Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Northern Plains Tushan Central Court Military Sect has three divisions under its jurisdiction,”

Jiang Ding continued, ”These are the Tushan Maiden Corps, the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis, and the Primordial Legal Heavenly Metropolis.”

”The Great Sun Longsword Metropolis will be composed of sword cultivators.”

As these words were spoken, members from the former Great Sun Sword Sect like True Master Void Square and Scorching Sun Immortal showed a burning eagerness, muttering to themselves that it was indeed so.

A Swordsman forgets who he is, but never forgets his roots.

”Who can serve as the leader of the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis?”

Jiang Ding asked.

”Swordsman! Disciple can!”

”Scorching Sun is willing to labour like a dog and horse!”

”Void Square is willing to share your worries...”

No sooner had the words fallen than a group of sword cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Sect burst out shouting, standing up one after another whether they were at the early stage or the late stage of Nascent Soul, beating their chests fervently, their bodies radiating sword intent, looking invincible under heaven and on earth.

The surrounding immortals felt some envy.

Sword cultivators, like heavenly monarchs, walk on the same path, where they can express themselves boldly without annoying the heavenly monarchs, an unspoken agreement amongst themselves.

Jiang Ding nodded in approval.

These sword cultivators, although recognizing only status and not individuals, possessed an extremely strong will to fight and were extremely loyal, even possibly surpassing the Tushan maids in this regard.

This was a strong political reliability built upon three acknowledgments: identity recognition, sect recognition, and heritage recognition.

Beside them, Jiang Ding would instinctively feel comfortable, and during playful moments, if someone provoked him, initiating an upper-order sword fight and then killing them on the spot would also make him feel exhilaratingly happy.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

”Draw your swords,”

Jiang Ding said.

”Yes, Swordsman!”

True Master Void Square, Scorching Sun Immortal, and others were ecstatic.

Fighting with the Swordsman, and not in a deadly upper-order sword fight, was an enormous opportunity for sword cultivators like them!

Clang!

Clang, clang!

”Kill!”

”Kill!”

In an instant, without any hesitation, True Master Void Square and Scorching Sun Immortal along with others roared, their whole bodies bursting with mana and sword intent, not wanting to miss this huge opportunity, cutting with a towering killing intent towards the youth in green sitting on the Six Dao Throne.

In the great hall, countless sword domains expanded, numerous flying swords filled with savage killing intent soared into the sky, their cold will freezing everything around.

The surrounding immortals caught their breath.

This was less like sparring and mentoring and more like facing a deadly and irreconcilable enemy!

Moreover, some Nascent Soul sword cultivators did not hesitate to burn their essence blood, elevating their mana and sword intent to their peak, delivering their most perfect, peak strike.

These fanatics,

were not a few, but the majority!

”This...”

Tianyang Immortal, Immortal Yin Dao, Blood Cloud, Mu Tiansnow, and others changed colors, many hesitating whether to intervene and help.

This was not out of concern, but because the unfolding events resembled a rebellion, which was a great opportunity to demonstrate their loyalty.

”Very good.”

Jiang Ding nodded, feeling their respect.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword gently descended.

Although it was a single sword, as it descended, it fragmented into countless swords, forming various sword formations over each Nascent Soul sword cultivator and their swords, without interfering with one another.

Ding, ding, ding, ding...

Amid the hazy sword formations, Scorching Sun Immortal, True Master Void Square, and others fought fiercely, the clash of blade against blade never ceasing, piercing through clouds and splitting stones, spreading a fierce aura of battlefield all around.

Blood Cloud Immortal, Immortal Yin Dao, and others held their breath, watching the divine swordsmanship of this heavenly monarch.

Each Nascent Soul cultivator was allocated a sword formation, seemingly related to the cultivator’s strength, slightly stronger, but not overwhelmingly so as to instantly determine the outcome.

Some others who were proficient in Formation Dao, such as Immortal Yin Dao and Tianyang Immortal, saw even more.

Within this sword formation, there was a distinct essence of an army formation. Those proficient in army formations could display greater strength in this sword formation.

”Ah!”

The battlefield at the Nascent Soul level was extremely fast, and even evenly matched battles resulted in outcomes after just tens of breaths. A Nascent Soul Early-Stage Sword Cultivator staggered back from the sword formation, spitting blood.

