Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the endless, fragmented starry sky, Jiang Ding gently stroked the wound on his cheek.

Within this shallow wound, it contained a wisp of will, mana, essence blood, and the crystallized power of the Power Order—all remnants of Netherworld Ancient Prince’s final burning effort. The wound would crazily devour the flesh around it upon contact with any foreign power.

This is the reason why wounds inflicted by cultivators are difficult to heal; they are not merely simple wounds.

Regrettably, as soon as these alien forces entered Jiang Ding’s body, countless Sword Qi surged forward, containing the Six Paths Order, imbued with the Great Sun Destroying Sword Intent, and even between the Sword Qi, a vague world seemed to emerge.

This tide-like Sword Qi extinguished the last aftershock of the Netherworld Ancient Prince’s final strike.

A stream of black-brown dirty blood flowed down from Jiang Ding’s cheek, falling into the starry sky, dissolving a piece of space—within it, the Power Order and the Six Paths Order still fiercely battling, the destruction more violent than an explosion of an arsenal, comparable to the peak battle of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Cultivators, the higher their realm, the less human they become.

Even so-called physically weak Magic Cultivator Sword Cultivators are the same; their bodies are frail, but the mana and Sword Intent flowing through their meridians are anything but.

After these alien forces were expelled, the wound on Jiang Ding’s face healed instantly.

This process of expelling the foreign forces within the body and healing the injury was completed in an instant. The Taiqing Flying Sword flipped back and sheathed itself into the dark black scabbard at Jiang Ding’s waist.

”Netherworld, a true hero,”

Jiang Ding’s gaze fell upon the remnants of the millions-strong Horned Demon Imperial Clan army.

In the vast expanse of the starry sky, all was silent.

From the eight Ancient Imperial Sons, like Cangyan and Tian You, to the dozens of Princes including Cangkong, down to millions of Horned Demon Imperial Clan’s royal generals and ordinary soldiers, every member of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan was pale, their minds a blank.

They could not believe, nor accept what had happened before their eyes.

Netherworld, is dead!

The only Ancient Prince born to the Imperial Clan in tens of thousands of years, the strongest below the Great Emperor, with the chance to become an Emperor in the future, Netherworld Ancient Prince, fell in battle!

In a head-on fight, commanding an army of nine million to besiege a Human Race’s Sword Dao Genius, he was defeated and killed!

”No!”

”This can’t be true, absolutely not!”

”Merely a Human Race, not even fit to be my slave, how could this happen?!!”

At this moment, many Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators collapsed, and even many kings who had grown up through millennia of war broke down, their unshakable Dao Hearts cracked, and they could no longer self-sustain.

Even more so, the higher the cultivation of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan warriors, the less stable their Dao Hearts became. They understood what defeat meant and knew things that the lower-ranked Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators did not.

The end result of the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan was vivid in their minds.

”Illusion Technique!”

”This is an illusion!”

Countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan warriors and Princes roared continuously with distorted faces.

”Just a Human slave, nothing more. Our clan’s Ancient Prince must have inflicted him with fatal injuries that seem intact but are merely feigned.”

”Kill! Kill him!”

”Kill!”

Countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan warriors and Princes fell into madness, each maneuvering their Army Formations, leading their subordinates to attack.

These Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators are a race born for battle and Army Formations.

Even in such a state of frenzy, they instinctively combined into Army Formations, and in a blink of an eye, dozens of black billows rose like dark smoke, each manifesting a power above the peak of Nascent Soul, smoothing the turbulence in the Starry Sky, terrifying to behold, enough to easily annihilate countless Slave Clans within days.

Among these dozens of black billows, undoubtedly the strongest was the Military Formation commanded by the eight Ancient Imperial Sons like Cangyan and Tian You, having grazed the edge of the Power of Order, beginning to form new Power Order forces.

Among them, Prince Cangyan was undoubtedly the strongest.

In a moment, he completed the integration of the Military Formation, established Power Order suited to himself, and began to integrate the Army Formations of the surrounding Ancient Imperial Sons, desiring a swift restoration to the power nearing that of Netherworld Ancient Prince, to save the crumbling Military Formation.

