Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1417: Chapter 1385: Heavy Rain Under the Radiated Gray Clouds

The Taiqing Flying Sword hung in the sky, as resplendent as the Great Sun.

On the ground, countless shattered carbon shells drifted, the Blood Path rules enveloped the surroundings, countless newborn pink arms grew out, dancing in the wind. Numerous creatures wailed incessantly on the Blood and Flesh Mountain, forming sound waves of Divine Soul attacks, terrifying beyond compare, launching three hundred sixty soul curse attacks on the enemy in an instant.

“Blood Path…”

Jiang Ding stood in the sky, ignoring these various curses and Divine Soul curse attacks.

The Material Sun Sword Soul stationed in his Sea of Consciousness, to a Refining Emptiness Peak Cultivator, these soul attacks were no more than a gentle breeze, not even worth his attention.

“Sword Cultivator!”

“Sword Cultivator at the Refining Void Stage!”

The Blood Lake Ancestor stood on countless pink arms, which overlapped and intertwined to form a blood-flesh lotus that lifted him up, hideous and terrifying, causing great discomfort.

“You are not a native cultivator of the Thunder Flame Domain, nor a breakthrough by one of my old friends who found opportunities.”

The Blood Lake Ancestor spoke in a low voice, his demonic voice sharp as a blade.

“But an outsider, breaking through void and entering, surely there will be celestial phenomena, and surely, you’ll be grievously injured. This is a problem even the Immortal Sects have not solved, forced to rely on many true sects and Taoist sects for indirect rule, thus conceding some benefits.”

“Thus, ”

“You are of Divinity Transformation!”

“Am I right, young friend?”

He looked at the green-clothed youth with icy eyes.

“Interesting.”

“Indeed, a true sect Refining Nothingness, its heritage is still present.”

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

This point needed no denial, given many conditions, the fact had already emerged.

Would there be any issues with this?

No, there wouldn’t be.

All messages would not leak, under the Human Dao’s shroud, all internal and external information had been obscured, blocked, at least the communication technology held by the true sect could not break through such a level of information blockade.

“Which Immortal Sect does the young friend originate from?”

“What is your background?”

The Blood Lake Ancestor showed a gentle smile, asking warmly.

“Background?”

“I hail from the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm, are you considering self-execution?”

“That’s also fine. As long as you die, the process of the fight isn’t too significant.”

“For the Righteous Dao in the world, I am willing to sacrifice myself.”

Jiang Ding said sincerely.

“Hahaha…”

“Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm?”

“Where did this wild cultivator come from, such a farce throughout the world!”

The Blood Lake Ancestor revealed a mocking expression and laughed maniacally: “The inheritor sword cultivators of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm are few, with diverse cultivation methods but must carry the thunder arts, and the inheritor sword cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm must come in pairs.”

“You, a wild cultivator, what makes you look like an Immortal Sect disciple?”

“Since you’re not honest, then die.”

“Once I twist off your head, peel back your scalp, and extract your soul, you’ll obediently tell me everything, young friend will surely change this bad habit of lying at that time.”

Buzz!

The Blood Lake Ancestor not only said this but acted on it directly.

He struck with a palm, a slender and long hand expanded in an instant to several hundred kilometers in size, each palm line visible, nails sharp as knives, crafted with Sixth Tier Cold Iron, comparable to space blade treasures, incomparably sharp.

The hand clenched, though enormously large, it was extremely agile, able to pinch even a particle of dust, let alone a handsome boy’s head.

At the moment of the palm’s release, numerous shrieking hands from the Blood and Flesh Mountain soared into the sky, accompanying, imprinting into the surroundings, filling everything with Blood Path rules, cloaking everything in icy killing intent.

“You such demonic outsiders, each breath you take is a blight on humanity, a cancer of the race.”

“Deserve to die under my sword.”

Jiang Ding looked at the terrifying, bloody hands around, shaking his head slightly.

Facing the hand about to twist off his head, he drew his sword from his waist, slashing out a stroke.

As the sword stroke was released, the sky and the ground paused slightly.

Mist rose, winds and clouds surged, gathered into clusters, countless primordial magnet orders enveloped heaven and earth, forming gray radiation clouds, covering tens of thousands of kilometers of sky.

Subsequently, the gray radiation clouds bloomed, a strand of gold light dripped down.

One drop fell, followed by countless droplets like threads of gold light, dripping down steadily like a spring rain precious as oil, descending upon the earth in such times, bringing the order of Heavenly Monarch to the land.

“Blood Lake Daoist, ”

“This is the sixteenth power of a modified prototype of the Destroying Golden Sword, also known as Rain Summoning, pure body cultivation power can no longer destroy it, please critique it.”

Jiang Ding said in a loud voice.

Under the dark gray radiation clouds, the Golden Phoenix Rain dripped down steadily, each thread of rain containing Swordsmanship at the Sword Realm Peak, possessing Sword Intent, Sword-light Diversification, Refining Sword into Silk, and Immortal abilities. Each drop of rain held the Sword Dao utmost realm, which 99% of Sword Cultivators could never reach in their lifetime.

The rain pattered down onto the Blood Jade Giant Palm that surged with murderous intent and onto the countless pink hands extending from the Blood and Flesh Mountain.

These hands wrapped in Blood Path rules, possessing world-shattering power, paused.

They collided into the golden thread rain as if hitting a mountain forged from Divine Gold, struck by thunder, their speed rapidly decreased, slowing as if snails within several breaths.

At this moment, even the mortal’s eye could see clearly, without any secrets.

The young man before the Blood Jade Giant Palm, almost reached, could advance no further.

Drip!

Drip, drip…

Tiny rain threads continued to fall, landing on those pink hands, a single drop of golden thread rain penetrated a pink hand instantly, creating a transparent hole through it, the Blood Path rules unable to impede at all.

The rain-soaked area of the hand surrounding the hole behaved like mortals encountering highly concentrated aqua regia, pink hands instantly carbonized, then turned to ash, scattered, leaving the Blood Path rules empty, the immortal, indestructible Blood Path creatures gone entirely.

As the rain fell, the sky brightened, all pink hands turning to dust, falling from the sky.

In the sky, only the Blood Jade Giant Palm, originally struck by the Blood Lake Ancestor, with numerous Blood Path rules encircling it, swift as wind and thunder, and harboring countless deep red curses, its nails sharp as Sixth-order Space Treasures, remained, ready to kill. Any cut from these nails would instantly doom a Refining Nothingness cultivator.

Yet, under the drizzling golden thread rain, the Blood Jade Giant Palm met its end.

Every raindrop that fell on the giant palm could gouge a deep pit, flesh mangled, bones exposed.

One golden thread rain drop after another landed.

In a breath, the skin of the blood jade giant palm had completely decayed, flesh mangled, bone exposed to more rain strands soon turned to ash, revealing ultimately the pristine white bones.

And now, under the rain, even the smooth bones charred black, nothing was immortal.

All of this happened in an instant, the Blood Jade Giant Palm turned to bones, flesh and skin entirely gone.

“Ah!”

“No, my hand…”

Tendons linked to the heart, blood and flesh peeled layer by layer by raindrops, even his Divine Soul incomplete because of it.

The Blood Lake Ancestor let out a painful wail.

This wailing combined with the wails of his countless half-dead creatures under his blood-flesh lotus seat, a peculiar mixture.