Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Blood River pierced through heaven and earth,

Eleven monarchs spat blood and were blown away, their muscles torn and bones broken!

Beneath the Blood River, a Blood-robed Taoist calmly observed, as if awakening some innate instinct.

”Body Cultivation, is this how you fight?”

Jiang Ding suddenly realized.

Using softness to overcome hardness, steadily eroding strength, then striking down with a single sword—this was the classic approach within the Domain for Sword Cultivators facing powerful Body Cultivators, not without a solution.

”In the end, it’s unsatisfactory.”

”How can I... be in the position of softness.”

Jiang Ding shook his head.

He looked at the eleven monarchs rolling and crashing through the void, smashing black holes into the void itself.

They looked pitiable, many with broken muscles and bones, spitting blood profusely, their flesh mangled, appearing as if they were near death.

However, this was an illusion.

As Body Cultivators, their strongest aspect was their physique, possessing a powerful self-healing ability; these injuries were rapidly healing.

Without the Flying Sword blade truly cutting into their bodies, without infusing the wounds with Sword Qi and Sword Intent, all injuries that seemed horrific were insufficient as measures of combat achievements.

”Swordsmanship!”

”Swordsmanship of the Fourth Realm of the Sword Dao!”

At this moment, amidst the astonished and puzzled gazes of the monarchs, Overlord Blade King suddenly shouted, ”The Swordsmanship of the Human Race! You have received the ancestral inheritance of the Ancient Divine Path’s Swordsmanship!”

”Ancient Divine Path?”

Jiang Ding paused.

This monarch of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan seemed to know something. He had certain accomplishments with cold weapons, and it seemed he was at the Third Realm of the Sword Path, Refining Sword into Silk.

Yes, although he was known as the Overlord Blade King and used a blade instead of a sword, his realm of blade technique was called the Third Realm of the Sword Path.

Because, in this world, there are Sword Cultivators, but there are no Blade Cultivators, no Hammer Cultivators, no Spear Cultivators, and no Bow Cultivators.

Perhaps some Cultivators fond of these weapons like to refer to themselves as such.

But, it was insignificant, merely self-proclamation.

At higher paths, from the perspective of the vast universe, among many Cultivators known for their cold weapons, only Sword Cultivators reached profound heights, establishing universal rules from an angle that made Sword Cultivators as natural as sunshine, water, and air.

Among all Immortal Path accomplishments of cold weapons, the combined achievements of techniques involving blades, hammers, axes, spears, and the like aren’t even comparable to a single strand of the Sword Dao.

Furthermore, these realms of blade or spear techniques all heavily reference the excellent Immortal Path accomplishments of Swordsmanship, even their core essence is fundamentally the same.

For instance, Overlord Blade King’s blade technique, although at the realm of Refining Sword into Silk, he preferred to immensely enhance the momentum on his blade, condensing blade force, blade spirit, overwhelming with might, distinctly different from Swordsmanship but still just different directional applications of the Swordsmanship core.

”Overlord Blade King, may I ask what the Ancient Divine Path is?”

Jiang Ding asked cordially and amicably.

The continuous exploration of knowledge and the unknown was a lifelong habit of his, willing to exchange even a fraction of valuable breaths on the battlefield for it.

”Hmph!”

Overlord Blade King’s expression was icy, showing no sign of answering.

Jiang Ding’s friendly smile receded.

Boom!

Another blood-colored Sword-light thundered down!

This sword, with Sword Intent as its core and the blade edge as its sharpness, condensed a million swords into one, Sword Qi sounded like thunder, the sword’s body shone like a silk thread, its form vague and flickering like mist, murky and shimmering as if made of countless flexible threads, emitting a terrifying aura of indestructibility.

”Undying Sword Technique...”

Overlord Blade King’s expression of horror intensified.

This sword, seemingly plain and simple, was merely a strike.

Yet, in the eyes of this grandmaster of blade technique, it contained terrifying Swordsmanship like Sword Intent, Sword-light Diversification, Sword Qi Thunder Sound, Refining Sword into Silk, Immortal Sword Qi, and more. After layers of accumulation, layers of transformations, changing a million times in an instant, it solidified into an extreme strike targeting Body Cultivation.

The immortality of Sword Cultivation is not for the self, to make one’s own body undying.

But to constantly change, to strike the sharpest sword!

This sword, even before it descended, brought tingling sensations on the bodies of the monarchs, warning their tempered bodies at the peak of danger.

This was not a sword that could be resisted by mere body strength!

”Kill!”

”Kill kill kill!”

At the brink of life and death, Demon Leaf King, Shayi King, and other monarchs went berserk, decisively burning their lifeblood, their bodies shining with blood light like a furnace illuminating all directions.

This scorching lifeblood, even causing the Undying Sword Domain of the Blood River, imbued with Immortal Will, to fluctuate.

”Kill!”

The eleven monarchs shouted wildly.

Burning their lifeblood, they unleashed terrifying power, the indivisible Interminable Chaos Spaces of the monarchs intertwined, forming a whole. Mixed with the hue of fresh blood, they finally formed a thousand-zhang sized Indestructible Chaos Vortex.

This Chaos Vortex, propped up by eleven Imperial Clan King’s Weapons, was like holding up a massive star, smashing towards that flickering blood light!

The murky blood-colored sword threads arrived as expected.

The threads were as fine as willow leaves, tenacious as reeds, swaying with the breeze, seemingly extremely fragile, a gentle sweep seemingly enough to blow them away.

However, when these strands of sword threads truly fell upon the desperate strike of the Indestructible Chaos Vortex by the eleven monarchs.

An abrupt stillness befell heaven and earth.

Boom!

A thunderous rumble!

A terrifying explosion occurred, as if the orbits of two Great Suns had gone awry, overlapping head-on, unleashing a cosmic Disaster of Destruction, with blood light over heaven and earth, followed by chaotic grey light, large swaths of the void disappearing, mountains and rivers silently swallowed, everything gone without a trace.

After an unknowable length of time.

Clang!

A seemingly dull blood-colored Flying Sword retreated, emitting a low hum.

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