Min Zu felt as though the laws of his Great Dao World were being stripped away layer by layer by Ding Huan, and he forgot to beg for mercy.

At this moment, there was only one voice in his mind: This is fake, absolutely fake.

He was a true saint of the Taoist Sect of Great Principles, theoretically, even an existence at the eighth step of the Great Dao wasn't qualified to strip away his Great Dao World.

And the World of Gods simply didn't have a Great Dao eighth step existence.

What was happening now?

How could this Qi Sha before him be stripping away his Great Dao World, and almost successful at that?

No, his Great Dao World absolutely couldn't be forcibly opened by anyone.

Min Zu was about to stop it when he saw that his world had already been torn open by Ding Huan, and then heaps of Dao Veins, Magical Treasures, Tao Fruits, various Jade Scrolls, and Treasures were all swept away by Ding Huan...

His Great Dao World began to collapse, and his faith was collapsing as well.

However, in theory, he still had a chance of reincarnation, but at this moment, Min Zu completely lost the courage to continue reincarnating.

He had cultivated into a true saint, the hardship and heart's blood consumed during the process, only he knew.

Moreover, he gained numerous cultivation resources in the World of Gods.

If he reincarnated again, could he have these opportunities once more?

Ding Huan's stripping of Min Zu's world was seen clearly by the King Jiang Jian.

He was equally shocked and terrified.

The world of a person from the Taoist Sect of Great Principles being stripped? And a true saint at that?

This was simply the greatest joke in the World of Gods.

Yet today, he personally witnessed this greatest joke.

If this continued, his situation would only worsen.

Once Min Zu's belongings were taken, and Min Zu was slain by that Qi Sha, he would face an attack from both sides.

That Qi Sha, whether real or fake, had power far beyond that of an ordinary true saint.

The King Jiang Jian gritted his teeth, even if today he had to peel his skin, he had to take down these two.

Thinking of this, the King Jiang Jian didn't hesitate to spit out an Ice Pearl, and the Ice Spear in his hand transformed into an Ice Dragon.

At this moment, the aura around him surged, as if it was going to tear the sky apart.

As the aura surged, King Jiang Jian's physical body shriveled visibly, and his flesh and blood withered at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, he became a skeleton wrapped in skin.

The Ice Dragon appeared beneath him, lifting him up.

Di He knew Ding Huan had set up a backup plan here, so he couldn't possibly fight King Jiang Jian to the death.

After seeing King Jiang Jian's aura suddenly double, he instinctively retreated.

This retreat cost him the initiative, and he failed to prevent King Jiang Jian from activating the Chaos Ice Dao Pearl.

In just an instant, Di He felt a chill throughout his body, and even though he was enveloped in the light radiated by the Great Sun Wheel, he still couldn't dispel this chill.

A terrifying aura filled his Divine Soul.

Not good, Di He thought of frantically fleeing as soon as possible.

But he was still too late.

Boom!

It was as if the universe shattered, with cracks appearing in space, and Di He was blasted apart by this terrifying icy aura.

His entire body was like a rag doll, with shattered bones...

"Crack!"

In the midst of the violent space, a cold Dao Law cut through Di He's waist, dividing him into two halves.

Di He fell from the sky, unable even to move his body to repair himself.

Blood gushed out like it was worthless from Di He's severed body.

At this moment, even an ordinary Divine King Realm being could take Di He's life.

Ding Huan also felt that something was wrong; before he could destroy Min Zu's Primordial Spirit, the terrifying aura of death swept toward him overwhelmingly.

Ding Huan was blasted out like a cannonball.

His bones also shattered inch by inch at this moment.

And his barrier, like a joke, shattered like paper under this terrifying force.

Following this, Ding Huan saw the Ice Dragon charging toward him, with King Jiang Jian looking like a skeleton wrapped in skin, lying atop the Ice Dragon.

This Ice Dragon was King Jiang Jian's Ice Spear; he himself had been drained of essence blood and still wanted to take Ding Huan's life before leaving.

Ding Huan spat out a stream of essence blood, and the Great Universe Technique Circulation frantically spun.

Despite being severely injured by the tearing power of the violent Dao Law, he was not Di He.

His recovery ability was unmatched, especially since it was various Heaven and Earth Rules tearing at his wounds.

As long as he responded quickly, no Dao Law could harm him.

"Crack!"

Ding Huan fell to the ground, not only did his bones begin to shatter, but the fierce chill of the Daoist Rhythm was also charging at his Cosmic World.

This Dao Rhythm's striking power was too terrifying; even the space of heaven and earth showed several cracks, and Ding Huan wanted very much to grab the Breaking Tribulation Blade.

But no matter how strong his recovery ability was, he couldn't regain his combat power hastily.

The King Jiang Jian, who looked like skin wrapped around bones, actually sat up from the back of the Ice Dragon.

A sinister grin appeared at his lips as he raised his shriveled hand seal and wanted to grab Ding Huan.

Ding Huan no longer went for the Breaking Tribulation Blade; with a thought, the Dusk Drum burst forth.

Bang!

The Dusk Drum clashed against King Jiang Jian's hand seal, and boundless Dao sounds were unleashed.

The Ice Dragon also momentarily froze because of this.

Ding Huan seized this gap and frantically gathered his Dao Will.

But his injuries were too severe; every time his Dao Will struck the Dusk Drum, it would spur out a Blood Arrow.

Thump, thump, thump!

The Dusk Drum seemed to be activated by Ding Huan's blood, releasing a vicious aura.

Each beat of the drum resonates like millions of soldiers advancing on the battlefield in the void.

The relentless sound of battle echoes ceaselessly...

