Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The voice came through.

”No need to assist.”

”He is of great importance to me, related to the growth of my Dao, don’t intervene, even if it leads to death.”

Jiang Ding repelled King Jia’s punch with a slash, one sword after another, continuously validating the swordsmanship he had studied over the years, his voice slowly reaching the northern Air-Space Army headquarters, falling into the ears of all the commanding officers.

His eyes burned with an intense and deep red, the boiling killing intent within his chest tumbling incessantly, accumulated over decades of sword refinement, seemingly calm, but actually awaiting the nourishment of a strong adversary’s blood to restore his calm and rationality.

Once expectation was lost, the urge to kill would instantly surge manifold, and the emergence of an Internal Demon was a possibility.

The Jiang Ding of now understood why, historically, whenever the Grest Sun Swordsman’s battles were interfered with, he would immediately slaughter his own allies.

This was not a psychological abnormality.

Rather, it was in essence robbing him of his sustenance, aiming to push him into deranged cultivation!

How could such actions not enrage him?

Of course, this did not mean that the Grest Sun Swordsman was a reckless brute who would defy heaven and earth.

Once he judged that the opponent was beyond his match, such as those exceeding him by more than two levels, or children of the same-level immortals, he would instantly use all methods at his disposal to flee for his life. To speak nothing of being besieged, even summoning a large number of elders for suppression was within the realm of possibility.

What he favored was not the opponent, but growth.

Clang!

Clang, clang, clang...

Jiang Ding struck again and again, relentlessly slashing at King Jia, who stood atop a mountainous Copper Turtle, surrounded by one thousand two hundred Hairy Spirits, continually refining his swordsmanship gleaned over the years. Swordsmanship, which was at the pinnacle of Sword Qi Thunder Sound when facing a powerful enemy, began to show threads of understanding, becoming more condensed and more brilliant.

He was absolutely confident that, even without any legacy, without anyone’s help, just through his own contemplation, he could create the third realm of Sword Qi, Refining Sword into Silk, within a millennium.

’As expected!’ thought Ouyang Hui, barely hiding her relief. It was hard to say whether the Grest Sun Swordsman, with bloodlust in his eyes, was rational at all.

”But,” she said with some difficulty, ”this does not comply with military regulations and will bring more risks to our landing war, potentially allowing the sacrifices of countless predecessors and citizens to go down the drain.”

”After the war, the two of us might end up in a military court.”

The Immortal Sect Army, in its strict prohibition of duels like those in legends, would mete out severe punishment at the first infraction, with dismissal from military service as a minimum.

”No, it’s not against military law,” he said.

”This is a new tactic.”

”Not acting alone, as long as we win, this will be the new tactic I invented. Our seniors will take care of these matters, don’t worry,” Jiang Ding said indifferently.

The risks of war indeed increased.

But he did not think it was wrong.

A long time ago, Immortal Dinghai had said to combine one’s own interests with those of Xianmen, to defend Xianmen while securing one’s own benefits.

Do not advocate for one-sided, selfless dedication!

It’s not sustainable, it goes against human nature, and it simply cannot exist in this world.

Jiang Ding agreed deeply with this.

Ouyang Hui fell silent.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of swords flew.

King Jia roared continuously, bombarding towards the sword shadows in the sky, his punches tearing through space, devouring the land, but except for adding some wounds to his body, he could not get half a step closer to the Sword Dao cultivator opposite to him, nor could he approach his fragile Law Body, as thin as paper.

With every step forward, a sword would descend from the heavens, restraining him in place no matter the weight of his punches. One thousand two hundred Hairy Spirits and the Xuanwu bloodline-bearing Copper Turtle’s roars proved futile.

The storm of Sword-light suddenly ceased.

All returned to calm.

”Do you dare...” he began.

King Jia’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the youth in the sky.

”If this is the extent of your strength,”

”Then you’re about to die.”

Jiang Ding said calmly.

”That’s enough, this man can no longer bring me any enlightenment in the way of the sword.”

