Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”You, come forth and meet your death.”

Someone said this.

In King Jia’s heavy armored Nascent Treasure, a chill emerged in his heart.

That youth, plainly unremarkable, without any aura of oppression or sharpness, yet looking at him, an unprovoked terror rose in the heart, as if originating from the depths of the soul, an instinct.

”Kill him!”

King Jia roared.

Boom!

Under the command filled with murderous intent, the ten Nascent Soul level Army Formations attacking the Eastern Devil School’s forces breaking through the domain promptly changed direction.

In the dazzling gold light, domains of the Army Formation spread out, covering dozens of kilometers of sky and earth, exuding a dense metallic sharpness. This was the Gold Division Army of the Xuanwu tiangong’s ten divisions, the sharpest, controlling and restraining the flow of all Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within the domain’s range.

An ordinary Nascent Soul Monk here would have their domain instantly breached, losing the ability to control the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi with their Nascent Soul.

Even a late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator would have to flee in a sorry state, not daring to confront it head-on.

As the domain spread out, thereafter,

ten dazzling gold axes and halberds descended from the heavens!

This was not magic; these were the Nascent Treasures of the Army Formation that had been refined by the Xuanwu tiangong for who knows how many years. In the process of campaigning across domains, when facing native Nascent Souls, they often restrained and decapitated with one axe swing, blood flowing profusely.

Just like that, simple and straightforward.

At this moment, ten axes and halberds formed a tight formation, carrying endless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, and slashed across!

”You all... are very good as well...”

Jiang Ding said with a smiling face, amiably greeting.

The color of lava, a scarlet red, gradually covered his eyes, fiery and dazzling, looking unlike any living being, eerily abnormal.

Boom!

The sound of thunder appeared in the hearts, the Lake of Heart, of all the Cultivators in the ten Army Formations of the Xuanwu tiangong, be they Golden Pill or Foundation Building, causing their Seas of Consciousness to explode, the roar from the Divine Soul making their Sea of Consciousness tumultuous, numb beyond measure, unresponsive.

Sword Qi Thunder Sound!

A Bluegold Flying Sword screamed high-pitched, constructing a deep blue high-speed passage between the hearts of more than a hundred thousand Xuanwu tiangong Cultivators with the Sword Dao Divine Abilities, an absolute lock between souls, with no place to hide!

”Slice!”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword, amid the deafening roar, merged into space, vanishing from the detection range of all the Cultivators’ Divine Sense and Spirit Particle Sonar.

Ding!

The first appearance of the Taiqing Flying Sword after it disappeared.

In front of the ten gold axes and halberds.

The Bluegold blade struck a gold axe and halberd, creating a shower of dazzling sparks.

Prior border, one could have thought it was just one, but a second glance revealed simultaneous sparks blossoming on all ten gold axes and halberds.

It was not Sword-light Diversification, just extreme speed!

The ten mountain-sized gold axes and halberds halted.

The next moment, the gold axes and halberds slowly split into two from the center, losing all their Spiritual Light, becoming two halves of scrap iron, falling from the sky.

Among the ten gold axes and halberds, some were in front, some behind, some were slicing vertically, others sweeping horizontally; each was different, yet the angle of the wound on every axe and halberd was exactly the same, split from the center along with the handle into two halves.

The Taiqing Flying Sword flashed by, the Nascent Treasure level axes and halberds providing no resistance at all.

Ding!

The second appearance of the Taiqing Flying Sword,

at the center of the ten Xuanwu tiangong Army Formation Cultivators!

Not a single sound, but five hundred and twenty-seven sounds combined into one clear chime!

Among the hundred thousand Xuanwu tiangong Army Formation Cultivators, five hundred and twenty-seven Golden Pill Monks stiffened, a faint line of blood appearing on their throats.

In their Divine Souls, before the emotion of fear could even emerge, they were already annihilated, their eye sockets lifelessly void.

The five hundred and twenty-seven Xuanwu tiangong Golden Pill Monks lost all their Spiritual Light, all signs of life, their bodies lifelessly plummeting towards the earth.

