Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding paid no heed to Chenshan King’s rebuke.

He strolled forward, countless blood-colored Sword Qi blossoming around him, slaying any enemies in his path, draining their Divine Souls and Essence Blood dry, leaving only withered corpses collapsing to the ground.

The desiccated corpses were so fragile they shattered into pieces, their essence completely drained.

Amidst the myriad swirling Blood Qi, Jiang Ding’s expression seemed somewhat dazed.

This scene seemed somehow beautiful.

So very beautiful.

And, somehow familiar.

It felt like in that ancient past, such scenes were commonplace.

Thud, thud-thud!

”Blood River King,”

Chenshan King approached with heavy steps, his feet pounding on space like a drum, dragging a Mountain of Gold and Iron that shimmered with silver light!

Right now, he uttered not a single word.

The mountain instantly grew to a thousand feet in size, melding with the Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s unbreakable ten-zhang Chaotic Space, seized by a muscled, coiling arm that soared to the sky, and ferociously smashed it down upon the Blood-robed Taoist below!

The king of the Magic Stone Clan, Demon Mountain, guarding the Yanliu Imperial Child, twitched at the sight.

Boom!

The Mountain of Gold and Iron, forcefully smashed down by the towering arm, seemed to turn into a Chaotic black hole, emanating infinite attraction, devouring everything, destroying everything.

This was the supreme power of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan!

A race with glorious achievements in Body Cultivation, indestructible in body, eternal in existence, wielding extreme power, instilling despair in all other clans, discouraging any defiance against the Imperial Clan’s dignity, willingly becoming slaves, regarded as the utmost honor.

Both peaking at the level of kings, this single strike was sufficient to grievously injure him.

Not to mention that frail Blood Path King of the Human Race!

”Slave, you ought to die!”

Chenshan King roared.

He went berserk, eyes shining with the brutal bloodthirst of battle rage, an innate talent of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, becoming frenzied in battle—a race born for warfare.

The extreme power gave birth to a terrifying Chaotic black hole that pressed downwards.

From all directions, countless whirling blood-colored Sword-light were swallowed by the Chaotic black hole, countless cultivators of humans, demons, and the Magic Stone Clan were devoured by the black hole, their bodies reduced to pulverized dust, Divine Souls obliterated.

All the bloodlight disappeared.

Jiang Ding looked up.

His blood robe fluttered noisily, pulled into strands of blood by the Chaotic black hole, seemingly on the verge of being swallowed, his body bound by the immense pressure, unable to move.

”Chenshan.”

”How are you worthy to be my opponent?”

Jiang Ding looked at the blood sword that had appeared in his hand at some unknown time, murmuring.

”You, are not worthy.”

Buzz!

The Broken Sword Tip within his Divine Soul vibrated slightly.

The ultimate force, transformed into a black presence, arrived right above his head in an instant.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

In his heart, following an inexplicable enlightenment, he looked out to the horizon, where between heaven and earth there were interweaving lines of blood that no longer bore the hue of metal, but were pure blood, lines composed of blood.

These bloodlines existed within life itself, within the rivers, within the mountains and palaces, within the heaven and earth.

And within the very being of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan king pressing forward with the Mountain of Gold and Iron!

On Chenshan King’s body, there was a thread-like, ever-changing pattern of fresh blood, this pattern of blood was far simpler than the cosmic Array Patterns, too simple by comparison, not even on the same level.

”It should be so,”

”Slash.”

Jiang Ding thought.

Clang!

A trail of blood sword-light cleaves through!

The world falls silent, shrouded in the heavy light of blood, sticky and obscuring the eyes of all living beings, leaving their minds blank, devoid of the ability to think.

Time passes, unknown how long.

The blood light gradually dissipates, revealing the vivid colors of the world again, and the figures and whispers of the world start to flow once more.

”I... am still too weak...”

A strong sense of shame surges in Jiang Ding’s heart.

At the moment when the world returns to normal, the Chenshan King, wielding the Mountain of Gold and Iron and suppressing with one hand, reveals an expression of panic.

Boom!

The Chenshan King vomits blood and staggers backward, his body collapsing like a divine mountain, retreating at a much faster speed than before, and heavily crashing onto the ground, toppling palace after palace. Numerous palaces’ protective array patterns spread out, shattering once again.

”Wow!”

”This is impossible!”

The Chenshan King spits out another mouthful of blood, spraying it all over the ground, his body wavering non-stop, shouting in shock and anger.

On his body, a faint trace of a blood mark appears, from the forehead to the throat, then to the chest, and down to the groin. The sword mark is so deep it reveals the bone, almost splitting him evenly into two.

The Chenshan King’s skin and flesh are almost split in two, separated by a sword mark, exposing the pitch-black demonic iron-like bones beneath.

Skin on both sides of the wound desperately tries to close up, the body indestructible, yet unable to do so under the erosion of the remaining Sword Qi within the wound.

Flesh on both sides comes together and then splits apart, in a continuous, terrifying cycle.

This shows the unparalleled body refinement of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, with formidable defenses.

Had it been a magic cultivator, it would have been enough for him to die ten times over.

”Blood River King, you...”

Demon Mountain looks at the blood-robed Taoist in horror, his long-standing adversary.

”Chenshan, not bad in terms of strength.”

Jiang Ding speaks indifferently.

He sheathes his sword and steps into the Pink Imperial Palace, walking towards that dissolute Yanliu Imperial Child.

Along the way, anyone daring enough to block his path dies, including all the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators and those from the Flame Stone Family. No mercy is shown, no turning back, making Demon Mountain’s eyelids twitch and spine chill.

Without hesitation, Demon Mountain still positions himself in front of the blood-robed Taoist.

”Did you... hide your strength before?”

Demon Mountain speaks with a bitter voice.

”Are you not doing the same? Demon Mountain.”

Jiang Ding calmly responds, ”On any given day, any king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan could defeat you, treating you like a servant, regarding you as weak even among those of the same rank, even a recently advanced Horned Demon Imperial Clan king.”

”Is that so?”

Demon Mountain falls silent.

This is the sorrow of a king of the Slave Clan, born inherently weaker than others, not by choice but by destiny.

All kings of the Slave Clan usually hide their strength, same as him, same as the Blood River King.

What he didn’t expect was how much the Blood River King had concealed.

”Blood River King,”

”You’ve been plotting for so many years, having successfully freed yourself from the slave mark and gained freedom, why return?”

Demon Mountain speaks in a heavy tone.

Obviously, he is trying to buy time, giving Chenshan King a chance to recover. Cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan have robust vitality; as long as they don’t die on the spot, they are not easily defeated.

He is also curious; the other person had convincingly faked death, deceiving everyone in the past, and yet now has come back.

”Because of lifespan.”

The Blood River King, whom Jiang Ding has transformed into, does not care about his stalling.

”I will die in a little over a thousand years.”

”After a while of freedom, it all seemed meaningless, so I came here.”

”I wanted to meet the imperial child of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.”

”Now, you should step aside.”

Jiang Ding slowly, without hurry, draws the blood sword.