Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the gloomy and silently dead Star Domain, a Blood-robed Taoist sat cross-legged.

Before the Blood-robed Taoist, a Longsword hovered in the air.

Beside the Longsword, ten ferocious Blood Dragons roared wildly, unleashing bursts of angry ripples, vaguely similar to the roars of the likes of Demon Leaf King and Shayi King.

The sounds were filled with resentment and unwillingness, any single ripple of roar could instantly annihilate a Nascent Soul Stage Sect.

”Demon Leaf King, stop struggling.”

”It’s useless.”

Jiang Ding’s expression was calm as he cast successive Mana Techniques, suppressing the restlessness of the ten Blood Dragons: ”In the past, when you readily slaughtered millions from the Slave Clan, where was this intense unwillingness and resentment?”

”Now it’s your turn, and your reactions are more intense.”

”However, it’s useless, just enjoy.”

Mana Technique after Mana Technique fell, the roaring did not cease, but the ferocious ten Blood Dragons gradually quieted down. They were infused into the Blood River Sword, consumed by the billions of fine Blood River Sword Qi within the sword, devouring and obliterating all their grievances and unwillingness from their lives, leaving behind only pure blood essence and Divine Soul essence.

Of course, this purity is relative.

On a deeper level, on a more microscopic layer, there will always be many remnants that can never be absolutely pure; this is a drawback that the Blood Path and Diabolism can never rid themselves of.

This is why Demon Cultivators tend to become possessed and deviate from the path.

Speaking of purity, these external blood and power can never compare with the continually tempered and growing mana of the Cultivators themselves.

This is the true meaning of the so-called Righteous Dao’s true cultivation: slow at first, but faster later, building great momentum from a solid foundation.

Jiang Ding cast Mana Technique after Mana Technique, forcefully stuffing the Blood Dragons, transformed from the essence, spirit, and vitality of the ten kings such as Demon Leaf King and Shayi King, into the Blood River Sword, refining them bit by bit, to slightly enhance the foundation of the Blood River Sword, to repair the previous damages to its foundation, allowing the Blood River Sword to achieve a substantial improvement.

Finally, ten Blood Dragons were pressed into the sword body resembling blood jade, and occasionally bulges emerged on the sword body, each a face resembling Demon Leaf King, Shayi King, and others, but all were separated by a blood membrane, unable to struggle free.

These occasionally bulging ferocious faces made the Blood Demon Sword even more terrifying.

Anyone who saw this sword would immediately know it was a Treasure that has slaughtered countless, an antiquated demon of many years – no mistaking it.

”...To kill is to protect life; to sever karma, not to sever people...”

”In fact, I am kind and naive.”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

Blood light surged in his eyes, a full foot long, and the violent murderous intent unconsciously spread in all directions, capable of causing all living beings within a thousand miles to instantly wither and die.

”Alas, there will always be demons in the world, disturbing all beings, making peace unattainable.”

”Therefore, the sword must be stained with blood...”

Jiang Ding’s gaze fell on the antique bamboo slips that flew out on their own, the blood light in his eyes gradually fading, revealing a calm and peaceful appearance.

The dark green antique bamboo slips blossomed with lights, casting the silhouettes of individuals such as Yanliu Imperial Child.

”Blood River King, you killed Shayi King...”

Chenshan King appeared, his eyes blood-red and his face distorted in extreme rage.

It seemed that as kings of the Flame Stone Family, he had a significant connection with Shayi King, and on learning of Shayi King’s death and the slaughter of his descendants, he immediately was on the verge of madness.

”Yes, he sought death, and I killed him.”

”Chenshan King.”

Jiang Ding nodded lightly, admitting it.

He ignored Chenshan King’s fury and said: ”Chenshan King, if you truly miss Shayi King, you can tell me, and I will go to Heishui Realm straight away to send you off, so you can meet with Shayi King and not leave him lonely.”

”You dare...”

Chenshan King was enraged, teetering on the edge of madness, yet his speech halted, feeling an intense chill within.

Chenshan King did not dare to continue his furious tirade.

This Slave King, with no taboos.

He truly dared to kill himself!

Even if the Emperor’s son intervened, it would likely be useless; no one could stop him.

There was no existence of any etiquette, any order, nor any reverence in him, only a desire for the Imperial Realm and a boundless greed for the blood of all beings.

Such a demon, even if it appeared among the Human Race, would be an entity the Human Race would hunt to death.

