Chapter 300: Charging Up in Front of Lu Ding? That’s a Death Wish!

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Charging up in front of Lu Ding, who specializes in charging up. Isn’t that a death wish? You think Lu Ding will let him finish charging? He was already roaring, clearly about to go all out. If Lu Ding really let him charge up in that situation… No one else would need to lift a finger—he’d just raise his own hand and use a Night Raid Hidden Blade Slash to cut his own throat. He drew his blade. With a flick, the blood on it splattered, landing like frosty specks on the brown, upturned earth. A bloody wind swept through. As it stripped away Du Dong’s muddled soul, It also stirred the souls of the other two Formal Investigators. While they were terrified that Du Dong had died at Lu Ding’s hands, a moment of trance hit them too. This was one of the sinister uses of Bloody Wind and Rain. Techniques targeting the soul are simply wasted if not used for ambush. He swung the blade. The slash, distorted in arc, sliced through instantly. With the trait of cutting through anything, no flesh and blood could withstand the damage from the Jinche Dao. At the same time— Dan Hanlu, who was still fighting two Formal Investigators, snapped back to awareness in a sudden jolt. Her heart was gripped with shock. How did my soul lose control?! Losing control of your soul mid-fight and becoming dazed… there’s only one outcome: death on the spot. But when she refocused— She was fine! Perfectly fine all over!! In contrast, the two foreign Formal Investigators who had been fighting her were now shattered across the ground. Unknown and uncontrollable situations instinctively invoke fear and panic. And right now, that’s exactly what Dan Hanlu was feeling inside. She knew—this was Lu Ding’s doing. As her gaze drifted over, she saw Lu Ding charging in with Bloody Wind and Rain. Still, a wave of lingering fear crept up in her heart. If Lu Ding had attacked her just now… Her situation probably wouldn’t be much better than the two tangled corpses on the ground. That’s another downside to the Bloody Wind and Rain technique. It doesn’t distinguish friend from foe. What, is the wind supposed to politely recognize who not to blow past? Yeah, no. That’s not how it works. So— Lu Ding only activated the Bloody Wind, not the Blood Rain. At least when you control the wind’s intensity, it only causes disorientation. But if the blood rain falls—it’ll melt flesh and blood. The battlefield on the ground was gruesome. Someone had turned into a human meat grinder. The foreign Qi Refiners were completely outmatched. Things weren’t any better up in the skies. Several of the foreign Heavenly Investigators had already been killed. Meanwhile, Da Han’s three Heavenly Investigators weren’t even scratched. This outcome made sense. We’re a mighty nation, nurturing our Heavenly Investigators with the best resources and techniques. Of course they’re better than those from your sorry little backwater. Is that even a question? It’s like getting into the best university—if the cutoff is 670, you barely got in with 671. I walked in with a 740 as the top scorer. How’s that even the same? The few surviving foreign Heavenly Investigators— They got the message too. One glance at the ground told the story: It was a bloodbath. Lu Ding was slicing through enemies like a hot knife through butter. Watching him made their eyelids twitch. If this keeps up, it won’t be long before that blade in the boy’s hand is slicing toward their necks. No—scratch that, not accurate. What they really needed to think about now was: how do we survive to see tomorrow’s sunrise? The Heavenly Investigator from Zhupo Nation raised a hand and said, “I... I surrender. Stop fighting. All of this was plotted by the Zhenla people—it has nothing to do with us.” “I’m willing to compensate. I’ll pay for Da Han’s losses.” “As long as you spare my life, I’ll go back and call a meeting immediately. We’ll definitely give a compensation plan that satisfies Da Han.” The low-profile Heavenly Investigator from Banqing Nation chimed in too: “Same here. Just spare my life—you name it, I’ll give it.” “I’ll also go back and call a meeting to discuss a plan that will definitely satisfy Da Han.” The Heavenly Investigator from Lion Nation was even more blunt: “Stop, really, stop! Reaching the Heavenly Investigator level wasn’t easy for me. What do you want? Just say it. This was all orchestrated by the Zhenla people—they’re the main culprits. At most, we’re just accomplices.” “Our Lion Nation has always had a good