Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1437: Chapter 1405: Encountering an Old Acquaintance

Jiang Ding walked on the land.

He revealed his true self, without concealing anything, and walked step by step on the earth of the Thunder Flame Domain, carefully observing the clouds, flowers, plants, trees, and the pedestrians by the roadside.

Before the great battle, his heart was more serene than ever.

He suddenly discovered that these common things in life seemed to contain many beautiful elements that intoxicated the heart.

“Hahaha!”

“Do I know that my death is imminent, hence instinctively lingering in this world?”

Jiang Ding smiled.

He didn’t care, nor did he worry about gains and losses, indulging in chaotic thoughts.

“Kill!”

“This sword…”

“You seek death…”

Around him, a chaotic scene unfolded with many cultivators fighting; at least half were sword cultivators. Typically extremely rare, there might not be even one Sword Intent Sword Cultivator in a kingdom, yet here they were everywhere, like roadside weeds.

They were Upper Realm Sword Cultivators following the Inheritor Sword Cultivator of Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.

The life-and-death battle of high-level sword cultivators was an opportunity not to be missed for other sword cultivators; if one gained insight while watching, it could equal hundreds or thousands of years of hard cultivation.

Moreover, with many sword cultivators gathered, rare opponents were everywhere.

When two sword cultivators meet, the process often goes like this: they talk about worldly matters, discuss profound doctrines, exchange swordsmanship and Sword Dao experiences, both benefiting greatly.

Then they confirm their opponent, draw swords.

The final result is often that one side dies, the victor takes the loser’s Life Flying Sword and leaves, sometimes they perish together.

This is a fairly ideal and pure outcome.

In reality, sword cultivators are human; some are lustful, some are greedy, some are loyal, some are kind, each differing, with many battles involving killing to seize treasures, beauty, devouring blood and soul, and possibly instigated by the Demon Race…

These battles are not beautiful; the idealism of Sword Dao is rare among them.

Theoretically, sword cultivators belong to the Righteous Dao because they do not refine treasures and cultivate with enemy’s blood and soul, unlike the cruel methods of Diabolism.

But in reality, they sometimes seem more like Diabolism, chaotic and cruel.

Endless days accompany death, and normal people are indeed few.

Not all sword cultivators can conquer their inner selves, and going to extremes is very easy.

The power levels of these sword cultivators vary; there are Golden Pill, Nascent Soul, and Divinity Transformation cultivators; a few are Void Refining Sword Cultivators, although powerful ones among them are not many, because they are prey for Inheritor Sword Cultivators of Immortal Sects.

Their presence plunged the Thunder Flame Domain into great chaos; within just a few months, 317 sects or families were exterminated or completely unreachable.

The forces of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect and Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain have fully retreated, confined within the mountain gates, sealing the mountain for three hundred years, no longer dealing with external affairs, hearts without surplus strength.

This was not Jiang Ding’s command.

In the simulation model, the two true sects would make such a decision, hence it was done.

“Sword cultivators,”

“should not be like this, chaotic, disorderly…”

Jiang Ding furrowed his brows deeply.

Coming all the way, scene after scene, frame after frame made him extremely displeased; the Upper Realm Sword Cultivators entirely did not fit his aesthetic view.

If capable, these chaotic factors should be changed.

“Oh?”

“Unexpectedly, there are old acquaintances…”

Jiang Ding suddenly paused, looking into the distance.

…

In the sky, two Escape Lights, one blue and one white, were frantically fleeing, their aura at the Peak of Hua Shen.

Behind them, pursuing was an Early Stage Void Refining Practitioner, seemingly a sword cultivator.

“Ants!”

“You seek death… I will certainly extract your souls and refine them, torment you day and night…”

This Void Refining Sword Cultivator pursued the two in a frenzy, seemingly filled with vengeance as if they had killed his son or seized his wife, chasing the two Divinity Transformation cultivators with Sword Escaping.

However, extremely strangely, the Void Refining Sword Cultivator could not catch up!

Whenever he was about to catch up, the two Escape Lights, blue and white, would each unveil a trump card; sometimes it was a mysterious blue talisman, sometimes a ferocious and terrifying poisonous insect, often increasing their speed significantly, escaping the Void Refining Sword Cultivator’s pursuit just in time.

The relationship between the blue and white Escape Lights seemed not close.

The white Escape Light always wanted to flee in another direction, but the blue Escape Light constantly chased like sticky glue, never able to shake it off.

“Qing Yun!”

“Fuck your mother!”

The figure in the white Escape Light could no longer control his temper, no longer a gentleman, cursing aloud: “Did I provoke you? Why are you following me?”

“You followed me when ascending,”

“now you are still following me!”

“Can you get lost?”

“Ah?!!”

“Great Love Daoist Friend, those words are not right.”

The figure in the blue Escape Light was very patient, calmly retorting: “The Upper Realm is not your home. I just happened to be on the same path, actually not following.”

“Look, the people on this road, including mortals, number at least in tens of thousands, surely they’re not all following you?”

“The same path?”

“Same path, my ass!”

The figure in the white Escape Light cursed loudly: “Not the same path early, not the same path late, precisely when you killed the Void Refining Sword Cultivator’s son you were on the same path with me; do you think I’m stupid?”

“You dog bastard!”

“Fellow Daoist, things are unpredictable, don’t doubt it, everything was just a coincidence like this.”

“Furthermore, that deceased Daoist wasn’t provoked by me.”

The figure in the blue Escape Light touched his nose, laughing bitterly: “I had just ascended, and he blocked me in a rush, saying he encountered an ascendant prodigy, perfect for sharpening his sword, attacking ruthlessly, aiming for my head, so I naturally couldn’t hold back.”

“I thought, since he was a sword cultivator, killing him wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Just like Fellow Daoist Lieyang, when his brother’s child’s sword was killed by someone, they all ignored it, didn’t care, accepted losing, isn’t this what sword cultivators always do?”

“Who knew…”

He sighed deeply.

The sword cultivators from the Upper Realm seem different from the Great Sun Sword Cultivators?

“Great Love Daoist Friend,”

“whether you believe it or not, it’s indeed a coincidence that we two are on the same path.”

The figure in the blue Escape Light said seriously: “Why not stop and explain to that Void Refining senior behind us, this matter really doesn’t concern you, once the misunderstanding is cleared, they naturally won’t trouble you.”

“My Junior Master often says, misunderstandings, once spoken, are resolved…”

“Qing Yun, damn your ancestors!”

The figure in the white Escape Light cursed relentlessly.

Stop and explain?

Explain my ass!

Does the Void Refining Sword Cultivator behind look like he would listen to reason?

Afraid that just stopping, getting a little closer, the other would slash with a sword, what’s the use of explaining.

The key is, this is entirely a senseless disaster, having nothing to do with oneself, inexplicably getting tangled up, truly unforgivable.