His arm and thigh were broken in the middle, the breakpoints smooth, and blood scattered like raindrops, screaming as he smashed onto the ground.

”Swordsman, your disciple is incompetent.”

This Nascent Soul Early-Stage Sword Cultivator rose from the ground, enduring the pain of his broken limbs, and kneeled on one knee, looking dejected.

The surrounding Magic Cultivation Immortals twitched at the sight.

”Hmm, just practice more.”

Jiang Ding nodded, withdrew the Sword Intent and Magical Aura from the opponent’s wounds, and casually threw down a healing magic spell.

Wounds of high-level cultivators are troublesome because they often carry the enemy’s Mana, which has properties like corrosion, toxins, annihilation, and so forth, wildly damaging the body.

If controlled intentionally, not letting the power overflow, such clean cuts are actually not that troublesome and not serious injuries.

”Yes, your disciple will definitely practice diligently from now on!”

This Nascent Soul Early-Stage Sword Cultivator used his Divine Sense to collect his severed limbs, surrounded by the light of a healing magic spell, and went to a corner of the hall to heal.

”Ah...”

Before long, another Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator staggered back spitting blood, this time even more miserable, his body severed at the waist.

”Ah!”

”Ah...”

As time passed, Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators continually fell in defeat, with various limbs and internal organs flying about, turning the once orderly hall into a scene resembling an Asura battleground, a slaughterhouse, the smell of blood pervading the air.

This scene made onlookers such as Tianyang Immortal and Southeast Wind Female Servant’s hearts tremble with fear.

”Isn’t this problematic?”

”The cultivation manuals of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion recorded it this way, claiming it was the best method for sword practice... Could the records be wrong?”

Jiang Ding also felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He swore that he had followed the Great Sun Sword Pavilion Technique completely, without a single change.

Although they were enemies, it must be acknowledged that the Great Sun Sword Sect was indeed top-tier in the domain in training Sword Cultivators, capable of outstripping other Immortal Sects by at least three whole levels, completely dominating.

This was their orthodox method of training cultivators.

Even with the powerful educational system of the Xianmen Sect, it was not advisable to alter it, lacking the capability to do so.

As time moved on, one after another, Immortals screeched in agony as they left, limbs strewn all around, and finally, only two sword formations were left persisting.

Scorching Sun Immortal and True Master Void Square.

The outcome was not unexpected—Scorching Sun Immortal was previously known as Scorching Sun Swordsman, the former heir trained by the Great Sun Sword Sect, while True Master Void Square was currently the strongest person in the Great Sun Sword Sect.

Ten breaths later, Scorching Sun Immortal, with his Life Flying Sword clenched in his teeth, spitting blood, exited the sword formation. His arms were broken, and he fell to the ground, yet he showed no pain, excitedly voicing with his Divine Sense, ”Thank you, Swordsman!”

”Thank you for your guidance!”

It could clearly be seen that there were sounds of swords clanging around him, certainly a breakthrough, though it was unknown whether it was in the realm of Sword Intent or Swordsmanship.

Whichever aspect it was, it was bound to advance his path further and stabilize his foundation more.

This was the reason these Sword Cultivators were so fervent.

The surrounding Sword Cultivators cast envious glances, but soon also closed their eyes, keenly digesting the various insights that had just surfaced in their minds.

In the domain, the teachings of the Great Sun Swordsman, the dominant juvenile entity, were exceptionally precious, especially for Sword Cultivators, far stronger than any Elixir or magical medicine by tenfold, a hundredfold.

”Spurt!”

The last one to spit blood and exit the sword formation was True Master Void Square; his aura faintly agitated, possibly close to a breakthrough in Sword Intent or Swordsmanship, but it eventually calmed down without actualizing.

”Thank you for your guidance, Swordsman.”

True Master Void Square expressed his gratitude.

Although he did not breakthrough, he had a premonition that, at most, after another hundred years of accumulation, he would surely achieve it. If he went through many battles, that time would even decrease significantly.

All the results were out.

Among many Sword Cultivators, True Master Void Square was the strongest, and Scorching Sun Immortal had the most potential.

”Void Square, you shall be the city lord of the Great Sun Longsword Metropolis and the sect master of one of the eight Sword Sects.”

”Until someone appears whose strength and military exploits surpass yours.”

Jiang Ding made the decision.