relationship with Da Han. Please, I’m begging you, give me a way out—I’ll leave, I’ll leave right now.” “Tell me how to go, and I’ll do exactly that.” Dignity? Pride? Right now, none of that mattered more than staying alive. Plus, the Zhenla Heavenly Investigator was already dead. No witness, no testimony—you could just throw all the blame on Zhenla now. Some begged for mercy. Others took the rational route. Besides those three, there was one last Heavenly Investigator left—he was from Mianlan Nation. A wound across his chest had nearly sliced him in half. Barely holding on with a single breath to stay in the fight, He lowered his stance and said, “Noble emissaries of Da Han, please hear me out. If we all die here today, the international landscape will inevitably be thrown into chaos.” “At that point, it’ll be bad for both you and us.” “The Western powers are eyeing us like hungry tigers. Da Han wouldn’t want today’s events to give them an opportunity, right? And then there’s Weigao, Taisland...” “There’ll be war. Seriously. If it comes to that, it won’t be good for anyone!” Upon hearing that— Da Han’s Heavenly Investigator Qiu Fu pointed to the ground. “Take a look down there.” The several foreign Heavenly Investigators, confused, followed the direction of his finger. At that moment— On the ground— The team leader from Weigao Nation, severely wounded, was struggling with all his might to block Lu Ding’s storm-like barrage of slashes. He kept trying to speak, hoping to calm down this monster-like youth before him. “You can’t kill me! You can’t kill me! Stop—stop, damn it!!!” “I’m a Heavenly Investigator from Weigao Nation! I’m not one of these Southeast Asian monkeys—I’m a Qi Refiner from Weigao, one of East Asia’s Five Great Powers!” “If you kill me, you’ll face international accountability from Weigao!!!” “F**k, stop already!!!” He panicked! The wounds on his body kept multiplying, and he could feel his life slipping away. But no matter what he said— Lu Ding gave no response. He just killed. Just slashed. With a chilling smile on his face that made your soul tremble. The man regretted everything. He regretted taking this mission. Regretted leading a team to Zhenla. He had thought that as long as they didn’t touch Da Han directly, nothing major would happen. Who could’ve imagined things would turn out like this? “Ahhhhh!!!” A scream rang out. With one sweeping slash— The man’s arm flew off. Lu Ding raised his blood-soaked long blade high. That ancient, stone-carved face of his was now speckled with blood, his smile taking on an indescribable aura. He spoke his first words since the battle began—just as it was about to end. And for that Weigao team leader, it would be the last words he’d ever hear in his life. “Hahahahahaha, international accountability? Great. I’ll be waiting in Yunhai for Weigao’s accountability team. Just make sure they actually show up.” “Fking lunatic, fk!! D**n Da Han—” The voice of shame-turned-rage was abruptly cut off. The blade fell, the silence followed, and life was snuffed out. The soul departed westward, the body beheaded. His glorious head soared skyward, pierced midair by a blood-red long blade. Lu Ding rested the blade on his shoulder, gazing at the horizon. Behind him, a field of ghostly soul shadows lingered—enemies who had died by his hand, now gathered by the Bloody Wind as ‘spectators,’ Watching the grand slaughter opera starring Lu Ding. Locking eyes with him— Qiu Fu laughed wildly. Behind him manifested a snowstorm scene, draped in silver from heaven to earth. “See that? Did you get a good look?” “This is Da Han’s next generation. Start a war? With your pack of misshapen trash, you think you’re even qualified to challenge Da Han?” “Maybe you’ve forgotten—from thousands of years ago, you’ve been Da Han’s vassals.” “Sure, Da Han disappeared in history for a time. You had a chance to catch your breath and thought after surviving a few dynasties, you could stand tall?” “You think now you can bark in our face!?” “No! You’re dead wrong. Now that Da Han shines once more, you’re still nothing but pitiful worms.” Dynasties rise and fall—it’s inevitable. More than two thousand years ago, Da Han, like any other dynasty, exhausted its national fortune and vanished into the wheels of history. But thanks to generations of relentless effort, the banner of Da Han was once again planted on this land, over two millennia later. Though the empire is no more—the land is still Han!

Chapter 300: Charging Up in Front of Lu Ding? That’s a Death Wish!

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