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Of course, since Dong Zhuo did not know, Ding Ling could not get anything out of him either.

But Dong Zhuo did confirm one thing:

"Zhang Jiao died first, yet he still hasn't disappeared to this day, while Liu Hong died later but inexplicably vanished several years ago. So, if you want to find the answer, you might as well go to the Northern Region and find Zhang Jiao! He definitely knows many secrets."

"You're right."

Ding Ling nodded and pointed at Dong Zhuo's forehead.

"I should indeed go find Zhang Jiao."

Pfft!

A flash of sword light flickered and vanished.

The next instant.

Dong Zhuo's forehead was pierced through. His towering, mountain-like body toppled heavily backward as he stared wide-eyed at Ding Ling, his eyes filled with grievance, depression, venom, fury, and unwillingness!

It was as if he were saying, Eldest Brother, you have no martial virtue! I already lay flat! And you still want to kill me!

After spending so much time with some outsiders.

It was perfectly normal for Dong Zhuo to know some modern expressions.

Cao Mengde was also extremely fluent in modern speech by now.

Ding Ling's People Observation Technique was maxed out, and he seemed to see through what Dong Zhuo was thinking. However, he paid it no mind. Instead, his Sword Domain descended and began stripping away Dong Zhuo's stream of consciousness.

Dong Zhuo was his mortal enemy.

His earlier intention to beat Ding Ling to death had been extremely straightforward and clear.

Ding Ling could not spare Dong Zhuo's life just because he had temporarily admitted defeat. There was no such good thing in this world!

Toward his enemies.

Ding Ling had never shown mercy.

That was because he knew very well that even if he showed mercy, most of these enemies