Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1294: Chapter 1262: The Giant Palm of the Azure Sky Descends

“Hahaha!”

“What are you afraid of?”

The Demon Fire King was not angry. Mocking the group of juniors, he laughed while pointing at them and cursed: “We old dogs have fought blood-soaked battles up to this day, all for the sake of ensuring that you brats and your descendants would rise as noble elites, no longer living as the slaves of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, no longer suffering as we did—having our own children beaten to death by their masters and still being forced to grind their bones into ashes.”

“Never again should such days exist.”

He sighed with a faint trace of sorrow.

“But listen carefully to me, all of you!”

“You may enjoy these customs of splendor, you may have a taste for being surrounded by a multitude of servants—but only if you have the strength to back it up!”

His gaze turned chillingly sharp as he fixed his eyes on them: “Otherwise, whichever worthless fool lets indulgence hinder their cultivation, it won’t take a foreign enemy—I’ll personally swallow them alive.”

“Yes, Ancestor!”

A sense of alarm gripped the hearts of the many young talents of the Magic Rock Clan gathered around.

In truth, such decadence rarely occurred among the noble youth of the Magic Rock Clan, hardly even as isolated incidents. Under the stern guardianship of the first generation of kings, no room was given for decline. The Demon Fire King spoke merely as preventative warning.

“Demon Fire, stop scaring them.”

The Demon Mountain King waved his hand, gesturing for the young clansmen to stand up.

The feast of the Magic Rock Clan returned to its former lively ambiance, with laughter and dancing encircling the kings, while countless members of the Slave Clan moved among them, serving with utmost respect.

Additionally, members of the Fragrant Tiger Clan, Rabbit Tribe, Sheep Clan, and others—beastly tribes with tender and succulent flesh—had been subjected to Spirit Soul Restrictions, willingly leaping into flame pits, allowing their bodies to roast in the blaze. The aroma they released was so tantalizing that it made mouths water uncontrollably.

The Magic Rock Clan, inheriting everything from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, seemed to lean ever more toward blood-soaked brutality.

“Big Brother, about the humans…”

Midway through their drunken revelry, the Demon Fire King brought up the matter again, his tone heavy with unease: “The Xianmen Sect—not to mention the Demon School—surely won’t be content. What future do we have?”

The Magic Rock clansmen nearby held their breath, listening intently.

Humans—they often saw them, weak and foolish, even inferior to their lowest slaves. Yet their elders had warned that humans were incredibly strong, ruling as Domain Overlords, leaving the young clansmen intrigued and perplexed.

“Do not worry.”

“Second Brother, the Immortal Sect Envoys have already assured me that the Demon School will not set its sights here.”

The Demon Mountain King smiled faintly and said, “Moreover, even if the Demon School attacks, we could simply surrender once again. Their numbers are few; without us, they cannot govern the Magical Stone Minor Realm.”

His tone radiated unshakable confidence.

Even the Flame Stone Family relied on the Magic Rock Clan to rule, let alone these foreign humans.

Besides, he believed he had merely slaughtered some mortals and mid-tier humans—not enough to incur the Demon School’s wrath to a fatal level. At worst, he’d up the tribute by a few degrees. Painful, yes, but manageable for the clan.

“That should suffice.”

The Demon Fire King finally laid his concerns to rest.

“Fools!”

“The authority of the Xianmen Sect is far beyond what you can imagine. Demon Mountain, you’re going to doom the entire Magic Rock Clan!”

At that moment, an untimely voice rang out.

The young members of the Magic Rock Clan turned their gazes toward the source.

It was the enormous, mountain-like form of the Magic Flame Giant—bound by iron chains, its body covered in a criss-cross of deep wounds. The chains sunk into its flesh, yet it continued to curse in fury: “Demon Mountain, you will lead us to our deaths! Weak clans cannot flip sides on a whim—that is a capital offense!”

Several of the younger Magic Rock clansmen showed expressions of disdain but dared not openly rebuke him.

“Silence!”

The Demon Mountain King’s face darkened, his tone icy: “Magic Iron King, you short-sighted swine! How could you possibly grasp the grand strategy in my heart? Speak further, and I shall abandon all pretense of kinship!”

