Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically-Chapter 242: Slaying Dong Zhuo (4/17)

"Hmph."

Lü Bu snorted coldly, with some disdain and anger:

"Chen Gong went to Wan City, and after returning he was mumbling. He said you're unparalleled, possessing unpredictable might, like a Celestial God overlooking the mortal realm, boundless to the extreme. Heh heh..."

He scoffed:

"I certainly know Ding Ling is very strong. Otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to let Chen Gong meet you. But it seems you've bought him off? Or maybe you've indeed bewitched and enchanted him, making him single-mindedly try to hinder me from fighting with you. How absurd and laughable!"

"Is that so?"

Ding Ling didn't waste words, directly walking towards Lü Bu:

"Then I'll let you witness what it means to have unpredictable might."

"Ding Ling."

Chen Gong couldn't help but shout.

"Don't worry."

Ding Ling didn't look at Chen Gong:

"I won't kill him. The premise is that he has no intent to kill or murderous thoughts towards me. Otherwise, I don't mind slaughtering him."

"You!"

Lü Bu was enraged, the Heaven-piercing Halberd slightly trembling as he thrust it towards Ding Ling:

"I know your Overlord Halberd Technique has reached the Transformation Realm! But do you know that since we parted that day? I've been training day and night, and now I've progressed further. I will definitely not lose to you again!"

In response to Lü Bu was Ding Ling's Giant Que Sword!

A sword strike unleashed!

Human Emperor Swordsmanship!

Majestic Vigorous Qi surged forth like waves, rapidly condensing a dazzling golden Human Emperor Pattern mid-air.

The pattern seemed solid, as the Giant Que Sword slashed down, rumbling towards Lü Bu's Heaven-piercing Halberd.

Boom!

A loud crash.

Ding Ling's hand didn't move at all.

Yet Lü Bu let out a miserable cry, the Heaven-piercing Halberd was directly knocked away by an unparalleled, overwhelming force, his wrist instantly fractured with a crunch, as if he wasn't dueling a person, but battling the heavens and the earth.

The counter-shock, the massive impact force.

Just in an instant.

Lü Bu was slammed sideways, tumbling to the ground, rolling a few times before barely dissipating the force.

He clutched his broken wrist, looking at Ding Ling with a face full of terror and disbelief:

"You, you, you..."

Ding Ling paid him no further attention, turning to continue deeper into the Imperial Palace.

Leaving Lü Bu with a slightly 'lonely' supreme figure!

Like a deity turned against the mortal world, a feeling of solitude and invincibility filled Ding Ling's entire being!

Lü Bu's body and mind were greatly shaken, his pupils dilated to the extreme, making him appear dumbfounded like an idiot, until Chen Gong pushed him a few times, he seemed to come to his senses, he turned to Chen Gong, mumbling:

"Just now, just now, was it all real?"

"Doesn't your hand hurt?"

Chen Gong countered.

"...!!"

Lü Bu couldn't believe it:

"But this is the mortal world. And just a few months ago, I encountered and fought Ding Ling, he was clearly not this strong! How could a person become so terrifying in such a short time! During the duel just now, I felt like I was facing an infinite cosmos, an endless ocean, so powerless, so insignificant, so lost!"

"I don't understand either."

Chen Gong said honestly:

"Just like Cao Mengde and Liu Bei are perplexed why there's someone like Ding Ling in the mortal world. Perhaps he was born as a deity."

Chen Gong sighed, "It's just that recently he's awakened his past life powers as a deity."

"..."

Lü Bu looked at Chen Gong as if he was a fool.

Chen Gong was unconcerned, only saying:

"You should be grateful that Ding Ling didn't kill you. Otherwise, you'd definitely be a dead man by now."

Lü Bu's face was ashen, but he had to admit that Chen Gong was right.

"Find a time to thank him with me."

Chen Gong said:

"Put down all your pride. Because right now, in Ding Ling's eyes, you're just an ant! If you don't want to die, you'd better not anger him, and if you don't want Ding Ling to settle scores later, you'd better apologize and thank him."

Lü Bu endured the intense pain in his wrist, nodding with a gloomy face.

At the same time.

An absolute yearning for power surged continuously in his heart!

He must become someone like Ding Ling!

A person like a god!

...

Ding Ling didn't kill Lü Bu.

Naturally, Chen Gong's persuasion played a certain role.

Moreover, Ding Ling also hoped Lü Bu could be used by Cao Mengde, using his rightful 'efforts' for the integration and unification of this world.

If a Flying General like Lü Bu were to die just like that, it would indeed be a waste of talent.

Death, he'd better die on the path to unifying the world!

That way, resources won't be overly wasted.

Moreover, compared to the brutal Dong Zhuo's Legion.

Lü Bu's Army is better restrained by Zhang Liao and others.

This is also why Ding Ling held back slightly.

Otherwise, Lü Bu wouldn't just have a broken wrist, but would have been killed outright!

Clip clop!

Ding Ling held the Giant Que Sword, steadily advancing into the Imperial Palace.

Along the way, anyone daring to block him.

A swing of the Giant Que Sword, either displaying the prowess of Calm Wind Swordsmanship; or activating Qing Frost Swordsmanship.

These two High Tier sword skills are indeed unrivaled weapons for harvesting ordinary soldiers.

Sweeping snowflakes;

The blowing calm wind;

Where he passed, severed limbs and arms fell all over, rivers of blood flowing enough to float a pestle.

Everyone viewed Ding Ling as a Demon God.

Later.

Seeing Ding Ling.

No one dared to block him anymore.

Because all the generals who dared to block Ding Ling were slain.

Just like soldiers, dying without value.

Ultimately.

Ding Ling found Dong Zhuo in the palace where the Empress resided.

He was tall and robust, with a body like a tiger.

But maybe due to age, or perhaps due to recent indulgence.

He had become increasingly obese.

His face was as round as a ball, grotesquely hard to look at.

However, despite this.

He still exuded formidable might.

His eyes radiated intimidating light.

He looked at Ding Ling, as if an emperor looking at a Martial Arts Expert, with the unique pressure of a superior:

"Ding Ling, belong to me. I can give you supreme power, glory, countless beauties, gold and silver! Make you a person above people, below only one and above thousands! The whole world, the entire court will obey your command, fall under your rule, what do you think?"

"I think you're fantasizing!"

Ding Ling raised the Giant Que Sword.

Dong Zhuo's eyes showed a hint of panic, he seemed to be pretending to be calm, loudly saying:

"Ding Ling, wait! What do you want to spare me?"

"Just cut off your head, then naturally you can be spared."

As the voice fell.

Ding Ling didn't wait for Dong Zhuo to respond, a wave of his hand.

Clang!

The sword blade rang out, strands of clear wind blew past Dong Zhuo like lightning.

Dong Zhuo's towering figure was cut into pieces.

A fat head fell from his body.

Rolling, spinning, it stopped at Ding Ling's feet.

Ding Ling looked down.

Seeing Dong Zhuo's eyes filled with fear, disbelief, confusion, remorse, regret, sighs, and other complex emotions!