Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding fixed his gaze upon the Blood Path Sword Puppet before him.

He still bore the appearance of the Blood River King, with all the Blood River King’s memories intact.

In his heart, he was the Blood River King, a king-class escaped slave of the Human Race, in the midst of fleeing and recuperating. During this process, he stumbled upon a fortunate encounter and gained the inheritance of the Sword Dao which greatly enhanced his strength.

This process involved no one else, and the ancient secret realm where he obtained the Sword Dao inheritance indeed existed.

Should anyone harbor doubts and investigate, they could likewise discover remnants of this ancient secret realm.

”A self-check...”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept over.

Inside the Blood River King’s body, his flesh was filled with the rich aura of the Metal Lineage Sword Path, with networks of blood gold threading through his bones and flesh, imparting a mysterious aura to his bodily form.

The densest concentration of the blood gold aura was within the spinal column of the Blood River King.

His bones, at some unknown point, had transformed into a sword—a blood-chilling sword with golden threads wrapped around it!

”Self-check complete.”

Jiang Ding whispered, his figure gradually fading from sight.

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Time passed, unknown how long it had been.

The Blood River King gradually came to.

His gaze was initially stiff and confused but quickly regained clarity, exhibiting a look of wild ecstasy.

”The ’Void Sky Blood Bone Sword Scripture’ is finally refined!”

The Blood River King laughed loudly: ”This king may be a mere member of the Slave Clan, but I was born with great fortune and have had endless lucky encounters, Demon Mountain, you cur, this king will surely kill you and exterminate the Magic Stone Clan!”

”However, Demon Mountain is merely a mere first-order servant after all.”

”To become a Great Emperor, I still need to find a way with the Horned Demon Imperial Clan. This Star Domain Imperial Son War might just offer an opportunity...”

The Blood River King’s eyes flickered, his thoughts drifting off to somewhere.

For some reason, he had entirely forgotten about the matter with the Vine Flower of the Skeleton Blood Vine Monster Imperial Son, instinctively wanting to participate in the war of Imperial Sons and beginning to devise strategies for this.

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”The strength is passable, having reached the Peak of Hua Shen.”

”Facing off against a Peak Divine Transformation Cultivator from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan head-on, I should not be defeated, and it was all worth the use of so many Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures.”

Jiang Ding concealed within the void, making a careful assessment.

Achieving such progress in just a short span of ten years was naturally due to the Blood River King’s solid foundation and Realm; under external forces for refinement, regaining the strength of the Peak Divine Transformation was not difficult.

Moreover, he embodies a part of Jiang Ding’s Sword Dao Realm, effectively making him a human-shaped Sword Talisman created by Jiang Ding, which can be considered as an extension of Jiang Ding’s power.

Such power is already deemed usable.

After all, the Cangkong Imperial Child and the Yanliu Imperial Child, though they are Imperial Sons, are only at the Nascent Soul Realm. Their general rank doesn’t exceed the power of Divinity Transformation.

Realm is always the cornerstone force that overcomes many talents.

At this moment, the original Divine Soul of the Blood River King is sealed deep within the Sea of Consciousness, and he now practically serves as an avatar of Jiang Ding with the memories of the Blood River King, akin to an extension of his own arm.

Subconsciously, the Blood River King will gradually lean towards the direction Jiang Ding hopes for.

Jiang Ding confirmed there were no discrepancies with the Blood River King and continued to execute the concealment plan, hiding in any arbitrary Slave Clan’s Divine Soul, continuing to monitor the progress of the Imperial Son War.

Currently, the war between the Imperial Sons is progressing smoothly and remains under control.

The vast armies of the Yanliu Imperial Child and Cangkong Imperial Child are wearing each other down, with combatants falling and dying at every moment, especially those under the Cangkong Imperial Child.

What the Cangkong Imperial Child relies on are the several elite members of his race among his three thousand Imperial Guards.

These Imperial Clan Guards, a loyal gift from the Ancient Emperor Cangyan, have staunchly held off an encirclement by the Yanliu Imperial Child’s army of millions, enduring for years without defeat, a fearsome feat.

It is to be noted that the hundreds of thousands hastily conscripted from the Magic Vine Minor Realm hardly possessed any fighting power, serving more as mere numbers.

It was equivalent to three thousand Imperial Guards firmly withstanding an army of millions without falling short.

Such is the strength of the Imperial Son’s Guard Army from an Ancient Emperor Family.

