Pi Yitian knew that there was nothing he could do to save the situation, but his strong unwillingness and monstrous resentment made him decide that even if he died, he would drag Ding Ning down with him. He was going to explode his Martial Soul and die with Ding Ning.
The horrible waves of the Divine Soul were constantly enshrouding, but Ding Ning looked at him with pity and disdain, and let him continue to accumulate strength. "You are not qualified to drag me to die with you."
In the past, even he had to avoid the self-explosion of the strongman in the God Martial Arts Realm, but when he found that the Tusk of the God of Plague could absorb the power of the Martial Soul, he immediately became indifferent.
Sure enough, as he expected, the Tusk of the God of Plague had a hidden property, which could swallow the Martial Soul full of resentment.
Although it was unexpected, it was reasonable when he thought about it carefully. After all, the Tusk of the God of Plague came from the Thousand-Eyed God of Plague, the most yin and evil creature in the chaotic universe. The Thousand-Eyed God of Plague was the ancestor of all negative emotions such as resentment and hatred. The Tusk inherited part of the characteristics of the Thousand-Eyed God of Plague without any problem.
"No, it's impossible! How could it be? How could it be? "
Pi Yitian was shocked to find that his Martial Soul was dissipating quickly, and the power of the Divine Soul that he had painstakingly cultivated poured into his heart like a whale swallowing a snake, and then entered the white jade-like tusk along his heart, making it impossible for him to explode himself. Instantly, he panicked and shouted desperately.
"Nothing is impossible. Go in peace. If the Holy Medical Family knows what's good for them, it will be fine. If they still act recklessly, I promise that the whole Holy Medical Family will die with you."
Ding Ning looked cold and serious, and whispered in his ear.
He didn't want to start a massacre, but what the Holy Medical Family had done had completely touched his bottom line. Even at the risk of consuming the power of the Human Realm, he would never be softhearted.
"I … you …"
With the disappearance of the Martial Soul, Pi Yitian's consciousness gradually fell into confusion. His lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. With his head tilted, he died.
Pi Yitian, the head of the twelve law enforcement elders of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Holy Medical Family, a strongman at the peak of the God Martial Arts Realm, died.
This series of events happened in the blink of an eye. It was too fast for the eyes to take in. Many people didn't even have time to react before everything was settled.
Ding Ning was actually able to kill Pi Yitian, which made everyone's eyeballs drop to the ground in shock. But other than a few people who were clear about his strength, most people thought that Pi Yitian died too unjustly, and was completely killed by Ding Ning's sneak attack.
Seeing that Ding Ning's face was pale and his footsteps were unsteady, the higher-ups of the Holy-sword Villa, who were obviously badly injured, forcibly suppressed the restlessness in their hearts and looked at the fleeting figure in the void in bewilderment, speculating inwardly.
Who was the person who instantly killed the Saint Martial Artist Han Wuyang? "Did an expert at the peak of the Holy Martial Arts Realm of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe take action?"
Jian Miesheng's face was filled with grief. He pressed on the hilt of his sword several times, wanting to draw his sword and kill Ding Ning, but was stopped by Jiang Wenjian's stern gaze. This made the veins on his forehead bulge, and he could only suppress the killing intent in his heart. He lowered his head in silence, but his eyes were flashing with monstrous hatred.
No one knew that he and Pi Yitian had been good friends since they were young. Their relationship had lasted for decades, and Pi Yitian's death was like a knife cutting into his heart.
Tian Jizi and Tian Xuanzi, the two brothers, finally reacted at this moment. They stood on Ding Ning's left and right sides to protect him, to prevent anyone from harming him again.
This was especially so for Tian Xuanzi. Despite his heavily injured body, his frivolous face turned into a ferocious expression. He was like an old hen protecting its chicks; he would risk his life to fight anyone who dared to harm Ding Ning.
The eyes of the maidens of the Sacred Goddess Tribe changed, and their faces were extremely gloomy. With the shock of the mysterious Saint Martial Artist who could instantly kill Han Wuyang, they didn't dare to act rashly.
Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale, and she was filled with regret. If she had known this, she wouldn't have hidden the truth that Ding Ning had a protector because of the pride of her tribe.
Even though the Ancestral Patriarch had ordered them not to cause trouble for Ding Ning, as Ye Xiao's elder sister, how could Ye Qingxuan not take revenge for her already crippled sister?
Hmph! So what if he had the protection of a peak Saint Martial Artist? Within the boundary, cultivation was restricted, and there was no exception for the peak Saint Martial Artist. At that time, even a peak Saint Martial Artist wouldn't be able to protect that little bastard. Ding Ning would definitely die.
Ye Qingxuan's eyes flickered with hatred, and she glanced at Ding Ning coldly. Then, she turned around and led the maidens of the Sacred Goddess Tribe into the Wulun Valley. They didn't dare to stay for long. Who knew if the Saint Martial Artist from the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe would cause trouble for them.
The monks of the Tianyin Temple looked at Ding Ning with fear. They chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice, stood up, and walked into the valley.
The God of Fire and the others felt chilled. They could see the fear in each other's eyes. They quickly retreated into the valley without saying a word. Outside the valley, they didn't have any sense of security.
Ghost Hunter clasped his hands behind his back, and the dim light in his eyes flickered. He reluctantly glanced at Pi Yitian's body, sighed, and quickly returned to the boundary.
The Long family and the Feng family had always been on good terms. They advanced and retreated together, and now they stood together.
Dragon Xiaotian looked at Ding Ning from a distance, and his face showed a trace of bitterness. He had thought that his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and in just a few months, he had become an expert at the late stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm. He had thought that he could take revenge in this Warriors' Assembly, but he hadn't expected that the gap between them would become bigger.
