Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically

Although Xiaoo Yuanshan was truly bewildered, it didn’t affect his speed of pursuing Murong Bo in the slightest.

His Lightweight Skill was also quite remarkable, relentlessly chasing Murong Bo without letting go, battling all the way, delving deeper and deeper into the Song Realm.

Just like that, a few hours passed.

Suddenly, Xiaoo Yuanshan saw a figure appear high above in the sky.

This person appeared too abruptly, yet perfectly integrated with this world, as if he naturally belonged to this realm of sky and earth.

”Who is this person?!”

While Xiaoo Yuanshan’s heart and spirit trembled, Murong Bo couldn’t help but shout: ’Ding Ling!’

It turned out to be Ding Ling!

Xiaoo Yuanshan took a breath and instinctively bowed deeply to Ding Ling, respectfully saying:

”Grass citizen Xiaoo Yuanshan greets Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty!”

His son was the Grand General under Ding Ling.

So naturally, he followed his son and called Ding Ling Emperor!

”Hmm. Rise.”

The newcomer was Ding Ling indeed.

He had just taken less than a quarter of an hour.

To conquer the frontier towns of the Great Song.

The leading Grand General was annihilated by him.

The Deputy General led tens of thousands of Song soldiers to surrender, now joining forces with the Western Xia cavalry, charging towards the Great Song Imperial City.

Ding Ling, with his extraordinary vision, had long spotted Murong Bo and Ding Chunqiu. He hadn’t met the two of them before, so he didn’t know who they were. Later, prompted by someone from the Western Xia First-Grade Hall, he realized the two old folks who fled were actually those two.

He then instructed the people from the Western Xia First-Grade Hall to keep an eye on them.

Not long ago, someone from the Western Xia First-Grade Hall reported discovering Murong Bo’s whereabouts, so Ding Ling used his Soaring in the Void skill and sped over.

He merged his Vigorous Qi with a tenfold amplification, causing waves of wind under his feet, akin to the child of the wind, soaring easily upwards into the sky. Helian Tieshu and his group, including the recently surrendered Song soldiers, stared in shock and awe, deeming him a Divine Being!

The previously respectful surrendering generals were now utterly convinced, not daring to harbor any other thoughts.

To pit mortals against such a Martial God?

Isn’t that courting death?

Surrendering to the Martial God doesn’t seem shameful. The Song soldiers initially doubted Ding Ling’s ability to crush ten thousand elite troops. But just recently, Ding Ling breached a major town alone, struck down with a single palm, effortlessly slaughtering hundreds of people. He casually picked up a long spear and, with a flying thrust, pierced through the General’s body!

Every action displayed the majesty of an Overlord, earning awe and reverence! A person like this.

No wonder he could single-handedly crumble Western Xia and become Emperor.

Everyone was suddenly enlightened, especially knowing what Ding Ling did in Western Xia, and their resistance towards him softened considerably. Ding Ling, being a native of the Central Plains, was compassionate to the people, continuously exercising benevolent governance. Unable to defeat Ding Ling and unwilling to die, they had no choice but to join him.

What comforted them was the thought that perhaps Ding Ling could lead them to establish a truly great empire?

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Ding Ling casually pointed at Murong Bo, piercing through his knee, making him kneel on the ground.

A dignified Innate Expert.

Yet before Ding Ling, utterly powerless to resist!

Murong Bo was astounded.

Xiaoo Yuanshan was wide-eyed and tongue-tied. For the first time, he felt the gap between them.

Especially seeing Ding Ling perform Soaring in the Void, standing two zhang high in the air without sinking, lightly standing in the void. This miraculous Lightweight Skill technique left Xiaoo Yuanshan and Murong Bo utterly shocked.

[Achievement Medal won: Intimidating Murong Bo]

[Note: Murong Bo had already heard of your prowess. Now seeing it first-hand and experiencing it, he is left not just shocked but in utter despair. The Murong Clan facing such a person? They’ve hit a streak of bad luck for eight generations! The one he hates most now is Li Qingluo for dragging the Murong Clan into this mess! Without her, you and the Murong Clan might have become friends.]

[Achievement Medal won: You’ve gained Xiaoo Yuanshan’s high admiration.]

[Note: Xiaoo Yuanshan has never admired anyone this much in his life. You are the only one!]

After collecting two Achievement Medals,

Ding Ling didn’t linger any longer and flew away:

”Xiaoo Yuanshan, Murong Bo is left to you to handle. After you’ve dealt with him, remember to come to the army and report to me. I hope you can be a General like your son.”

”Yes, Your Majesty.”

Xiaoo Yuanshan’s voice was high and resounding, full of vigor:

”I will definitely go!”

The great revenge was near.

Xiaoo Yuanshan felt a profound sense of relief and delight surged through him from head to toe looking at Murong Bo kneeling defeated on the ground, laughing heartily thrice:

”Old thief, did you ever think you’d end up like this?!”

”Hmph.”

Murong Bo sneered mockingly:

”If my Murong Clan hadn’t been unlucky and dragged into this, forming a vendetta with Ding Ling, it’s likely Ding Ling would have been my friend. Then you’d be the one dead, and I’d be the one laughing!”

”Victory belongs to the king and defeat to the invader. Such is fate and destiny. Old thief, it just means your fortune was scant, unworthy of this blessing; meet your end!”

Xiaoo Yuanshan struck a palm, ending Murong Bo, then turned and strode towards the Western Xia military.

Now with his great vengeance fulfilled,

he felt entirely unburdened.

The rest of his life was now for himself, for his son.

Joining the ranks under Ding Ling.

To become one of Ding Ling’s formidable generals, waging campaigns north and south, unifying the world.

A hundred years later, the Xiaoo Family.

Perhaps would become a top-tier family!

Thinking of all this.

Xiaoo Yuanshan became more and more exhilarated.

His recognition and admiration for Ding Ling surged exponentially.

What filled him with even more pride and satisfaction was.

His son was friends with Ding Ling!

Just this alone was enough to surpass countless others.

”My son truly has deep fortune! Just on this point, the old Murong thief is far behind.”

Xiaoo Feng being valued by Ding Ling and selected as Grand General.

Xiaoo Yuanshan felt deeply honored, very gratified, and thrilled!

And now.

He too was being valued by Ding Ling!

This further stirred his once dormant heart into a frenzy of excitement!

”My emperor, avenged my blood feud, values my son, how could I, Xiaoo Yuanshan, not be devoted beyond reason?!”

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With Ding Ling’s relentless advance.

He personally took action.

Crushing and conquering all obstacles along the way.

His momentum unstoppable!

Very effortlessly, he captured one formidable city after another, reaching the Great Song Imperial City.

With his own strength alone.

Employing Soaring in the Void, he ignored the dense rain of arrows shot from the towers on the Imperial City walls.

Charging into the city tower.

Striking down with one hand.

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Dark Clouds Without Rain!

A deluge of Dragon-shaped Qi shadows burst forth with mighty force, with endless roaring explosions, severed limbs flying everywhere, and a bloody rain descending from the sky.

In an instant,

he had crushed over a thousand men!

The killing was too swift.

The blood scattered and poured down like ’rain’ from the sky.

Such scenes terrified Song officers and soldiers, making them tremble and wail.

Ding Ling’s actions were simply meant to intimidate the Song soldiers.

And so, after one strike, he refrained from further action, employing Soaring in the Void once again, launching forward with wind waves surging from his feet, bursting towards the Great Song Imperial Palace.