Chapter 970: The Last Ten People

Chapter 970 The Last Ten People

"Step back." Feng Ning sized Ding Hao up with his purple eyes and stood in front of Zhu Ganglie.

The pigman was really seriously wounded. In addition to the fracture, the places scratched by Evil Moon were bleeding hard. A kind of strange power had invaded his body. He could not fully recover in a short time. As soon as he was teleported to the Gold Divine Hall, he sat down cross-legged to adjust his aura and recover.

Feng Ning could feel Ding Hao's surging killing intent.

He must protect Zhu Ganglie.

Just like when Zhu Ganglie killed Wilderness Saber Inscription, the commander in the God's Palace in the Stone Mouth City, he could not let the pig be killed when the latter was in a weak state.

"Get out of the way." There seemed to be a fire burning in Ding Hao's eyes.

Feng Ning frowned while holding the long sword in his arms. He shook his head and sneered. "Retreat while I'm in a good mood. You aren't the first one to provoke me like this. You will face miserable consequences."

Ding Hao's eyes suddenly became sharp and he said, "Feng Ning, get out of the way."

Feng Ning's body shook and his eyes brightly shined. He looked shocked.

This name had not been used for a long time, and no one in this world knew it. Even his own master didn't know this name. This was the first time someone had called out his real name since he came to the Land of Divine Grace. Just who was this man in front of him?

"How did you know my name?" Feng Ning asked warily.

Ding Hao snorted, and a glimmer of bright sword radiance appeared on the fingertips of his right hand, which flashed for a brief moment.

The sword radiance was not very powerful, nor was it a kind of amazing magical power. But after only one glance at it, Feng Ning stared at Ding Hao as if he had seen a ghost. After a long while, there was a flash of understanding in his eyes, as if he had understood something.

"Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture... This... You... You are Senior Brother Ding?" Feng Ning looked at Ding Hao incredulously.

The appearance of the young man in front of him was far different from that of the former No. 1 swordsman of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts, but the man could call out his name and cultivate Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture to such an extent. In addition, Ding Hao showed his powerful Sword Intent in the battles on the golden fighting rings, so Feng Ning guessed Ding Hao's real identity at once.

Feng Ning thought about it carefully. In the entire Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, be it talent or strength, only the peerless genius who used to be called the No. 1 swordsman in the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts could reach such a realm.

"Get out of the way," said Ding Hao in a deep voice.

Everyone clearly felt that this young man was like a volcano that was about to erupt. The power suppressed in his body was too terrible. Once it burst out, it was enough to destroy all the people here.

Many people were curious about the technique that the young man had performed. It was not very brilliant, but people wondered why the successor of Sword Daimon was shocked and his aura weakened in an instant after he saw it.

Previously, many people recognized Feng Ning's identity on the big crystal screen. Peerless Lotus Attack was extremely terrifying and brilliant. Why was he so afraid of this young man?

"Well... Senior Brother Ding, I have some connection with this man..." Feng Ning tried to communicate with Ding Hao.

Ding Hao did not speak.

He looked up at Feng Ning, his eyes as sharp as the sword radiance.

Feng Ning was startled.

Although he had only been in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect with Ding Hao for a little more than two years and hadn't had much contact with the latter, he knew Ding Hao's character very well. Ding Hao was extremely protective of his own people. Once he was provoked, he would become crazy. No matter who it was, he would fight the man to the death.

What was the reason that Ding Hao, who had always been gentle and modest, became so furious?

Feng Ning thought for a moment. There seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind. Suddenly, he remembered that the Fat Cat, who had been forced to death by Zhu Ganglie on the gold branch fighting ring, seemed to be a little like the cute pet cat who had once kept following Senior Brother Ding.

Feng Ning hadn't seen it for many years. The little cute cat had changed so much that he did not recognize it.

"If that's the case..." Feng Ning looked back at Zhu Ganglie and silently mourned for him. Although Zhu Ganglie had been forced to do so, his days would be numbered for offending such a monster as Ding Hao.

However, he really could not allow Zhu Ganglie to be killed before his eyes.

Feng Ning was caught between a rock and a hard place. He had never met such a troublesome problem. He felt that he was in a dilemma. He respected Ding Hao in his heart. After all, it was Ding Hao who had won the quota for the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect so that more people of the sect could enter the Sage Battlefield. Later on, Feng Ning could experience the adventures and made his current achievements.

In this respect, Ding Hao had done him a favor.

However...

Feng Ning gritted his teeth and was about to say something. At this time, Zhu Ganglie stood up, pulled Feng Ning aside, and stood in front of Ding Hao. A trace of blood was flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He said seriously, "You want to kill me? Because of that cat?"

"Yes." Ding Hao's voice was cold as if it had come from hell.

"I didn't mean to force it to death. You know, everyone on the golden fighting ring is a marionette. If you don't fight, you will die," said Zhu Ganglie sincerely.

"You must die for killing someone," said Ding Hao coldly.

If the Fat Cat were here, it would definitely correct him jokingly—"You're wrong. He must die for killing a cat." At the thought of the little creature, who had been following him, dying without even leaving a corpse, Ding Hao felt uncontrollable sadness and he couldn't suppress his killing intent.

Zhu Ganglie's chubby face gradually became serious. He thought carefully and said, "If you make a move now, you will suffer the divine punishment of the Gold Divine Hall. Before you can hurt me, you will die first."

Ding Hao looked up at the dome of the Gold Divine Hall. Holding the Devil Saber and the Rusted Sword, he said, "I'll give it a try."