Boom!

The intricate and complex army formation of the Nascent Soul, comparable to the surging force of a volcano, exploded in an instant after losing all its controllers. The immense mana flowing within it lost control and detonated violently, turning all the foundation-building soldiers of the Xuanwu tiangong into a cloud of blood mist. Treasure talismans and magic tools flew chaotically, and the space shattered.

With one sword strike,

One hundred thousand people were beheaded!

The entire battlefield fell silent.

”Dari Swordsman…” Everyone’s gaze turned here, with the cultivators of the Xuanwu tiangong army formation filled with terror in their eyes, a chill in their hearts, as they recalled the Great Sun recorded in their sect, along with the endless bloodshed and the fall of domains, awash in blood.

”Commander, don’t stand out too much from the group army formation…” Ouyang Hui, the deputy commander of the Air-Space Troops of the northern army, cried out anxiously.

Her words paused, and her eyes widened in alarm.

She felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, her body rigid.

The young man not far away still had a familiar face, but in an instant, he had transformed into something else entirely, inconceivably dreadful, with bloodlust filling the sky, invoking an instinctive terror in her heart.

How had the Xianmen Sect defeated and slain such a person back then?

Clang! Amidst the clear, ringing sound of sword chimes, the Taiqing Flying Sword returned, emitting a cheerful and light humming sound.

”…how beautiful…” Jiang Ding murmured as he gazed at the ten fireworks before him.

The blood-red fervor in his eyes seemed to have faded a bit, or perhaps not faded, but become purer, the blood having washed away some impurities from the sword intent.

”But,”

”You are too weak.” He brushed it off as if it were dust, removing all that was distracting and obstructive.

Jiang Ding lifted his sword, looking towards the Great Jia clad in golden armor, guarded layer upon layer by twelve hundred Hairy Spirits, the blood-red in his eyes no longer taking calm steps, merging body and sword into a dazzling streak of Bluegold Sword Light, charging forward.

”Attack!”

”Kill him!” The King Jia growled over and over, the chill in his heart intensifying.

Under the compelling order of the Spirit Soul Restrictions, dozens of Xuanwu army formation cultivators disregarded the enemy before them, and one domain after another surged forward. Vajra-like, they bound the void, coalescing into ax and halberd of golden light as large as mountains, locking onto the neck of the youth in the sky, cleaving straight down.

Boom! Dozens of axes and halberds chopped down in an instant, the domains shattered, space turned to dust, and Spiritual Light splattered in all directions.

This was equivalent to the combined strike of dozens of Immortals of Nascent Soul!

Under such circumstances, even a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator would perish in one strike, their flesh and Nascent Soul shattered, their Divine Soul annihilated.

With Spiritual Light shattered and space broken, the original location was obscured.

”Is he dead?”

”Where is he?” King Jia, amongst the twelve hundred Hairy Spirit guards, operated the army formation, spreading layers of thick Gold light turtle shells outward, ancient and weather-beaten, protecting every direction, the Indestructible Vajra, unbreakable.

An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, along with others, took this rare opportunity to command the fleet to swiftly pass through the Gangwind Layer and enter the clouds. Fleet after fleet unfurled their Army Formations, anxiously watching the now shattered space.

Clang! Another clear sword chime entered everyone’s ears.

Some heard it as a crisp and pleasant sound, the natural beauty of a sword instrument.

Others heard it like the rumbling of thunder, shaking their Sea of Consciousness, all six senses darkened, a Bluegold sword-shaped light flashing across their eyes, leaving behind an afterimage.

Then, their Divine Souls were shattered, all life extinguished, plummeting from the sky.

In one corner of the Xuanwu tiangong army formation group, a Sword Escape Light that tore through space gradually settled, revealing the figure of a young man, fresh blood dripping from his sword.

Around him, in an instant, five Golden Pill Monks from the Xuanwu tiangong’s army formations lost their life force, the out-of-control formations exploding with a roar, pieces of Treasure and magic tools spraying blood in all directions.