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

Chapter 1035: Since the Coiling Mountain Lord
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He flipped his palm and struck, [Human King Loose Hands]

making the Coiling Mountain Lord cough up a mouthful of blood.

But he did not crush it to death with a single palm.

That was intentional.

Lu Ding did it on purpose.

In front of so many demonic spirits, brutally beating their leader served two purposes: one, to raise our side’s morale, two, to crush the enemy’s prestige.

If he had killed it with one slap,

the remaining demons would only resist stubbornly, clinging to the fantasy that their king would come to their aid.

So Lu Ding wanted to display the Coiling Mountain Lord’s defeat for every monster to see.

This is why, in films and dramas, after killing the leader they will say, “So-and-so is dead...”

and then the soldiers drop their weapons and surrender en masse.

Standing before the cave dwelling, the Coiling Mountain Lord who had been propping up the sky with its raised hand was slapped by Lu Ding into a spray of shattered rock.

It forced its body, which was on the verge of collapse, not to fall.

But across its body, those shocking cracks were spurting blood, horribly grotesque.

Under crushing pressure, it held on and endured.

The Coiling Mountain Lord’s molars were almost completely shattered.

“You... who are you? Why have you come to destroy my Serpent Coil Ridge!?”

Lu Ding stood crosswise in midair, black smoke swirling around him, the Four Fundamental Evil Aspects’ Invulnerable Vajra Body flickering in and out, the Sin Dragon’s phantom breathing black clouds.

He folded his arms.

His gaze slid down from the corner of his eye.

“New City, Lu Ding. Instead of asking me, you should ask yourself what you’ve done in collusion with the Baoji Kingdom. You were well situated on Overcast Mountain, the Great Han granted you a territory, and instead you bit the hand that fed you. The Great Han can’t manage this little affair from heaven, but I walk the human world, and I specialize in settling accounts!”

The Coiling Mountain Lord tried to step forward, its trembling body moving: “Ha ha ha ha, fine, fine, I thought some fierce strongman stood before me, turns out it’s New City’s Sin of Arrogance, Great Han’s Corpse-Shattering Taishui!!”

“Conspiring with the Baoji Kingdom for human-demon hybrids—yes, that’s on me, I admit it, but don’t you dare say the Great Han granted me this territory, I refuse that!!!!”

“Why should the land I wrested with my own cultivation and strength be called a gift from the Great Han!”

“It’s just the law of the jungle: the strong define the rules. I’m weak, I’m a rebel; you’re strong, you’re the righteous force. If I were strong, humans and demons would form a nation and the Great Han would be the heretic!!!”

Lu Ding laughed, his black wide-swinging robe billowing, literary sleeves flicking, martial sleeves sweeping a palm down: “Twisted logic!!!!”

Bang!!!!!

[Celestial Shift] teleported him in to kill.

He pressed the Coiling Mountain Lord hard against the cliff face, triggering a landslide!!!!

The Coiling Mountain Lord’s entire chest caved in.

Its broken sternum tore through flesh and exposed tissue.

Lu Ding’s voice sounded: “Now I’ll teach you an idiom: Those not of my kind must have different hearts. You are demons; the Great Han, with humanity at its core, drives you to extermination to prevent future harm—that is rational. But how many lives are there in the world? Species shouldn’t be wholly eradicated. Compassion is in heaven, empathy is in people.”

“Under natural selection, we leave you a sliver of life—allow your cultivation and development so long as you don’t harass humans. But you do not restrain yourselves, you show no gratitude. You clutch at a saved life and mistake it for earned strength.”

“With your three-legged-cat skills, you dare call that real power!?”

Lu Ding released his grip.

He let go of his suppression of the Coiling Mountain Lord.

Then he reached out, signaling the monster to come again.

The Coiling Mountain Lord reached back and got struck: “Do the strong have to be thanked when they give alms!?”

Lu Ding exerted force—pushing, cloud-handing, an elbow slammed across the chest, then an upward dragon-claw Removes Helmet, snagging the Coiling Mountain Lord’s throat.