How could there be any race that could threaten him?

This is a Human Cultivator without any weaknesses, without any retreat.

”Imperial Child.”

”Ten Kings have been beheaded, now where is the middle section of the Great Emperor Scripture that I wanted?”

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to Chenshan King, revealing a friendly and warm smile, looking towards the Yanliu Imperial Child atop the throne.

The Yanliu Imperial Child’s face was frosty; he offered no response.

”Oh?”

Jiang Ding’s smile gradually faded from his face.

He fell silent, not displaying anger, solely fixed his gaze on the Yanliu Imperial Child seated upon the throne, thoughts unknown.

A primal sense of panic suddenly welled up in the heart of the Yanliu Imperial Child. Underneath his calm exterior, his heart started pounding fiercely, and his palms began to sweat.

”Blood River King!”

”You killed the Emperor’s own third uncle! With what face do you dare ask for a reward?”

Chenshan King rebuked furiously, ”Moreover, the deal you made with the Emperor was the heads of ten Cangkong Imperial Son’s Guard Monarchs in exchange for the middle section of the Great Emperor Scripture.”

”You have not fulfilled the requirements!”

”True, the requirements were quite detailed.”

Jiang Ding was rendered speechlessly amused.

”Rulers do not speak in jest.”

Chenshan King sneered coldly, showing no sign of backing down.

It was unexpected, and no one knew where he got the confidence to suddenly take such a hard stance.

”Intriguing.”

”How many monarchs have pledged allegiance to the Emperor?”

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Ding formulated a guess and inquired with a smile.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s monarchs were nothing but lapdogs.

When spoken to gently and kindly, these monarchs would fart in response—weighing their options and considering the pros and cons. They’d frequently invoke the grand righteousness of the Imperial Clan, how the rise and fall of the clan mattered, slapping you with high hats, exploiting their rank to take advantage of you, with all their lofty attitudes. Even within the Flame Stone Family, the monarchs all acted this way.

But once you ignore them.

Once you unsheathed the butcher’s knife and slaughtered the stubborn resisters one by one, these monarchs, full of talk about Imperial Clan righteousness, would instantly become as docile as dogs, no longer stipulating any conditions, all of a sudden overwhelmed by familial loyalty, realizing their duty as monarchs of the Flame Stone Family to show fealty to the Emperor.

All at once, they became sensible.

”Not many, not many.”

Chenshan King sneered, ”Including the Slave King, there are merely over ten monarchs. Relying on the grand array of the Minor Thousand World, it’s already sufficient to withstand the armies of the Cangkong Imperial Child.”

This was a shift in the balance of power.

The number of monarchs loyal to the Cangkong Imperial Child had diminished, which conversely strengthened the power of the Yanliu Imperial Child and rapidly narrowed the previously almost despairing vast disparity between the two sides.

Chenshan King coldly regarded the Blood-robed Taoist.

The Emperor needed not a wild, untamed wolf that could bite back at any moment, but a domesticated house dog!

In fact, this was also for the best for this feral dog.

If he did not curb his stubbornness, even should he win the war, he may not live to see its end. This would cause the Emperor to lose a major support and the Flame Stone Family to lack strength.

Chenshan King did not want to see this.

Therefore, seizing the opportunity, he hoped to tame this wild dog.

”In that case...”

Jiang Ding chuckled softly: ”If the Emperor does not need me, then let us part ways here.”

”The Cangkong Imperial Child is known as the Wise Imperial Son; surely he will not mistreat me.”

In his hand, without anyone knowing when, a butterfly emitting a green flame appeared.

Originally, Jiang Ding had wanted to go to the Heishui Minor World to kill all the monarchs who had defected; that way, the Yanliu Imperial Child would be more compliant.

However, this seemed too conspicuous and somewhat illogical, so he gave up the idea.

”What is this...”

”The Cangkong Imperial Child?”

The hair of the Yanliu Imperial Child stood on end, his heart quivered with fear, no longer like a clay Bodhisattva, simply leaving Chenshan King to take the frontline.

”That was too seriously put!”

”Blood River King, you speak too seriously.”

The Yanliu Imperial Child repeatedly surveyed the ephemeral green-flamed butterfly and revealed a servile and ingratiating smile.

”Chenshan King is senile and muddled; please do not blame him.”

”If you indeed want the middle section of the Emperor Scripture, then let it be yours.”

The Yanliu Imperial Child began to show understanding.