"Why do you have to take such a risk? I think if your pet knew it, it would definitely stop you. It doesn't want you to take the risk." Zhu Ganglie suddenly laughed and said, "How about this? Let's not start a fight for the time being. If we can both get out of here alive, I will give you a chance to take revenge. How about a fair fight?"

Ding Hao stared at the pigman's face and took a deep breath. Suddenly, his black hair fluttered, and the Devil Saber in his hand pointed to the sky. He roared furiously. "No matter who it is, no matter what the reason is, the one behind all this, listen to me, I swear that I will kill you even if I have to use all my strength in my life."

His voice was as loud as thunder.

The Devil Saber vibrated and released the terrifying aura like that of a bloodthirsty demon king, as if responding to and witnessing Ding Hao's oath.

The Gold Divine Hall seemed to have sensed Ding Hao's strong killing intent and hatred. It shook and rumbled, and the inscriptions on the gold walls flowed with golden light, as if they were alive. It seemed to be the rage of an Immortal Spirit.

Everyone's expression changed greatly. They did not expect such a thing to happen.

Could it be that the Gold Divine Hall was furious?

Powerful thunder and lightning were gathering on the gold dome as if they were going to destroy the world. But somehow, the thunder and lightning did not fall. After brewing for a while, they slowly disappeared.

Ding Hao did not look afraid at all.

After swearing an oath, he turned around and left.

After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at Zhu Ganglie, saying, "You are seriously injured now. If I kill you, it will seem like I take advantage of your weak state. I believe that Evil Moon would also be disdainful of that if it knew it. When you recover, there will be a battle between you and me."

"Okay." Zhu Ganglie nodded.

Ding Hao lowered his head and sighed, no longer saying anything. He forcibly suppressed the killing intent and hatred in his heart and went toward a towering gold divine pillar a hundred meters away. He sat cross-legged at the foot of the pillar, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breath.

He calmed down and thought about it carefully. Zhu Ganglie might not be blamed for Evil Moon's death. The pigman was also forced to step into the fighting ring. The real murderer was the one who had designed all this.

"I must leave this place alive."

Ding Hao looked up at the ten gold thrones floating in the Gold Divine Hall. He suddenly realized something. Maybe when there were only ten survivors left in the Gold Divine Hall, some kind of change would be triggered.

"So you are from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect?" No one knew when Yu Miejue went to stand in front of Ding Hao. She looked him up and down curiously and asked, "Your surname is Ding?"

Ding Hao did not open his eyes. He said calmly, "I don't want to talk now."

Yu Miejue looked a bit embarrassed, and a strange look flashed across her face. She said, "Well, I know that you are in a bad mood now, so I won't talk with you. But I believe that sooner or later, we may sit down and have a good talk."

After saying so, she turned around and left.

For a moment, the Gold Divine Hall seemed to be a bit quiet.

The golden light was still flashing. This time, the person who was chosen was Feng Ning. He was teleported to the Buddha's palm which served as a fighting ring. His opponent was a masked man in black armor. This man should be in cahoots with the man with a golden hook as his hand, who killed the masters from various forces in the underground labyrinth. This man's strength was horrible, and he was fighting with Feng Ning fiercely.

This was not the first time that these masked men in black armor had appeared on the golden fighting rings. Many of them had been killed. It seemed that their organization was not to be trifled with.

In the end, Feng Ning defeated his opponent and was teleported back by the golden light.

He was also injured. One of his arms had almost been cut off by the masked master in black armor. Only half a bone was linking the broken arm. Blood was dripping down. As soon as he returned to the Gold Divine Hall, he began to regulate his Qi and adjust his breath, racing against time to recover his strength.

"Thunder Roar" Ding Ling and the three God Realm Masters from the God's Palace thought that it was a pity.

Since the previous conflict, Ding Ling and the others had hoped very much that Feng Ning, Zhu Ganglie, and others would die in the battles on the fighting rings, but unfortunately, things went contrary to their wishes.

If they weren't to be punished by the golden lightning, they might have taken the opportunity to kill Feng Ning and Zhu Ganglie.

Time flew by.

More and more people were selected by the golden light and were teleported to the fighting rings.

The battles had become extremely fierce.

For anyone, being teleported out might very well mean death. People would encounter more and more powerful opponents as time went by. Life and death could be decided by a thought. A small mistake could make a master die with regret.

More and more people died.

In the end, among the people from the God's Palace, only "Thunder Roar" Ding Ling survived. The other three God Realm Masters all died in the battles on the fighting rings.

In addition, an eight-winged master from the Feather Clan and an indigo master from the Ceroman Clan had also survived the difficult battles.

Among the masters from the Sea Clan, only the Whaleton Warrior, who had been following the Mermaid Princess, was left. He was quite lucky. His opponents were all seriously injured. Moreover, he had a secret weapon that had saved his life many times.

Ding Hao was injured, but he was definitely in the best state among everyone. In all the battles, he did not use the Rusted Sword or the Devil Saber.

Zhu Ganglie and Feng Ning also survived.

Among the masters from the Beastman Clan, only Little Ape King was left. The masters from the Beast Clan by his side had all died in the battles on the golden fighting rings. The genius from the Beast Clan held a long gold rod as he howled sadly with hatred burning in his chest.

With the protection of the Divine Artifact God-suppressing Seal, Yu Miejue had also passed the last round. The bald giant Arnold under her command was so badly injured that he failed to survive the last battle. But Schwarz was lucky enough to survive.

After such cruel battles, there were only ten people left in the Gold Divine Hall.

When Schwarz, who had fought in the last round of battle, was teleported back by the golden light, a strange change occurred. The ten gold thrones shone with an incomparable brilliance, enveloping the ten of them.