With a violent tug, blood sprayed; the throat, steaming with heat, was torn from flesh.

Lu Ding’s voice rose: “At least it’s not repaying kindness with enmity!!!!”

The throat in his hand, the kneeling corpse, the flaring robe, the brutal battlefield—

accompanied by cries: “My king!!!!”

“The king is dead... we...”

“Even the king is dead, does our fate end like this...?”

In an instant, the Serpent Coil Ridge forces began to collapse in morale; most lesser demons at that moment gradually gave up resisting.

But some diehards, eyes bloodshot, roared in fury.

“Avenge the king!!!!!”

The Coiling Mountain Lord lay in a pool of blood.

Its loyalists charged in waves toward Lu Ding.

Thunderous sounds filled the air, shaking the ground.

Figures flew in horizontally, weapons in hand, forming a shield before Lu Ding, each with different postures.

Earnest Bai Hemen, Huangfu Lingyun with the Imperial Seal in hand, Fang Zhi who came from Hanjing with a blood-stained blade, the longsword-wielding, expressionless Zhou Chu...

All waiting for Lu Ding to say: “Time to end this final farce.”

Bang bang bang bang.......

Figures surged out, techniques and spells unleashed; cold blades flashed, corpses shattered everywhere, blood flowed like rivers.

Lu Ding turned, looking at the Coiling Mountain Lord, now without strength, life hanging by a thread.

The Way of the Jinche burst from his hand, bisecting its life’s journey at the waist.

Today it ended.

[Contain Monster: Cockscomb Snake Demon]

[Containment Reward: Return-Blood Anti-Venom]

[Return-Blood Anti-Venom: No bones remain, death erases the Dao; those afflicted have poison carry over into reincarnation, fragile and sickly bodies]

Good grief, that’s a little disgusting.

If you’re killed by Return-Blood Anti-Venom in this life, in the next life you reincarnate with residual poison, weak and constantly ill.

Torment!

While Lu Ding pondered, the words faded away.

They reappeared again.

[Sleeve Grinding, ready!]

[Return-Blood Anti-Venom, ready!]

[Spell: Heaven-and-Earth Poison Sleeve!]

[Heaven-and-Earth Poison Sleeve: One sleeve gathers heaven, hides venom within; when immortals come they die, when gods come they perish.]

At the instant the words appeared, Lu Ding thought he’d triggered a sleeve-world blast.

It wasn’t that.

But still, not bad.

Although only a spell, its power rivaled divine techniques; it fell short of divine miracles only because the Heaven-and-Earth Poison Sleeve’s secret lay in poison, whereas Sleeve Grinding’s scope was grander and more majestic.

In terms of ceiling, Sleeve Grinding is superior, but for baseline lethality and killing power, it had to be the Heaven-and-Earth Poison Sleeve.

It was like comparing a first-rate sword that could slice a hair and cleave iron, with a slightly less sharp blade smeared with a deadly toxin— the former splits both the person and the weapon in two, the latter grazes and kills, even a touch finishes you.

Another surprise.

Lu Ding’s attention fell on the word “Cockscomb Snake.”

It was recorded in many ancient texts.

Records of the Strange, Sayings of Snakes, even Compendium of Materia Medica mentioned its existence.

However, in none of those texts did the Cockscomb Snake have any remarkable traits except venom.

It had no advantage in bloodline.

Yet this bloodline had been forged by the Coiling Mountain Lord to reach Spirit Refinement cultivation.

A true grassroots rise.

Much stronger than those Lu Ding had previously contained—those with great bloodlines yet who produced nothing noteworthy.

Maybe because it was a grassroots rise, it was damn wayward and disobedient.

From the information given by Yuwen Longyuan, other demonic forces had ties and profit under Su Yun’s connections.

Only this bastard

was pure love of opposing the Great Han!

No benefit taken, it even paid its own costs.

It deserves to die!!!

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