Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 2030: Chapter 1998: Dari Swordsman and Sun Divine Son

The Fusang Saintess looked towards the throne.

At some point, the Dari Swordsman had already disappeared.

It was unclear whether he had just vanished or had long been gone, leaving only a ceremonial avatar here, which also disappeared as it lost the support of Divine Soul Computational Power.

“I wish His Majesty,”

“a victorious return.”

The Fusang Saintess silently blessed.

He was the one she had chosen, a Sword Cultivator destined for a lifetime of endless battles, this was his life, never changing for anyone or any reason.

No need to worry about how defeat would come.

If he fell on the battlefield, she would die simultaneously, leaving no room for further worry.

…

The Soul Flame Divine Son, who had concealed his figure and was desperately fleeing, stiffened.

Not far away, a green-clothed youth with a longsword at his waist walked over with a calm expression, contemplating as he walked.

The Soul Flame Divine Son no longer had any of the complacency and loftiness from repeatedly defeating strong enemies; it was as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Coldness, thread by thread, penetrated his bones, crawling up his spine, pouring into his Divine Soul, and into the core of his Divine Dao, causing his whole body to shiver involuntarily.

Human Race Sword Cultivator, Supreme Great Sun Sword Son!

Eight-step Sword Son!

Such an existence, even at his peak, he could not withstand even a single blow and could only flee with the wind, praying for a ray of hope to escape, let alone now?

“Hehe!”

“Hehehehe…”

The Soul Flame Divine Son laughed neurotically, his voice low: “Human Race Sword Cultivator, is nothing special after all!”

“Unable to compete with the same rank and surrounded by attacks, even in defeat, they still cannot play fair, sending out stronger and stronger individuals each time.”

“In our Divine Dao, strong individuals emerge one after another and can break through even on the battlefield; we will surely dominate the Endless Starry Sky in the future.”

“But the Human Race Sword Dao has already begun to decay, what a fortune.”

“Fortunate indeed!”

He revealed a happy smile, as though he had seen something.

If the Human Race Sword Dao loses its pride, it will inevitably decay and fall.

Compared to such a future, his life and death today seem insignificant.

“Come!”

“Come on!”

The Soul Flame Divine Son roared fiercely, burning the last of his strength towards that green-clothed youth, refusing to die in insignificance.

He collided into the green-clothed youth, passing through.

It was a futile leap.

He looked up, the green-clothed youth was gradually moving away, a step moved boundlessly into the void, with an accurate target, and had already locked onto a general range, constantly narrowing down.

This was a Sword Cultivator extremely skilled in concealment, pursuit, and assassination, specialized in these aspects.

“He,”

“is not after me?”

The Soul Flame Divine Son showed a bewildered expression.

Whew!

Whew whew whew!

From the horizon, four extremely miserable sword lights flew over, turned back again; they didn’t even glance at the sagging aura of the Soul Flame Divine Son below, their eyes fervently following that green-clothed youth.

“Damn it!”

“Fuck your ancestors!”

“I knew it!”

“I knew it! This damn thing!”

Huang Huo Sword Son’s voice came from afar, cursing loudly: “Breakthrough during battle? Are we some historical text or myth?”

“Like playing house!”

“This damn… This Sun Divine Son without any martial virtue!”

“If you want to help, do it openly and directly; we assure you we’ll escape immediately and won’t utter a word; we’ll give you all the face you need.”

Even at this moment, he still respected the Sun Divine Son, unwilling to casually insult like treating the Soul Flame Divine Son.

“Phew~”

“Almost lost my reputation.”

Heaven Burial Sword Son was left with lingering fear.

Four consecutive Human Race Seven-Step Sword Cultivators were defeated together by a Seven-Step Divine Son; if word got out, they would be utterly embarrassed, perhaps even becoming infamous in the Endless Starry Sky, a mark of shame.

One must know, Human Race Sword Cultivators have always been known for their rarity and strength, representing the top combat power among the Human Dao Children in the same rank.

And now, to consecutively fail!

This is simply, simply… sigh.

Previously, they had small suspicions in their hearts, but dared not voice them, because they had been defeated.

Defeat is one thing, but not admitting failure, seeking excuses, this almost abandons the last life meaning and dignity of a Sword Cultivator, absolutely disgraceful.

However, when the Dari Swordsman appeared, these Swordsmen immediately knew that their suspicions were correct!

An Eight-step Divine Son was secretly sabotaging!

Otherwise, even if they all were to die in battle, even if the Soul Flame Divine Son was about to break through the Eight Steps, he still wouldn’t have appeared; there was no way an Eight-step Sword Cultivator would show such mercy.

Here, a life and death blood battle between Eight-step Daoist disciples was about to take place!

Such a grand event, such a great opportunity, as a Sword Cultivator, even if heavily injured, one absolutely cannot miss it, so they ran back here in a flash.

Many Sword Cultivators came and went, like watching flowers from horseback, and here peace was restored once again.

“Just now,”

“was it not my Divine Son breaking through?”

In his heart, the Soul Flame Divine Son was shocked.

During the battle just now, at a certain moment, under life and death, he was suddenly enlightened, as if he had touched a certain Tao Origin, and his understanding of the rules and Divine Power instantly soared, leading to an overwhelming change in strength, defeating his opponent in one fell swoop.

Thinking about it now, there were indeed many mysteries.

The most important thing is, if it were a breakthrough during battle, he should still have many realizations in his heart, yet now, those realizations vanished in an instant, not a single bit remained, like a dream.

…

The green-clothed youth searched through the starry sky for a long time.

He seemed to have a range in his mind, an area, where each step taken would surely narrow this range. After years of pursuit in the starry sky, he finally stopped in an abandoned, desolate starry sky.

“Come out.”

“Your Concealment Spell is very clumsy, and your speed of escape the same, much slower than mine.”

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The starry sky was silent, the Netherworld Gang Wind blew softly, slightly ruffling the youth’s clothes, creating some wrinkles.

There was no movement.

As if the silence of this starry sky had always been this way for ages, never disturbed by anyone.

“Fellow Daoist,”

“Do you think I’m lying?”

Jiang Ding shook his head and chuckled.

Clang!

He drew his sword and slashed out, tearing apart heaven and earth, splitting the entire starry sky. The cosmic starry sky appeared like a curtain being parted, revealing scenes deep within layers of space.

These scenes were light.

Dazzling and blazing light!

A star divine throne like a sun hung high in the starry sky, radiating scorching solar brilliance into the heavens and earth, infinitely dazzling, infinitely destructive and domineering, representing the supreme authority of the sun in the world, with an aura terrifying to the extreme.

Surrounding this Sun God Throne, supporting it, were over a dozen different Divine Courts, various Divine Dao Soldiers defending all directions, supreme and noble, incomparably powerful.

Strong Divine Sons gathered around the center, where a valiant and mighty man stood.

He wore luxurious golden armor, held a Sun God Spear, and looked with indifference at the distant green-clothed youth, speaking mildly: “Supreme Great Sun Sword Son?”

“It’s good that you have come to meet your death.”