The King of Jiang Jian clearly realizes that now is the best time to slay Ding Huan. He abandoned a supreme treasure to kill, definitely not just for an unknown Seventh Step.

This impostor pretending to be Qi Sha is the one he truly despises to the core.

The Ice Dragon seemed to pause in the void, impacted by the fierce Dao rhythm of the Dusk Drum.

The King of Jiang Jian, disregarding his skin and bones, continued burning his Taoist Rhythm.

He too was stirred into a fierce temperament.

He couldn't believe it; he, the Master of the Universe Jiang Jian, used the Chaos Ice Dao Pearl yet couldn't slay a Fifth Step of the Great Dao.

Ding Huan's eyes bled; he had no idea what method the King of Jiang Jian used earlier that resulted in Di He being sliced in half with no ability to resist, leaving him heavily wounded.

But when it comes to fighting desperately, you're not the only one, King of Jiang Jian; I, Ding Huan, can fight desperately too.

Dao Rhythm burns fiercely, Essence Blood is swept away, and his hair instantly turns snow white.

The Dusk Drum's Dao rhythm surges.

Thud thud thud!

The void exploded with the Dusk Drum's Dao sound, turning the space's murderous atmosphere into solid form, making the space entirely somber and dark.

Endless Death Dao Rhythm collided, and a fiercer battle law crisscrossed this space.

From Jiang Jian Wang, Ding Huan, and also the Ice Dragon Spear...

Originally sitting on the ground, Ding Huan suddenly stood up, punching the Dusk Drum.

The drumbeat, already full of intense murderous intent, seemed to ascend to another level, with the killing intent rising again.

Ding Huan's long howl made the Dusk Drum seem to have a life, sensing Ding Huan's roar.

Thud thud thud thud thud!

The murder drum sound grew even denser and unbroken, starting to tear apart the space in tandem with Ding Huan's long howl.

The drumbeat was no longer just sound but turned into substantial long blades of sound, slicing towards the Ice Dragon Spear that still sought to devour Ding Huan.

Dao sound exploded one after another, the killing momentum unceasingly relentless.

Long blades of drum sound cleaved, transforming into blade light storms, all ripped apart by the ice light spewed by the Ice Dragon.

The King of Jiang Jian shuddered, the momentum to capture Ding Huan quickly weakened.

Seeing Ding Huan, covered in blood with snow-white hair, standing like a javelin beside the Dusk Drum, the King of Jiang Jian suddenly had a thought — perhaps he might never manage to kill this person before him.

The King of Jiang Jian was a Master of the Universe; he was aware such unintended thoughts were the most terrifying.

If it were any other time, such thoughts would never arise.

No, if he doesn't kill this guy today, it will only become harder in the future.

Even more, such a shadow might form under his Dao thoughts.

How could he tolerate that?

Thin mist rose around the shriveled body of the King of Jiang Jian, and a world-destroying aura once again engulfed this space.

In the void, pale ice moons began to appear one after another.

These ice moons resembled Half Moon Saber rings, their aura akin to the ice pearl the King of Jiang Jian spat earlier.

With the mist around Jiang Jian Wang growing thicker, the deathly aura contained within those ice moons also grew more violent, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.

Ding Huan actually closed his eyes, knowing that if he retreated one step today, he'd die without a burial ground.

This was beyond what the Dusk Drum could handle.

The Breaking Tribulation Blade, which lay on the ground, suddenly sensed Ding Huan's intent, abruptly flying up and landing in his hand.

Holding the Breaking Tribulation Blade in his hand, the space filled with slaughter and desolation began to ripple.

From the initial flow of Dao rhythm aura, it gradually transformed into blade winds that could easily shred through everything existing.

If Min Zu wasn't dead, standing here would be equally shredded into pieces by such blade winds.

The blade winds swirling around Ding Huan collided with the ice blade moon aura of Jiang Jian Wang, continually clashing in this space.

The space, ruined with fragments of law, became chaotic, a sense of despair seeping through the stillness.

Ding Huan took a step forward, the Breaking Tribulation Blade in his hand tearing and striking forth.

This slash seemed to split the starry sky!

The ice blade moons floating in the void all seemed to be under Ding Huan's blade.

The sword light radiated.

Ding Huan, like his blade, gave himself no room to retreat.

The west wind howled, the long space blade light cut through the ice moon!

Ding Huan vowed to cut down all the ice moons of Jiang Jian Wang, certain that this was his last resort.

If this slash couldn't kill Jiang Jian Wang, he'd have the ice moons cut him.

Jiang Jian Wang's eyes flashed with ferocity, understanding this was the best moment to strike down his adversary.

If this strike couldn't kill the opponent, he'd leave at once.

Boom!

The sky was filled with exploding ice moons, scattering endless ice blade lights, covering the sky and ground shooting at Ding Huan.

Ding Huan's blade beam collided with these ice blade lights, causing the space, filled with fractured laws, to collapse with gaps appearing everywhere.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

One after another, ice blade lights pierced through Ding Huan's body, seemingly to explode all remaining blood in his body.

Ding Huan could hold on no longer, barely propping himself up with his blade on the ground, stabilizing his shaking, ruined body.

The Ice Dragon fared no better than Ding Huan.

Ding Huan's Breaking Tribulation Blade's beam nearly shredded the Ice Dragon's head into fragments.

The King of Jiang Jian left.

He was left with only skin and bones; his ice moon Divine Skills were broken by Ding Huan, and the Ice Dragon's head was nearly shredded by Ding Huan. Staying meant death.

Even knowing Ding Huan would soon be unable to hold on, he couldn't persist either.

Remaining gave them both a chance at victory; he didn't wish to gamble any longer. Jiang Jian Wang was never a gambler.

(Good night, fellow Daoist!)