Even so, under the encirclement of the Yanliu Imperial Child’s army of millions, these three thousand Imperial Guards had begun to suffer losses, including an elite warrior.

These were all Cultivators from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

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The plan of the Ten Taoist Disciples to wear down cultivators from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan was slowly being carried out.

”Three thousand Imperial Guards, dozens of Peak Divine Transformation Cultivators, I’m quite envious...”

Jiang Ding drooled.

This Cangkong Imperial Child’s strength is mediocre, yet his retinue is even grander than mine, which is truly irksome.

”Swordsman.”

”You are stronger than him.”

Yueling interjected at this moment.

She was free to move around in the Horned Ming Realm because there was a need to preempt potential sneak attacks from Refinement Void Level beings.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pond would not care if a Swordsman were killed by a Nascent Soul and Peak Divine Transformation Cultivators, but protection for Refinement Void Level existences is very strict, as proven by the history of the Immortal Sects over hundreds of thousands of years.

Historically, there were no shortage of occasions where Great Powers from Immortal Sects personally attempted to sneak attack a Great Sun Swordsman. Integrity never existed when it came to this, but none have succeeded.

”Oh? And why is that?”

Jiang Ding asked.

”Because, you have me.”

Yueling confidently declared: ”He’s just an Ancient Imperial Child. You can completely look down upon him.”

”If it were the peak era of the Sword Pavilion, you would have the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, Sword Pavilion Legacy Messenger, and Hei, two Refining Void Stage subordinates.”

”Underneath these two Refining Void Stage subordinates, you would have your own army, your own Taoist Soldiers, your own Sect Disciples, elites and heroes from myriad realms would gather under your command, loyally following your every decree.”

”This is the Sword Pavilion’s dual leadership system.”

”In comparison with you, the Ancient Imperial Child is but the light of a firefly against the bright moon.”

She proudly declared:

”Even when Great Powers from the Immortal Sects meet you, they often treat you as an equal, because they simply can’t do anything against you. That is the reason why that old rascal Xuanwu was so courteous to you previously, influenced by past histories.”

Yueling spared no effort in describing the glory of a Great Sun Swordsman, fostering a sense of belonging to the Sect’s Swordsmen with practiced ease.

Xi Yuan had also been a Great Sun Swordsman in the past, who had grown up under her watch.

”You’re not my subordinate, and neither is Hei.”

Jiang Ding curled his lips.

”That’s right.”

”As long as you are a Great Sun Swordsman, then you always will be.”

Yueling said helplessly.

This generation’s Great Sun Swordsman had no reverence for the sacred Sword Fights, holding onto this grudge.

Jiang Ding paid no more attention, closed his eyes to rest, lurk, and quietly waited for the passage of time, waiting for a change in the situation.

It was inevitable.

The Cangkong Imperial Child and the Yanliu Imperial Child wouldn’t be in a stalemate forever. Once one side couldn’t hold on, a collapse was bound to happen; it was just a matter of time.

Years later, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Changes, as expected, had occurred.

A wisp of Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense surged into the Soul Void Realm, and the nine slightly haggard and blurred figures saw him, their eyes lighting up a bit.

”The Yanliu Imperial Child has been defeated.”

The Shadow Demon Disciple briefly said, ”After being besieged for over a decade by millions of native troops from the Slave Clan, worn out and fatigued, many cultivators have fallen, and the casualties of the Slave Clan are ghastly to witness, with two kings dead and more than a dozen severely injured.”

”We made an effort, cutting down five kings among the Imperial Son’s Guard Army of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, maximally diminishing the Cangkong Imperial Child’s strength, supporting him till today. For this, we lost more than half of our king-level strength.”

”But in the end, the Yanliu Imperial Child still lost; the obstinacy of the dozens of Horned Demon Imperial Clan kings acting as Imperial Guards for the Cangkong Imperial Child proved insurmountable.”

”Currently, the Yanliu Imperial Child is in a miserable flight, pursued incessantly to the north by the Cangkong Imperial Child, with countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators pledging allegiance to him, including many kings from the Flame Stone Family who have given up hope and no longer oppose him.”

”Our plan to maintain balance has failed.”

”Do you have a plan?”

The nine Taoist Disciples awaited expectantly, looking up to the Sword Pavilion Envoy, the Great Sun Swordsman who was almost a half step higher in status than them in this Domain.

In this Horned Ming Realm, perhaps only if the legendary Jiaoming Emperor were resurrected, the progeny of the Jiaoming Emperor, could be worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him.

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