddenly changed. He stood up with a sweep of his sleeve, uttering a few words in indignation. Then he raised that miserable white light and rose into the air.

  "Haha, you're just a pile of dry bones. Don't say that I'm not sympathetic, just get the money ready. In three days, I'll come with Yanmo to collect." Wan Gui Lao Zu burst into hearty laughter.

  The body that was flying in mid-air with rage suddenly shook and almost fell from the light, but immediately flew into the clouds and disappeared without a trace.

  ……

  Without using the Thunder Finger, all three ghostly guards on the scene pounced towards the Saint Devil's left arm that was rolling in mid-air. However, the last ghost guard to appear took a step ahead, its body flashing as it wrapped around the demonic arm. It then turned to intimidate its two companions who were closing in, baring its teeth and adopting an air of superiority, as if trying to monopolize the situation.

  Two tenth-grade ghost soldiers, seemingly afraid of the lone ghost soldier, retreated in disarray. The ghostly howls continued, using their aura to scare away the small ghosts that were rushing towards Baili Yun's corpse. Afterwards, they transformed into a mass of fog, enveloping the incomplete half-demonized body, devouring his still-unseparated soul and flesh.

  But Lei Dong was motionless, floating in mid-air with his head bowed, allowing the ghostly soldiers under his command to scramble for the spoils of war according to their abilities.

  Relying on the last five grains of Huiyuan Dan to replenish his body's true energy and medicinal properties, Lei Dong forcibly suppressed the splitting headache despite his damaged spiritual soul. He activated the Jiemie Falun, delivering a fatal blow to Baili Yun. However, this also caused his spiritual soul to suffer further injuries. Moreover, with the last blow, he had exhausted all the power gathered from the Huiyuan Dan, and the aftereffects began to manifest.

  The whole body's meridians are as if bursting with pain, like countless needles pricking and countless knives scraping within the blood vessels and bones.

  "Withered Bone Peak, a hundred miles of cloud confronts the array of ten thousand ghosts, Thunder moves, Thunder wins." Along with that stunned-looking Foundation Establishment stage judge, he shouted out this sentence in an excited tone.

  The thunder moved his heart and he let out a sigh of relief, unable to hold it in any longer.

  "Hmm"

  Spewing out a mouthful of dark red blood, he was no longer able to stabilize his body in mid-air and fell downwards.

  "Lei Shi-di!"

  Ding Wanyan finally lost control, her face deathly pale as she let out a mournful cry. Her body transformed into a wisp of mist, and in the blink of an eye, she had floated over ten zhang away. As soon as her form solidified, she stretched out both hands to wrap around his falling body.

  "How dare you! You lowly maid!" The old man in grey robes hadn't expected that after warning Ting Yuanyan, she still went up, his face changed and he scolded angrily.

  Just as he was about to go up and capture her, a gust of dark wind suddenly blew him away. It turned out that the old ancestor of Wan Gui had appeared here at some point, his face gloomy. He also scolded the gray-robed old man: "You dare to be so arrogant! My first-seat direct disciple will not tolerate your insults as a small foundation-building cultivator! If I didn't think about your responsibilities, I would have crushed your bones and ashes by now. Get out of my sight!"

  The last rolling character shocked the old man in grey robes so much that his face turned earthy and he hastily fled.

  Those elders on the stage regarded this matter as nothing. Although that master and apprentice seemed to have violated some rules, since this duel had already produced a winner and loser, it wasn't a big deal. Moreover, that young Lei Dong seemed quite good, having both bravery and strategy, killing without dragging things out, and aside from his low innate quality, he was indeed an excellent disciple of the Yin Xie Sect. They all pretended to have seen nothing.

  "Gently, bring it down with thunder. Let me take a look." Since Dīng Wǎnyán had rushed onto the stage, Wàn Guǐ Lǎo Zǔ didn't go to join in the commotion, saving himself from being gossiped about. But towards Dīng Wǎnyán's gentle tone and the ferocious appearance just now were completely different.

  "Master sister." Lei Dong only felt that after being caught by Master sister Ding, he was held in her arms, and his heart warmed slightly. He also saw Ding Yuanyan's pale face, who wanted to hold him down, but instead spoke in a low voice with a frown, her voice hoarse and powerless: "Master sister, I'm fine now. Since it was me who stepped onto this stage myself, let me walk off by myself."

  "Hmm!"

  Ding Wanyan felt that the thunderous movement seemed to be nothing, and her tense heart also put down half of it. This life, it seems like the first time she held a man's body like this. After relaxing, her cheeks couldn't help but flush slightly red. Not forcing it, she gently helped him up.

  Lei Dong slowly pushed away Ding Yuanyan's hand, strongly enduring the discomfort throughout his body, and recalled those few ghostly soldiers that had swallowed Ba Li Yun clean. He also put away the Wan Gui Fan. Only then did he step by step, somewhat stumbling, yet exceptionally steady, walk towards the bottom of the fighting platform.

  Zuo's tense mood for half a day was greatly relieved, and he quickly walked up with a silly smile to congratulate him: "Lei Shixiong, congratulations on your win! I knew it, Shixiong, you would definitely win."

  Lei Dong laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "I heard it all just now, thanks for cheering me up. Go help me collect the spoils of war, I'm too tired to pick them up myself. Sell them and we'll split the money 50/50."

  "Yes, thank you, Brother Shi." Zuo Chao excitedly ran onto the stage, the things on Bai Li Yun's body were all very valuable, although they had been mostly destroyed in the fight. But whether repaired or sold, they would still be worth a considerable amount of spirit stones. According to the rules, these all belonged to Lei Dong. However, Zuo Chao, despite being more advanced in his cultivation, had always regarded Lei Dong as his older brother and respected him greatly. Hearing that he could have half was extremely exciting.

  "I have seen the Old Ancestor, and fortunately, I did not bring shame to your orders." Lei Dong walked up to the front of Wan Gui Lao Zu with a respectful tone.

  Wan Gui Lao Zu didn't say a word, he just grasped Lei Dong's wrist, closed his eyes for a moment. Then opened them again, seemingly somewhat annoyed, and hummed: "It's not a big deal."

  Having said that, he turned around and flew away. However, just after flying out for a short distance, he threw out an object: "This elixir is effective in treating damage to the divine soul, but your meridians have also been severely damaged. You don't need to participate in the next battle. Go back to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cavern to recover."

  Lei Dong took the bottle of Dan medicine, feeling warm and slightly embarrassed. He knew he had concealed the fact that he had obtained a top-grade Linggui, which had displeased his ancestor. However, Lei Dong had already thought of an excuse for this matter, so it shouldn't be a big problem. As for being scolded, let him go ahead. But in his heart, he felt an infinite sense of relief and joy, the thorn of Baili Yun was finally removed.

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