The Feng family's grand ancestor's face changed between green and red. He glanced at the expressionless Feng Pianwu and sighed in his heart. This kid had already grown up, and it would be hard to take revenge for the ninth brother.
The other major forces had different reactions. The Vatican's eyes were deep, and it was quite thought-provoking. The Dark Assembly secretly communicated with each other with their eyes, discussing whether they should change their strategy to deal with Ding Ning before they had any deep hatred with him. After all, no one was willing to provoke a strong enemy who had the backing of a peak stage Saint Martial Arts Realm expert.
The Fu Sang warriors' eyes flickered, and they looked at Ding Ning with complicated eyes. With the protection of a super strong expert, would the Sword God change his mind?
"Let's go."
Aruna looked at Ding Ning deeply, and a touch of relief appeared on her face. She said something to the dumbfounded Great Shaman softly, and then turned around and walked into the valley.
The Great Shaman took a deep breath, and he felt a burning sensation on his face. Just a moment ago, he said that no one could save Tian Xuanzi, but never did he think that he would be slapped in the face in just a blink of an eye.
Ding Ning frowned, and he looked at Aruna's beautiful back. He felt a sense of familiarity and closeness, but he didn't dare to associate it with his grandmother.
"Ding Ning, you are finally here."
Compared to those major forces with ulterior motives, Helena was undoubtedly the happiest one. Her eyes were filled with endless joy, and when Feng Lingxiao was not paying attention, she ran towards Ding Ning like a cheerful deer.
Although Tian Xuanzi knew about Helena's feelings for Ding Ning, he still stood in front of Ding Ning as if he was facing a great enemy. He stared at Helena vigilantly and shouted, "Back off, if you have something to say, just say it."
"I …."
Helena was filled with joy, as if she had countless words to say to Ding Ning. But at this moment, her beautiful blue eyes stared at him, and she couldn't say a word.
Only then did she realize that she was in no position to meet Ding Ning. After all, it was just a one-sided love.
Ding Ning really couldn't remember where he had seen such a beautiful girl, not to mention a blonde beauty. He asked curiously, "You are?"
"I'm Helena, we … we've met before."
Helena looked at Ding Ning in a daze, and her heart was beating rapidly. Her cheeks blushed shyly, which gave her an exotic charm.
"What's the matter?"
Ding Ning's face was filled with a weird expression. Is this the Helena from the Alliance Royals? The illegitimate daughter of Feng Lingxiao? No matter how he looked at her, she was just a Caucasian, and there was no sign of a mixed-blood at all. Feng Lingxiao's genes were just too weak.
It was no wonder that Ding Ning didn't recognize her. After all, back in Genghis Khan's tomb, Helena was dressed like a mercenary, and her face was painted with oil.
But Ding Ning had to admit that Helena was really beautiful. She was different from the average Caucasian with thick pores. Her skin was as fine as snow and as delicate as white porcelain.
Under the golden waves was a standard oval face, crescent-moon-like eyebrows, deep eye sockets, long curly eyelashes, which set off her big blue eyes, which were crystal clear like sapphires. She had a high nose bridge and rosy pink lips.
Her noble and elegant temperament couldn't hide her hot and sexy figure. She was nearly 1.8 meters tall. Feng Lingxiao was not tall. She must have inherited her mother's genes.
Her towering and proud chest curve was completely the size of European and American women. Only her slender waist, which was in line with the characteristics of an Eastern woman, had a hint of a mixed-blood. Under the slender waist, there was a sudden bulge, outlining the round curve of her buttocks. Her slender and beautiful legs were no less than 1.2 meters, which could completely compare with Ling Yun's long legs.
"I … I'm fine. I'm relieved to know that you're alive and well."
Helena's heart was suddenly filled with a deep sense of loss. She forced a smile and said with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Thank you for your concern, princess. I'm honored."
Ding Ning smiled warmly, but there was a sense of distance and unfamiliarity in his words.
Although Helena was beautiful, he really didn't think that he would have anything to do with her. After all, the two of them had a huge fight before and they weren't exactly friendly.
Furthermore, Helena was the current leader of the Alliance Royale. The Alliance Royale was an organization that wanted to restore the monarchy. He didn't want to have anything to do with an organization that was completely against his ideals.
"It's what I should do. I'm satisfied to know that you're fine. I'll be leaving now."
Helena gave him a resentful look, she bit her lips and held back her tears. Then, she turned around and left.
Ding Ning was confused, he scratched his head and looked at Tian Xuanzi who was smiling ambiguously, "Am I close to her?"
"The goddess has a dream, but King Xiang has no heart."
Tian Xuanzi shook his head and sighed, "Although the Caucasian is not bad, she can't be compared to my daughter."
Ding Ning's forehead was filled with black lines, he was speechless towards this weirdo who kept trying to promote his mixed-blood daughter.
"The Caucasian is not good, you even made a mixed-blood."
Unexpectedly, Tian Xuanzi, who never joked around, suddenly cracked a joke. The smile on Tian Xuanzi's face instantly froze and he was left speechless.
Pfff!
Ding Ning burst out in laughter, he didn't expect this old man Tian Xuanzi to have such a funny side.
"Sigh, people are no longer what they used to be. Even an honest person like senior martial brother is no longer honest."
Tian Xuanzi pretended to sigh and sighed while shaking his head.
Tian Xuanzi was in a good mood. Although he was a gentle person, he always looked at the big picture and treated the world as his responsibility. But he was, after all, a human with emotions and desires.
Although Tian Xuanzi was unreliable, he was still his junior martial brother, the only son of his teacher, and also his reverse scale.
The overbearing attitude of the Medical Saint Sect had completely infuriated him. Now that the crisis was resolved and Tian Xuanzi had successfully broken through, he was overjoyed.
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