His chilling murderous intent spread outward.

“Hmph!”

The Magic Iron King snorted coldly but said no more.

“Second Brother, stop angering Big Brother. Merely human ants, after all…”

The Demon Fire King attempted to mediate with repeated persuasion.

Yet no reconciliation could be found; both sides remained locked in hostility, their eyes burning with lethal intent.

“Magic Iron, when the Immortal Sect Envoys arrive, you will see the error in your words today. The path I walk is the best path for the Magic Rock Clan. Precisely because we are a small clan, our alignment must be absolute.”

The Demon Mountain King’s voice was as cold as frost.

Suddenly, the space around them froze still.

Everyone gathered in the Demon Flame Emperor Palace instinctively turned their gazes toward the starry sky, feeling a bone-deep terror rise within them.

A single figure appeared.

In the dead silent void above, a green-clothed human youth, sword hung at his waist, strode toward them one step at a time, his gaze cold as the abyss.

Though he seemed so insignificantly small—separated by tens of thousands of kilometers across the Minor Thousand World, far beyond the limits of a Nascent Soul Cultivator’s Divine Sense—

Every single strong being within this Minor Thousand World found their gazes magnetically drawn to him, incapable of looking away.

“Fellow Daoists, I am the Great Sun.”

“A cultivator of the Xianmen Sect.”

The green-clothed youth spoke calmly.

Yet the hearts of all the strong beings within the Minor Thousand World trembled uncontrollably. It was as though they had glimpsed mountains of corpses, seas of blood, an unfathomable death toll, and the scent of an impending catastrophic doom.

This was not because their Divine Souls were unusually perceptive—it was merely because the youth before them did not bother to conceal it.

“The Xianmen Sect!”

“A cultivator from the Xianmen Sect!”

The Demon Mountain King’s courtly composure crumbled in an instant. Panic churned in his heart: “The Shadow Demon Abyss assured me that Xianmen cultivators would never take action, would never appear!”

It was as if the sky had fallen, shattering his firmest convictions like fragile illusions.

“Quick! Quickly!”

“Activate the clan’s great formation! Assemble the army formation!”

The Demon Fire King reacted faster. His hands performed a mana technique as he let out a desperate, piercing roar.

Buzz!

Buzz, buzz!

The world quaked violently as a sea of dark green flame emerged within the Demon Flame Emperor Palace, drawing upon the power of countless Spiritual Veins and the stationed Magic Rock Clan army. Endless array patterns intertwined; heavenly earth spiritual qi converged swiftly to form a colossal formation spanning ten thousand miles.

The Three Heavens Demonfire Annihilation Formation!

Simultaneously, the tens of thousands of troops stationed within the Magic Rock Clan’s territory instantly synchronized into a military formation. A dense aura of killing intent further strengthened the clan’s protective formation’s might.

As former slaves of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, the Magic Rock Clan had inherited the knowledge of military formations.

All their power gathered into Demon Mountain King’s hands, driving his aura to surge beyond the Peak of Divinity Transformation.

“Heavenly Monarch!”

“Immortal Sect Envoy!”

“I implore you not to misunderstand!”

Recovered somewhat in confidence, the Demon Mountain King spoke respectfully yet with veiled threats, his tone sharp: “This was all the deceit of the Shadow Demon Abyss cultivators, not the intent of my clan.”

“My clan is willing to submit to the Xianmen Sect! We will raise our tribute by fifty percent!”

He offered terms he deemed exceedingly generous.

The green-clothed youth in the starry sky did not respond to the Demon Mountain King’s words. He raised his hand, extending it toward the world below.

Boom!

Within the infinite expanse of the cosmos, an enormous celestial hand formed entirely of sword qi appeared!

Six Paths Order swirled within it.

The giant hand shattered the stellar dimensions with deafening roars, piercing through the Star River domain, obliterating the Minor Thousand World’s protective walls, the Gangwind Layer, and the Realm Thunder Layer. It broke through the clouds in the skies above, descending upon the earth below with annihilative killing intent—targeting the Demon Flame Emperor Palace, armored with layer upon layer of array patterns and entrenched military formations—crushing down on the Magic Rock Clan’s strongest domain.