”If you can surrender, I am willing to make a significant sacrifice and give up killing you.”

Hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ding spoke again.

A ’king’ of the Xuanwu tiangong has great value to the Xianmen Sect and might even promote some progress in Immortal Path techniques.

The twelve hundred Hairy Spirits were originally submissive.

At this moment, their eyes shone with malice.

”I will win.”

King Jia did not respond; he slowly drew a blood-colored giant axe from his chest, its ferocious aura soaring into the sky.

He opened his mouth, wildly inhaling the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, creating a storm that covered dozens of kilometers. His magnificent body inflated like a balloon, continuously growing taller and larger, quickly becoming as massive as a mountain range.

His muscular body split open his armor, revealing copper-colored skin. Holding the blood-colored giant axe, he appeared as a pillar reaching the heavens, a Giant Spirit General standing before the gates of the Heavenly Palace, with mortals as insignificant as ants, only able to worship and look up in devout awe.

Merely standing, he radiated a scorching and fervent power in all directions, dissipating the clouds into steam and creating a local warm current celestial phenomenon.

This was not magic but a natural phenomenon resulting from his blood and qi being filled to the extreme!

”Sword Cultivator, and you,”

King Jia transformed into the mythical Giant Spirit General, a hundred zhang tall, roaring as he wielded his giant axe and stomped through the void with the force of a sea, his blood and qi fueling endless propulsion.

With one step,

miles of the void shattered, and his figure vanished from sight.

In the next moment, as the void broke apart, the hundred-zhang-tall Giant Spirit General emerged from the shattered space, his face hideous, his aura deadly. The twelve hundred Hairy Spirits turned into strands of gold light swirling around him like a cape. Whispered prayers echoed from the void, bestowing upon him twelve hundred Golden Pill-level gigantic forces and heavy pressure magic.

”To death!”

”You’re going to die!”

King Jia roared, gripping the blood-colored giant axe in both hands, locking onto the young man in front of him, tiny as a speck of dust and ant, including his Divine Soul core.

With an axe stroke,

heaven and earth splintered!

”Sword One,”

Jiang Ding watched the Giant Spirit General before him, speaking faintly.

Compared to the Giant Spirit General, he was as inconspicuous as dust, easy to overlook without a careful glance.

The blood-colored giant axe overhead smashed down with terrifying pressure, capable of flattening an entire mountain and sinking it into the earth.

Boom!

At that moment, the Taiqing Flying Sword slashed upwards, spreading the Sword Intent of Destruction in all directions hastily ripping away all pressure. The entire world between heaven and earth was overwhelmed by a terrifying will of destruction and prohibition.

Following that, within nearly a hundred kilometers, the light from the Great Sun suddenly dimmed, infinite light converging towards this place, towards the Taiqing Flying Sword. The light reached dazzling brilliance, the temperature soaring rapidly, melting the space around it.

From afar,

a Great Sun was rising!

It radiated light, destruction, prohibition, and a scorching will that eclipsed the heavens, the fierce aura of the Giant Spirit General dissipating upon contact, losing its majesty.

”Kill!”

The Giant Spirit General, undeterred by anything, roared, burning his thick and mountainous blood and qi for yet another pinnacle of power.

In a single breath,

the Great Sun collided with the giant axe striking from above, causing a terrifying explosion. The sky looked as if it had experienced a nuclear blast, the area between heaven and earth filled with nothing but light.

Instantly afterward, a violent windstorm pushed outwards. Wherever it passed, both warships and Immortal Dao pavilions were shattered to pieces, unable to withstand a single blow.

As the dazzling light dispersed, Divine Sense and vision were restored.

Ptui!

The hundred-zhang-tall Giant Spirit General and the Copper Turtle he stood upon spat blood as they staggered backward, the gold-colored blood splattering as the blood-colored giant axe was flung away.

The twelve hundred Hairy Spirits swirling around him like a cape fell silent, more than six hundred showing terror as they attempted to flee, only to turn to ash in an instant.