The young lad was naturally gifted and had an extraordinary comprehension ability.

At this moment, witnessing this battle.

He thought about the suffering and indignities he had endured for the past seventeen years; emotions surged in his heart, whether sadness, exhilaration, anger, warmth, or vigor...it was truly a whirlwind of emotions, an overwhelming mix of feelings!

But it was undeniable.

This battle.

Made him soberly realize one thing. In the face of absolute strength, what great sects, what Quanzhen Sect, what Celestial Spirit North Dipper Array, they were all like paper!

"This person is much more powerful than Uncle Guo."

The young lad watched as his Heart Lake was stirred with a thousand waves:

"I don’t even know where such a hero sprang from. Truly amazing, incredibly formidable. What is this Hammer Technique? With one strike, it’s as if even the Celestial Palace could be shattered, so overbearing. This is the martial arts a man should learn!"

The young lad clenched his fists, cheering loudly in his heart.

The martial arts he practiced with his aunt every day seemed effeminate in comparison, lacking any masculine spirit!

It’s this kind of Hammer Technique, Body Technique, that truly possesses a heroic spirit!

"This hero avenged my past enmities. I must find a way to invite him to the Ancient Tomb Sect as a guest!"

Thinking this way, the young lad stared with rapt attention, becoming more and more absorbed.

...

...

Boom!

Ding Ling slammed the final hammer down, amidst the shouts of "Spare him beneath the hammer!" he paid no heed—boom!

With one hammer strike.

Yin Zhiping was sent flying more than ten zhang away, crashing and knocking over more than ten people before collapsing to the ground, half of his body completely caved in, his chest not rising or falling, evidently breathing in but not breathing out.

"You, you..."

A man darted out from the side.

This man exuded Righteous Qi, his face firm and resolute, temples flecked with white, appearing around sixty or seventy years old, wielding a Treasure Sword. At this moment, he looked at Yin Zhiping with a face full of sorrow, then suddenly raised his head to look at Ding Ling:

"Beast, why do you massacre the innocent at my Quanzhen Sect!"

"They wanted to kill me. So, I killed them."

Ding Ling spoke the truth.

However, after a moment of sorrow, the old Daoist’s anger erupted, drawing his sword as he charged at Ding Ling:

"Fine, fine, fine. Today, let Qiu Chuji experience your great skill!"

Clang, clang, clang!

With his sword, the changes were ingeniously subtle, steadiness and precision; at times swift as lightning, at times dividing into nine sword shadows! Each sword appeared capable of piercing through a person’s body!

His movements were as fluid as flowing clouds and water, with high proficiency in Lightweight Skill. The sword in his hand was like his arm, striking wherever he intended, truly resembling an antelope’s horns, reaching the utmost divinity!

For ordinary people encountering this sword.

They might only retreat to reassess their strategy.

But not Ding Ling, he just stepped forward, placing the Drumming Golden Hammer horizontally in front of him, Peng!

Blocking this exquisite move.

Then swung the hammer down.

Ominous rumblings!

Phantom-like giant hammers fell densely from the sky, as if dozens of small mountains were simultaneously pressing down on Qiu Chuji!

Qiu Chuji was utterly astonished in his heart, at this moment, he seemed to awaken, his heart filled with regret and self-reproach, hating himself for being too careless and foolish.

Knowing well how fierce and formidable the opponent was, yet attempting to kill him single-handedly.

Utterly reckless.

But there was no time to retreat now.

He could only let out a tiger’s howl.

Channeling all his Inner Strength into the sharp sword, regardless of his own safety, he aimed a sword thrust at Ding Ling’s eyes, clearly with the intent of perishing together.

Ding Ling could not let him have his way.

With a strike from his right hand hammer.

His left hand slightly flickered, the Heaven-Swaying Sword was unsheathed, clang clang! A sword flicked out, the blade slanted upwards, precisely blocking the oncoming sword tip from Qiu Chuji.

And the Drumming Golden Hammer was also hammering down at that time.

Amidst the audience’s shrieks, roars, the mournful cries of ’Spare him beneath the hammer’.

Boom!

Qiu Chuji was knocked to the ground, half of his body caved in, his eyes turning from lively to ashen in an instant, he was struck dead on the spot.

"...!!!"

The young lad watching from the tree was left utterly dumbfounded, awestruck like a Celestial Being!

In his eyes.

Qiu Chuji was already an almost god-like existence, yet now, a single hammer strike from this young man had killed him, what kind of earth-shaking power was this?! What kind of marvelous martial arts?!

All the other disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were consumed with grief, anger, and terror.

At this point.

Someone fiercely charged out:

"Avenge Daoist Qiu!"

Some retreated.

The fierce one got struck a few times by Ding Ling’s hammer and dropped dead on the spot.

Ding Ling’s resolute killing caused the entire scene to fall silent in fear.

"Wretched brigand!"

An elderly man, slightly stout but exuding Righteous Qi, with a carefree demeanor, around sixty or seventy years old, flew out from the side, witnessing this scene, he could not restrain his anger, letting out a long cry to the sky, then drew his sword to charge at Ding Ling:

"Face your death!"

Ding Ling frowned, moved his foot lightly, the fusion of Vigorous Qi erupted, boom! He suddenly appeared before the stout Daoist like a phantom, slamming down the hammer.

Boom!

It landed right on the Daoist’s Treasure Sword, shattering it into three pieces on the spot, not only that, the hammer’s Vigorous Qi erupted, smashing down, Peng! It struck the Daoist’s shoulder, instantly crushing the shoulder and also sinking half of his body.

"Senior Brother Hao!"

Someone screamed.

It was an aged female Daoist with a paper-white face but outstanding bearing.

She lifted her Treasure Sword, ready to charge forward, but was stopped by an elder with a long white beard, exuding an immortal and sage-like aura:

"Junior Sister Sun, cease!"

"Master Brother."

Junior Sister Sun glanced at the elder Daoist, her body trembling, uncertain if it was out of fear or anger, her face full of hatred as she looked at Ding Ling:

"He killed Senior Brother Qiu, Senior Brother Hao, we must seek revenge."

"Ugh!"

Her response was a sword drawn from its sheath.

It was the Heaven-Swaying Sword, which Ding Ling threw like lightning, in less than an instant, it struck Junior Sister Sun’s abdomen, the power attached to the Heaven-Swaying Sword was excessively immense, directly shooting Junior Sister Sun out for more than ten meters, pinning her onto a wall before coming to a stop.

"Rogue, rogue..."

Junior Sister Sun looked at Ding Ling with shock and unwillingness, struggled to utter a few words, then breathed her last.

The elder Daoist looked on with deep sorrow in his eyes, gripping the sword hilt, contemplating, taking a deep breath, then holding back, he looked at Ding Ling:

’Young Hero, please stop committing senseless slaughters!’

He paused, then spoke quickly:

"If there is anything we have offended you with, our Quanzhen Sect is willing to compensate you!"

"Hand over all the Martial Arts Secret Manuals of your Quanzhen Sect, and I’ll leave now."

"Don’t you think you’re going too far?"

The old Daoist was furious.

"Killing all of you, I can still search for those Martial Arts Secret Manuals."