Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”The Great Sun Swordsman of the Eastern Devil School?”

”You actually dared to come.”

The Mysterious Heavenly Swordsman paused briefly before his fighting spirit surged. His golden robe clinked, revealing a smile, ”Gentlemen, the grand opportunity of our Dao has arrived. After slaying this foe, even as disciples of the Sect, it is our duty not to shirk!”

”Indeed, this person deserves to die by my sword.”

”When the time comes, I hope Brother Xuan Tian won’t play any dirty tricks on my path to becoming a Taoist disciple, lest others look down upon us.”

A sword cultivator from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace burst into laughter, exuding boundless heroism.

”Hahaha!”

The laughter of nearly a hundred sword cultivators from the three great Immortal Sects echoed through the land, their sword intent soaring, dispelling any trace of tension.

”Precisely, it should be this way.”

”If the sword is inferior, death is but a trivial matter, what is there to fear?”

”You all are quite impressive.”

Jiang Ding looked on with admiration, turning to the Baijian Swordsman of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, ”Will you roll, or will you die?”

The interests of the Immortal Sects, included his own interests.

The grand scheme of the Immortal Sects, was his grand scheme.

Hence, Jiang Ding was willing to give the Swordsman from the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, who had remained neutral in the domain wars for nearly a thousand years, a chance.

”Hahaha!”

”The Great Sun Swordsman of the Eastern Devil School.”

The Baijian Swordsman roared with laughter.

After a long while, his laughter subsided, and he said solemnly, ”You should not have been born in the Eastern Devil School—this is a mistake that needs to be corrected, otherwise, the realms will once again face endless bloodshed and carnage.”

”Because of your existence, countless creatures across many domains will die.”

”All of this is because of you!”

”Jiang Ding!”

The expression on the Baijian Swordsman’s face turned fierce as he directly called out his name, ”If you still harbor even the slightest bit of the Righteous Dao in you, a semblance of human conscience, a hint of mercy.”

”Shouldn’t you commit suicide?”

”So that’s how it is.”

Jiang Ding nodded lightly.

He had encountered the militant faction of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect.

”Then die.”

He delivered his judgment.

”Heh heh!”

”Ridiculous!”

”Even if you’re the Great Sun Swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, you wish for mine...”

The Baijian Swordsman chuckled lightly, about to say something, when suddenly he paused.

Pain pierced his chest.

He instinctively looked down.

A bluegold sword tip, at an unknown time, had penetrated through more than twenty self-aware, master-protecting treasures and magic tools, piercing his radiant Taoist robe and deeply into his chest, into his heart, protruding from his chest.

The bluegold sword-light shone brightly, permeated with Law-Breaking Soul Extinguishing Light.

”No... impossible!”

The Baijian Swordsman’s smiling face disappeared as he cried out in horror.

”When did this happen?”

He suddenly activated his Mana Technique, waves of pure light burst forth, and his body instantly shattered into one hundred and eight flying swords, each of them rare treasures rarely seen in the outside world, splendid with treasure light.

Baijian!

That was the origin of his Dao name, naturally attuned to swords, capable of controlling a hundred swords, his Sword Intent tied to formation Dao and the number of flying swords he wielded, unafraid even of Post-Golden Pill Alchemists.

”Ha!”

”Shangqing Demon Slaying Formation!”

The Baijian Swordsman roared, burning his Essence Blood, transforming into vast Mana that surged into the sword formation. One hundred and eight flying swords shone brilliantly, producing mists of Sword Qi on their own—aligned with the will of Baijian Sword Intent—forming celestial Sword Qi images that obscured the clouds above.

Then, slaying spirits and annihilating demons, a tidal wave of pure Sword Qi rushed towards his own chest!

This is suppression, eroding one’s own chest’s Flying Sword and Sword Intent of Destruction.

I must turn the tables!

”You and I have the same wealth.”

Jiang Ding praised, ”I’ve heard that the Shangqing Lingbao Sect excels at Artifact Refining and that many of the top fundamental treasures within the realm are related to the Shangqing Lingbao Sect.”

