First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

Both palms struck out simultaneously.

Jinche Dao unleashed Slash Attacks that shattered thousands of troops and horses, while Ticket Wind energy carried petals that dissolved severed limbs and broken arms.

Blood became rain, the stench melted into the wind, resentment transformed into clouds—the scene before their eyes was a hellish spectacle of human suffering.

The terrifying, million-meter-tall fierce deity strode forward. No basic attacks here, only full-powered moves!!!

Since he was going all out, he chose to show them the utmost respect.

[Purple Tenuity Heavenly Fire] scorched the heavens, [Mountain-Shaking Earth-Quaking] stomped the earth to pieces.

Who cares where you’re from? He’d slaughter his way from north to south.

Scalding high temperatures, terrifying force.

Burning space shattered, a single punch’s shockwave cleared the air.

BOOM!!!!!A ring of black energy exploded, causing mountains to crumble and trees to fall.

The punch flew forth, its power undiminished, crushing everything ahead, clearing a vast swath, directly striking Hidden Dragon Ridge. The debris it kicked up flew from fucking Four Dukes Mountain all the way to Great Jing’s Royal Capital.

A focused look revealed a perilous, ten-thousand-zhang chasm, as if carved by axes and blades.

Souls fled in terror, a man-made natural barrier.

The four dukes of Four Dukes Mountain who had just stepped forward—the old men from the Nian, Qu, Feng, and Zhong families—their faces had turned pale!

Holy shit!!

Great Han sent a monster.

Could you be any more exaggerated!?

With strength like this, why didn’t you say so earlier!!!

What are we even supposed to fight against this? We might as well just surrender.

They had truly been schemed against, trapped in a setup, tricked, messed with, and played!!!

Not a single bit of this was winnable.

What a fucking joke.

What does Spirit Refinement First Layer matter? Even if it were Spirit Refinement Second or Third Layer, if they came, they still couldn’t fight this. Who the hell has ever seen something like this? Once a fight starts, them losing their heads would only count as Lu Ding underperforming.

It’s not about the size, it’s just... it’s just... this [Dharma Form] thing, it’s very special...

Never mind fighting it, just standing there, whoever comes gets paralyzed, like encountering a natural predator.

The old man from the Qu Family was still asking here, ”Do we... do we still go?”

Instantly, three gazes shot towards him.

Fierce!!!!

As if saying, come on, you go, you do it, go, go, go, you go fight.

The old man from the Qu Family took a step back.

The Nian Family’s old patriarch, Nian Hu, stepped forward. It wasn’t that he wasn’t afraid, but he was fucking out of options. There was no way to fight this.

He was just about to open his mouth, to see if they could negotiate.

Lu Ding let out a roar, endless brutality accompanying the sound, majestic and imposing, vast as a great bell.

”Nian Hu!!!!!”

[Call of the Seized Soul] activated at this moment!

Nian Hu, worthy of being Spirit Refinement First Layer, didn’t just black out and fall asleep on the spot. Instead, he stood there in a dazed stupor. Within this gap, it was the perfect opportunity to strike!

Black clouds pressed down, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

Under the interweaving of light and darkness.

Lu Ding’s million-meter-tall figure flickered, arriving before Nian Hu in an instant, his hand holding [Black Devours Sun] to ’enlighten’ him with a ’pouring on the crown’, smashing down right on his head.

By the time Nian Hu reacted from his momentary confusion.

There were no longer any traces of the other three old men around him. Only he remained, facing Lu Ding’s certain-kill strike.

”No!!!!!!!!”

BOOM!!!!!!

A soaring mushroom cloud roared and erupted.

Even separated by countless mountains and rivers, it still allowed Great Jing’s Royal Capital to glimpse half of its ferocity.

The Nian Family’s Spirit Refinement cultivator, dead!!!!

Before the dust and smoke had even dispersed, Lu Ding swept a glance filled with killing intent to the right, looking at the fleeing Feng Family’s Old Patriarch!

Before he set out for Great Jing, Secretary Qiu had given him a list. On it were the names of these four old men from Four Dukes Mountain.

Each and every one of them was steeped in wicked deeds.

The key point was, it would be one thing if they just wreaked havoc locally, what does that have to do with Great Han? But these old fossils who refuse to die actually dared to cause trouble for Great Han.

Did they really think no one knew?!

Lu Ding’s visit this time was to conveniently collect them. Of course, killing them today would be best. If he couldn’t, it was fine too—he’d kill them later. He never planned to give them a way out anyway.

A rather challenging task, after all, they were Spirit Refinement cultivators. But it also represented a rich reward!!!

Lu Ding absolutely would not allow any reward to slip through his fingers.

Since the targets were confirmed, life and death set in opposition, then whatever moves he had, he would use them.

”Qu Hong!!!!”

Like the King of Hell calling the roll, [Call of the Seized Soul] activated again, causing the old man from the Qu Family a moment of disorientation. The function of a control skill was always to control the enemy, ensuring subsequent damage skills wouldn’t miss.

