novelraw Chapter 652: Cursing a Fifth Restriction Expert to Death, The Hoary Elder, The Grey-Bearded Old Thief
Chapter 652: Cursing a Fifth Restriction Expert to Death, The Hoary Elder, The Grey-Bearded Old Thief
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Lu Ding flicked his cloak with a wave of his hand, "There aren't that many reasons, there aren't that many causes!"
"It's simply this: you can watch the Path of Dry Bones 749 bully others, but you cannot stand others bullying the Path of Dry Bones 749!!!"
Mu Lianshan could not bear the real wounds behind Lu Ding's words, blood poured from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered a few steps.
Lu Ding pressed forward step by step, his assault unrelenting.
"Old and not dying is thievery, you shameless old thief, you thing that won't die while old."
"I accepted the Great Han's highest 749 secret order, specially dispatched to New City, landed in White Ridge;
life and death are mine to decide, praise or blame is for others to give. Investigation or interrogation, life or death—I make the judgement myself."
"You, who slink and bow your head, crawling for food and clothing, you old thing, how dare you question me?!"
"When the Path of Dry Bones 749 was wreaking havoc on an area, you shrank back in the logistics depot like a turtle hiding its head, ears deaf to everything outside the window."
"When the Path of Dry Bones 749 faced its greatest calamity, you stood on the battlefield and carried out sneak attacks, dying still with the scent of bone-setting on your lips.""You don't deserve it!!!"
Boom!!!!!
A gale surged forth.
This was Lu Ding's emotion driving the roar of his aura.
There was no physical attack, but under this spiritual assault Mu Lianshan spat blood.
"Pu!!!!!!"
His black hair turned white in an instant.
Seeing that he wasn't dead, Lu Ding pursued to finish him off.
"High-minded talk of uprightness and purity, yet actually double standards inside and out, wanting to work in service industries while also trying to build a landmark monument. Hoary elder, grey-bearded old thief, your days are about to end;
we shall see what face you have to meet the martyrs who once shed blood and the old comrades-in-arms!"
"I... I... I....."
Mu Lianshan wanted to retort, but he did not know how.
Because everything Lu Ding said was true.
Back then he could have retired comfortably in Great Han, or cultivated properly.
But he was unwilling to give up the achievements and status he had established in New City.
He knew the Path of Dry Bones 749 oppressed the people and behaved badly;
the reason he had not intervened was because he believed that every 749 in New City acted the same way.
Birds of a feather flock together;
when the environment is stained dark, his own mindset quietly changed.
He simply refused to admit it, he just thought himself superior.
Now that Lu Ding had ripped off his fig leaves, he could no longer utter any righteous words.
He could only stammer repeatedly and keep retreating.
Images of his younger days flashed before his eyes—boastful vows with comrades while carrying out missions.
For New City, for Great Han, for the people, for all living beings!!!
In the end, he had only achieved "for himself."
There is nothing wrong with doing things for oneself—who does not?
But you cannot wave the banners of those noble ideals to associate with true predecessors of righteousness, then turn around and act for yourself.
Before, Mu Lianshan could use the environment as an excuse to deceive himself.
But now...
Lu Ding had come and shattered the darkness of that environment;
Mu Lianshan's petty calculations were exposed to the light, and once uncovered, they would die.
He could no longer lie to himself.
Yet he was one of the few who had survived the New City incident;
he could not accept this version of himself.
Nor could he bear to face the memories of old times.
Emotions tangled in his heart, Fifth Restriction heart-demons took root, reopened old wounds, and blood spurted out.
A final mouthful of life-blood surged back, sweet at his throat.
"Pu!!!!!!"
His life force was spat out along with that last mouthful of blood.
Mu Lianshan's breath rapidly withered;
he stumbled one last step, found his footing, and the whole body slowly collapsed.
Thud.....
The sound of a corpse hitting earth echoed.
Life was utterly severed.
Zhan Tingzhou watched this scene;
he had expected a fierce fight—after all, this was a Fifth Restriction expert, an elder-level cultivator.
But...
Cursed to death?
This occurrence painted a bold stroke on his worldview.
So... at that level of cultivation, someone could still be cursed to death???????
He really learned something new...
"His mouth... is truly venomous..."
Zhan Tingzhou even thought Lu Ding's words were more poisonous than his own techniques.
He had, with brute verbal force, literally cursed a Fifth Restriction to death...
Whether this would have successors he did not know, but it was certainly unprecedented.
Ahead, Lu Ding looked at the fallen and dead Mu Lianshan.
That he could be cursed to death showed he still had some face left.
If the words had not killed him, Lu Ding would have moved to kill him by force.
This outcome was acceptable.
As an old investigator he was fine in size, not corrupt, but to be struck down by fists and feet did not look good.
"Fine, since you spent your whole life here, then bury you here."
Lu Ding raised his foot and stomped.
Rumble rumble rumble.
The ground split open, and Mu Lianshan's corpse fell into it.
Lu Ding casually waved his hand and the earth closed.
A simple application of spiritual energy, nothing mystical—just raw technique.
When Lu Ding finished, Zhan Tingzhou walked over and spoke.
"I've notified headquarters. They are making preparations over there and are just waiting for an order to come and take him."
He glanced at the spot where the ground had been ground down by Lu Ding's power across the horizon.
"Will the next 749 bureau still be built here?"
"No. Let it be where it was before. This place was only for scenery before;
it is inconvenient for missions. 749 is a rapid response unit."
"Too far wastes time;
it can't cover the whole Path of Dry Bones."
After speaking, Lu Ding turned, "Let's go, return and check on the White Eagle people."
The two of them flew up into the sky.
After they left, the disturbance from this battle drew many curious onlookers.
When those people saw that the place where the Path of Dry Bones 749 bureau once sat had become a huge pit...
Each of their faces changed with fright.
At the same time, because Lu Ding's trip this time was not a full-scale mobilization—
If he had mobilized massively, perhaps the Path of Dry Bones would have heard and arranged a retreat in advance.
So for now no one knew this was his doing.
It was just one move, Black Devours Sun, and no one could react in time. Lu Ding did not dilly-dally in his actions, so nobody could catch him in the act.
This also led to changes in not only the faces of the curious viewers.
The sky over the Path of Dry Bones shifted as well.
Although Path of Dry Bones 749 had little external oversight, their presence had been a sword hanging over outlaws and wicked demons;
they dared not be too rampant.
Now the Path of Dry Bones 749 was gone, annihilated.
The last wild revelry of the Path of Dry Bones was about to begin.
As the saying goes, when heaven intends to destroy something, it first lets it run wild.
When the situation turns chaotic and remnants and corners emerge above the waterline, it becomes easier to clear them away.
The great purge of the Path of Dry Bones was coming.
At White Ridge 749's gate, Fu Xinghe, Qian Jin, and Hou Dehai awaited Lu Ding's return.
Especially Qian Jin and Hou Dehai—each had their own thoughts.
They could both foresee that with the Path of Dry Bones about to indulge in sins, this excellent opportunity to gain merit would tempt both of them.
But White Ridge 749 had to be watched over, which meant only one of them could go out.
Once one person left, with the Path of Dry Bones 749 gone, that side would need a new 749—whether a White Ridge branch or reconstruction of Path of Dry Bones 749, it would be something new.
New meant opportunity, and new also represented higher ceilings.
It went without saying that Qian Jin wanted to be a martyr.
As for Hou Dehai...
That broad-browed, big-eyed man wanted to be bureau chief.