”What’s more rare is that Shangqing Lingbao Sect maintains good relations with the Eight Great Immortal Sects, receiving a large number of orders for Treasures and Magic Tools every year, accumulating a vast fortune.”

”Truly enviable to others.”

”Kill him!”

In the roar, nearly a hundred Flying Swords whistled over, each carrying the breath of Sword Intent, filled with the will of storm, wildfire, gale, darkness, and more; the Sword-light was incredibly fast, far surpassing the limit that Foundation-building cultivators should have.

Turning the figure of the youth in green into a sky full of Spiritual Light.

Miles away, under the traction of the Flying Sword’s aura, the silhouette of a youth in green appeared once again.

”Here!”

The Mysterious Heavenly Swordsman, brimming with killing intent, pointed, and a golden Flying Sword broke through the air, imbued with the will to tear the sky apart, to tear the earth apart.

The air, Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, wind and clouds—anything standing in the way was sliced apart, the speed so fast that even Divine Sense couldn’t lock onto it.

Sword Intent of Heaven Splitting!

”Kill!”

On the other side, accompanied by a demon wolf-like scream, the Wolf Sky Swordsman’s every hair bristled as a Flying Sword like a blood moon came from another direction, carrying a bloodthirsty, frenzied Sword Intent that filled the space between heaven and earth, causing hallucinations to crowd upon the mind and uncontrollable veins to protrude, as if they were about to burst from the body.

Heavenly Wolf Sword Intent!

One golden,

one blood-colored.

The two Sword-lights, filled with domineering will, rushed forward at incredible speed with nearly a hundred swords of Sword Intent following close behind; the massive and frenzied will of the Sword Cultivators made every living thing within hundreds of miles suffocate and tremble in fear, daring not to breathe.

Then they stopped about ten meters away from the youth in green.

One golden, one red, the two streaks of Sword-light hesitated, darting back and forth.

”Why, why aren’t they moving forward?”

Jiang Ding asked leisurely.

The Taiqing Flying Sword danced joyfully around him.

Distance of Divine Sense and Sword Intent!

With the multiple amplifications by the Taiqing Flying Sword, he now had four times the Divine Sense and Sword Intent range of cultivators at the same level, ten kilometers!

And those people below, every single one of them had a maximum Sword Control distance of no more than eight kilometers.

Once out of this range, it wasn’t that they couldn’t still control the Flying Sword, but its power would drop exponentially.

This was why they had stopped.

As for the nearly one hundred Sword Intent Sword Cultivators behind them, they were far worse off, ordinary peak Foundation-building cultivators had a Divine Sense range of three kilometers, some of theirs were five, some six, inconsistent in their reach.

While it wasn’t especially problematic when facing Golden Pill Monks, now against their peers, a terrible advantage emerged.

”Where is your Sword Cultivator’s heart?”

”Having the Great Sun Flying Sword on you is a great disgrace!”

The Mysterious Heavenly Swordsman mocked.

Yet he dared not take another step forward, instead rapidly retracting with the Wolf Sky Swordsman’s blood moon Flying Sword back into the protection of the nearly one hundred Sword Intent Sword Cultivators’ Flying Swords; amid the Sword-light’s howls, a sea of Sword Qi formed within a few kilometers.

The Taiqing Flying Sword danced even more joyously.

”Ah!”

A painful scream once again drew everyone’s attention.

Surrounded by a hundred and eight treasures, Baijian, within the Shangqing Demon Slaying Formation, turned pale and coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with viscera fragments, which upon leaving his lips, turned into a handful of white ash falling down.

Baijian’s own aura nose-dived like a cliff, his cheeks covered with layers of Bluegold patterns, white ash appearing within the patterns and falling with the wind.

”Great Sun Swordsman, have mercy!”

”I acknowledge my mistake!”

Baijian’s face was filled with terror, and as life and death hung in balance, many things began to change: ”I am a Swordsman of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, you cannot kill me, or it will bring a great enemy upon the Eastern Devil School, no, upon Xianmen.”

”Should the Domain dispute arise again, billions of living beings will perish!”

”Spare me! I swear on my Dao Heart that I will no longer partake in any of this!”