He pushed his palm forward.

Black light erupted in his hand, darkness spreading inch by inch, suppressing all. Wherever it passed, life force was severed. The scenery within couldn’t be seen, but the terror within could be heard.

In the silence of all things, demons and monsters ran amok, mountains and rivers overturned.

Unknown horrors gnawed and tore at Qu Hong’s body, the pain jolting him awake.

But the darkness, thick like viscous asphalt, stubbornly dragged the struggling Qu Hong.

Even with his Spirit Refinement cultivation, having become a semi-god, he couldn’t escape the darkness’s invasion, his Divinity being tainted. After all, the ’black dog’ could not only exorcise evil but also break spells.

”Ah!!!! Lu Ding!!!!”

Qu Hong exhausted all his strength to delay his death countdown, screaming while shouting, ”Spare me!!! I have no intention of being your enemy!!!!!!”

”I’m willing to clear the path, let you pass!!!!”

It hurt, it hurt so much, the pain of flesh and blood being torn and gnawed away from his body. The darkness clinging to his body inch by inch, upon closer look, was actually countless densely packed little black hands, greedily tearing.

Qu Hong could even feel that some impatient, starved unknown horror was chewing on him, cold teeth scraping meat off his bones.

Lu Ding gave him one last look. ”Too late.”

His million-meter-tall body instantly turned, his leg sweeping out in a horizontal kick.

Sending the Zhong Family’s old man, who had hidden his form to sneak attack, flying with one kick!!!

The massive shin bone struck like a heavenly pillar.

BOOM!!!!!

Zhong Jian, flying backwards, shouted, ”Do it!!!!!”

Feng Nanhen appeared, raising his hand to perform a spell. In the wild mountains and desolate graves, countless fierce ghosts and vengeful spirits dragged a gigantic tombstone over, pressing it down right on Lu Ding’s head. Feng Nanhen used his hand as a brush, writing rapidly.

[Deceased] [Early] [Years] [Heroic]

[Lu] [Born in an unknown year]

[Ding] [Died in Great Jing calendar, Year Jia Chen, Month Ding Chou, Day Ji Chou, first quarter of the Chen hour]

[Of] [Buried and sealed at Great Jing’s Four Dukes Mountain]

[Tomb] [Life story unknown]

It seemed like a lot, but it was written in an instant. The Feng Family’s old man, Feng Nanhen, stopped writing and chanted the rites, ”Seal the coffin for burial!!!!!!”

Pfft......

He spat a mouthful of blood. Seeing his body swaying unsteadily, bleeding from all seven orifices, he was already struggling to hold on. He truly never expected that even his family’s signature skill could barely restrain Lu Ding!!!

But fortunately, he could force it!!!

Originally, the two of them had wanted to run after Nian Hu died. But when Qu Hong also got hit, the two instantly developed a ’burn the boats’ determination. Running like this, they would definitely not survive. Better to gamble everything, hence the scene just now with Zhong Jian’s sneak attack and now Feng Nanhen forcibly burying Lu Ding.

Watching countless vengeful spirits use chains to lasso Lu Ding’s gigantic form and drag him down.

Gotta say, a Spirit Refinement cultivator going all out really had some strength. Lu Ding struggled twice and actually didn’t break free immediately.

But the third time was different.

On the third struggle, Lu Ding spread his arms wide, shattering the chains, leaking his fierce aura, causing those countless fierce ghosts and vengeful spirits to explode on the spot. Feng Nanhen immediately suffered severe backlash, vomiting three mouthfuls of blood, even his internal organs came up. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

”How is this possible, how is it possible you broke free in just three breaths!!!!”

”This is my Feng Family’s burial secret technique, this is my Feng Family’s heirloom spell!!!!!!”

Lu Ding raised his hand to grab, his massive palm seeming to tear off the celestial dome itself, seizing Feng Nanhen in his hand and slamming him to the ground with a *bang*. He then crushed the void with his other hand, pulling out an ancient stone tablet. It wasn’t [Golden Ao Island]—he wasn’t worthy of that—but the lower-tier [Stone Dang].

Spell fusion didn’t mean he couldn’t use them separately. Useful things never go out of style. It’s just that [Stone Dang]’s power was smaller than [Golden Ao Island], but its consumption was also smaller.

Lu Ding held the stone tablet, a ferocious snarl on his face. ”You like erecting tombstones for people? Let me fucking erect one for you!!!!”

[Stone Dang] became a pestle in his hand. As soon as the hand pressing Feng Nanhen moved away, Lu Ding gripped Stone Dang and smashed it down on him a few times, a few dozen times—DuangDuangDuang!!!

Finally, he planted the stone tablet on that pile of minced meat, turned around, and raised his hand to directly point at the last of Great Jing’s Four Dukes, Zhong Shi.

”Fucking your turn now!!!”