Prince Cangyan’s attempt might succeed, or it might not.

It all depended on his Formation Dao capability.

If his Formation Dao capability was sufficient, for instance having one-seventh of Gu Lin True Lord’s command over the Army Formation, then it would be possible to reorganize in a very short time, perhaps able to restructure the Military Formation, reverse the dire situation, achieve an unparalleled feat for the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, rescuing the race from calamity, and be crowned as Prince Cangyan.

Unfortunately, in this world, there aren’t so many luxurious opportunities to try.

In the Cosmic Starry Sky, there exist cold, unyielding laws.

In the tens of thousands of years that passed, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan cruelly oppressed all Slave Clans, without mercy, slaughtering countless lives from the Slave Clans including the Human Race, never giving them a chance.

Today, such an event was, as a matter of course, happening once again.

Clang!

A sword cry echoed between heaven and earth.

This sound, carrying the tone of order, spread throughout the vast starry sky and entered the divine souls of all beings, unstoppable and unshrouded.

”Fellow Daoists, you are indeed brave warriors...”

Jiang Ding slowly drew his longsword.

The terrifying Great Sun Destroying Sword Intent slowly enveloped thousands of miles of the Star River. Destruction, Forbidden Law, Elimination Method, Mutant, Primordial Magnet, and Sword Dao— the Six Paths Order Power suppressed the four directions, solidifying everything between heaven and earth and revealing a glimpse of the ever-present Heavenly Dao Rules.

After a fierce battle with powerful enemies, not only was he unharmed, but he had become even more terrifying!

”No!”

”Charge! Charge...”

Under such oppressive force that filled the Star River, Cangkong and dozens of Princes, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops and wielding power beyond the Peak of Hua Shen, had no choice but to halt their advance, their steps heavy as if lead had been poured into them, completely immobilized.

”No!”

Their faces twisted in frenzy, they roared loudly, their unwillingness reaching the extreme.

They were clearly fighting for their lives!

They possessed a strong will to fight, reckless and fearless of death, but under the suppression of the Six Paths Order, they were frozen and unable to move, even burning their Essence Blood was futile and useless.

In the presence of a Human Immortal Sect Disciple who mastered the Power of Order,

they had no right to draw their swords!

”Kill!”

”Kill, kill, kill!”

Cangyan, Tian You, and eight other Ancient Imperial Sons were stronger; they commanded the armies, utilizing the power of the Army Formation and standing on the brink of birthing the Power Order, at least they had the right to stand before a Human Race Elite who had mastered the Power of Order.

Prince Cangyan had already birthed the Power Order, holding a Sky Flame Spear so heavy it could collapse the Star River and break all magic.

At this moment, the green-clothed youth’s sword was unsheathed.

”I hope you can survive this sword strike.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

No matter what, he would respect the opponent in front of him, regardless of their strength.

Clang!

The sword is drawn.

The Sword-light was dazzling like the Scorching Sun!

Around the Great Sun were six ripples, emanating an aura so dreadful that even Prince Cangyan, who was in the midst of Power Order, was momentarily dazed and unable to defend.

The other Princes and Ancient Imperial Sons were even less able to withstand, totally unable to discern where the sword came from or what it looked like.

Unable to observe, unable to witness.

Let alone confront it!

Even with earth-shattering might, they could do nothing in the face of an unobservable attack.

”No...”

People like the Ancient Emperor Tianyou’s Son showed shades of terror.

They transformed into towering giants, frantically Burning Essence Blood, gathering immense power that could shatter thousands of miles of the Star River and annihilate millions of warriors from the Slave Clan. However, they couldn’t see the Sword-light and could only strike wildly in one direction.

Clang!

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword.

He did not look back at the battlefield, turning away to leave.

Behind him were dozens of Horned Demon Imperial Clan Princes, Ancient Imperial Sons, each of whom commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, boasting power above the Peak of Hua Shen, each a recognized Elite within their own domain.

But at that moment, the starry sky instantly fell silent.

The faces of the dozens of Horned Demon Emperor Clan’s Princes were fierce and twisted, as they opened their mouths roaring something, yet their bodies suddenly stiffened.