Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1991: Chapter 1960: Soft Target—A Token of Friendship from the Dari Swordsman

This starry sky has been fought to a boil!

The Vermilion Bird army formation seems to have summoned a genuine Divine Bird, Vermilion Bird!

No, the magic Vermilion Bird formed by numerous Taoist disciples and Taoist soldiers of the Human Race has completely surpassed the bloodline of this Immortal Clan, as if a real Eight-step Vermilion Bird has arrived, which would similarly be defeated and even face temporary death.

This Divine Beast Vermilion Bird rips through the void with its wings, claws breaking through Ten Thousand Dao Rules, capturing Divine Souls of Cause and Effect, nothing is unbreakable, and nothing remains unburned.

The mighty Immortal Vermilion Bird Fire burning across the heavens consumes everything it touches, leading to eternal destruction, and is terrifying to the extreme.

Amidst such dreadful attacks, the Supreme Great Sun Sword Son, who embodies Body and Sword Unity, charges with Sword Control, finding life opportunity amid nine deaths, ten deaths, each time slicing through a path with his sword, unfathomable.

Clearly, even the slightest mistake would mean certain death for him.

Yet, he never makes any mistakes!

He’s always able to carve out a path of life amidst a situation of certain death, repeatedly demonstrating that this is no coincidence.

“This swordsmanship…”

All the Taoist disciples in the Vermilion Bird Star Realm were shocked in their hearts.

This sword cultivator must have grown into a formidable existence through countless bloody battles.

The notion of certain death is merely their assumption; to a swordsman honed amidst strong foes’ blood and bones, this perilous battlefield may be just another realm, always observing coldly, calculating, and waiting.

…

In the distant dream realm, contrasting the fierce battlefield, there’s tranquility.

A weak figure flaps around like a moth, rushing left and right within the dream realm but unable to escape, always circling here without any real proximity to the battlefield, unable to interfere.

“Tushan,”

“Are we good friends?”

The Fusang Saintess, having run for a long time, asked in despair.

From the Six Paths Dream realm, stepped out a green-clothed youth.

His body was translucent and obscure, indicating it was certainly a mere, extremely weak incarnation; his real form was unwilling to invest any more power here amidst the slaughter.

“Yes.”

The green-clothed youth spoke softly.

Whether the weak figure is a friend or not?

Of course.

She has helped him a lot in the past, with true sincerity, unlike the dangerous and life-desiring figure of a Joyous Union Holy Maiden, who would fall into an abyss if careless.

“Then,”

“Can you escape?”

“I know you can escape, you’re so cunning and sly, even in such a dangerous battlefield, escaping won’t cost you your life.”

The Fusang Saintess pleaded.

Vermilion Bird Holy Land, Vermilion Bird Daoist, or another name Vermilion Bird Saintess, are long-standing acquaintances and friends, not wanting either side here to encounter danger.

“No.”

Jiang Ding spoke calmly.

“Why?”

“Aren’t you in danger?”

Fusang Saintess, teary-eyed, pleaded: “Since it’s dangerous here, you could find other Eight-step Daoist, isn’t there Beidou Saintess and Joyous Union Holy Maiden in this era?”

“They are truly Eight-step Extreme Daoists as well!”

It was evident she placed great importance on differing kinships and had no thought for undeserving other Taoists, willing to provide help for good friends.

“I,”

“Want it all.”

Jiang Ding spoke calmly.

“You!”

Fusang Saintess was stunned in expression.

This person is utterly indifferent!

“But you’re going to die.”

“You’re very dangerous! Your real form is about to die, quickly advise him!”

Fusang Saintess pleaded.

“If he dies, he dies.”

“What does it matter to me?”

Jiang Dingping calmly stated: “Dying at the hands of a strong enemy is his glory, dying at the hands of a stronger kin is even something to celebrate.”

“You don’t have to say more, weak figure.”

“I, you can’t convince.”

“You seem unable to convince that Vermilion Bird fellow Taoist either?”

Jiang Ding showed a look of appreciation: “She bears a fierce killing intent towards me, indeed a good opponent, although her foundation is somewhat weak.”

“Yet even power built on the corpses of innocent elites deserves some respect.”

“Power is indeed such beautiful and pure.”

“You all!”

“You are all so annoying!”

Fusang Saintess was angered to tears.

“No need for more words.”

“You say all past Vermilion Bird Daoists are your good friends? Then Vermilion Bird Daoist is also my good friend.”

Jiang Ding chuckled lightly: “Our sword cultivators’ good friends often come to have Holy Sword Fights to further explore Sword Dao, now is no different.”

“Who survives, whose Sword Dao is more correct.”

“The dispute between two friends will have a clear outcome.”

“Rest assured, weak figure.”

“If I die, I die, if I win, I’ll clean up Vermilion Bird Holy Land, slay all sinful people, purge and cleanse Vermilion Bird Holy Land, utterly destroy those so-called Dao Fruit Techniques, and re-consecrate all Vermilion Bird ancestor’s tablets, creating a new Vermilion Bird Holy Land.”

“The new Vermilion Bird Holy Land will certainly be clean and beautiful.”

“This new Vermilion Bird Holy Land will surely be closer to the Vermilion Bird Holy Land established by the Vermilion Bird ancestor, possessing honor and courage, rather than the current decayed form. This will be the witness to your and my friendship.”

The Great Sun Sword Son solemnly promised Fusang Saintess.

This sword cultivator believes he is doing a great thing, something deserving of a friend’s gratitude.

“You…”

Fusang Saintess felt powerless and afraid.

Indeed, from beginning to end, she could never change the heart of an Eight-step Extreme swordsman, not a bit.

Boom!

The void of the universe suddenly experienced a great collapse!

The Immortal Vermilion Bird in a fierce assault, crimson celestial fire burning and incinerating the universe, the Great Dao itself nearly ignited.

The green-clothed youth was forced into a corner, directly facing the destructive claws reaching from the void, slicing with a sword, snapping the sword again, helplessly watching the Vermilion Bird claw penetrate his skull and shatter him.

“No!”

Fusang Saintess exclaimed in alarm.

Instantly, she grabbed the fragile and translucent figure before her, fleeing toward distant starry skies with him.

As long as they hid in this era’s Fusang Holy Land, even if Vermilion Bird Saintess came in pursuit, she can protect this weak figure and leave a possibility of resurrection.

Fusang Saintess fled swiftly, in a flash, her speed approaching that of Eight-step Daoist, showing exceptional talent in this regard.

She anticipated encountering obstruction from Vermilion Bird Saintess, thus prepared for it.

However, it did not happen.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed.

A slice of incredibly sharp, incredibly terrifying grass leaf slashed out from shattered void, piercing the fierce Vermilion Bird’s wings, stabbing into a vulnerability, rendering the Vermilion Bird’s body stiff momentarily, eliciting a terrifying and shrill scream.

Elsewhere, within an unknown void, a green-clothed youth reappeared.