Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding had been gathering momentum for a long time, and with a single stroke of his sword, he slashed down.

Originally, he came here just to capture the Six Dao Saint Heir, but by chance, he discovered the surreptitious Scorching Sun Swordsman.

It was an opportune moment; the instinctive killing intent within him began to bloom.

Magic Intention could be of some use,

but what honed Sword Cultivators' Sword Intent the most was still Sword Intent!

The Scorching Sun Swordsman before him had reached an effective level.

"... Kill!"

In the face of life and death, the Scorching Sun Swordsman roared, burning his mana, suppressing the inexplicable terror that rose in his heart, and breaking free from the stagnation of his mana.

A pure gold longsword emerged from his chest, dividing into seven parts, each swallowing and breathing out the gold-colored flames from their hairs, twisting and transforming into seven golden flame lions with dazzling golden manes.

Roar!

The Scorching Sun Sword Intent erupted to its extreme, forming a Sword Formation with the seven flame lions, each roaring fiercely as waves of pure gold reverberated from their mouths, finally dispelling the surrounding Sword Intent of Destruction.

"You are a Sword Cultivator!"

"Good, very good!"

The terror vanished from the Scorching Sun Swordsman's heart, replaced by a fervent desire to battle.

A powerful Sword Cultivator!

Without needing any perception, solely by instinct, he clearly knew that if he defeated the man before him, if he killed the man before him,

his Sword Intent, his Cultivation Base, his future path would undergo an unimaginable qualitative change!

Comparable to an Immortal Pill!

In the depths of his heart, there even arose a complex emotion of utmost reverence mixed with desire.

Fear, desire.

And slaughter.

And then, to take his place!

"Scorching Flame!"

The Scorching Sun Swordsman bellowed.

Roar!

The seven golden flame lions roared, rolling flames spurred on, bunches of gold flame from their hairs converging in their mouths, turning into beams of molten divine gold light, spewing simultaneously towards the young man at the center.

The seven beams of fierce blazing light obscured the sky, even causing ripples like waves in the space.

With his Gold Core body, he reached the realm of Nascent Soul.

"Not bad,"

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

At this distant place.

Humming!

The Taiqing Flying Sword emitted waves of ferocious killing intent, vibrating ominously as it instinctively recorded the Divine Soul and Cultivation Method information of the Scorching Sun Swordsman.

It conveyed a sense of 'this lineage is already doomed, they should all be slain, as a warning to others, no, there's no need for a warning, such actions should be encouraged, but this is tradition, they must be eradicated completely.'

"Shut up,"

Jiang Ding couldn't be bothered with this overly sentient Flying Sword, especially from such a distance.

The silver-white longsword fell.

Whoosh!

The Scorching Sun Swordsman watched helplessly as the seemingly normal longsword split into seven in the instant it fell, each streak of sword light carrying the aura of spirit-breaking and Law-destroying, slowly slicing through the seven pillars of flames and over the foreheads of the golden flame lions.

Divine Soul agony.

Under the silver sword light, the Scorching Sun Sword Intent collapsed upon contact, the difference between the two like that between clouds and mud, incomparable.

Following the Sword Intent was the highly concentrated Scorching Sun Sword Qi and the Great Sun Heavenly Flame gathered from the Great Sun Heavenly Pond of the Northern Plains, the combination of which made the famed sword canon of the Northern Plains, known as the first heritage of the region.

Now, both collapsed.

From an outsider's perspective, seven silver sword lights pierced through the seven golden flame lions, their bodies stiffening, motionless.

After a moment's wait,

a fine azure crack emerged on the foreheads of the seven golden flame lions, slowly spreading apart, disintegrating into nothingness.

The seven golden flame lions were obliterated, leaving behind only a dimly glowing gold sword that flew backward.

Beneath a single sword strike, the swordsmanship was defeated!

"Impossible!"

The Scorching Sun Swordsman was filled with dread, awakening from his rebellious frenzy, biting his tongue tip without hesitation, ready to burn his Essence Blood for one last struggle.

"No!"

"I still have a chance!"

His chest suddenly ached, his body staggered several steps in the sky, unable to maintain his form.

"This is..."

Scorching Sun Swordsman stared down woodenly.

Two silver Flying Swords had somehow reached his chest at some point, gently piercing into it, penetrating his heart, the destructive Sword Intent of Destruction spreading throughout his body.

"Sword-light Diversification at its peak... I should have thought of it earlier."

Scorching Sun Swordsman laughed bitterly, "With such Sword Intent, how could the swordsmanship possibly be mediocre."

"Where the hell did you come from, how could there be a Gold Core sword cultivator in Northern Plains whose Sword Dao far exceeds mine?"

Indeed, people with strong Sword Intent but mediocre swordsmanship do exist.

Jiang Ding watched him silently, adding a sentence in his heart.

Yu Qianzi, the Zhuanlun Swordsman of Five Elements Heavenly Sect, and countless others have coldly mocked before.

Fortunately, the power cap of this avatar isn't high, and the Sword Intent is the same, otherwise it would be troublesome if people found out.

Although it's not a big deal, it feels somewhat embarrassing.

"Do you have a life-saving trump card given to you by a Nascent Soul Monk?"

Jiang Ding said indifferently, "If not, I'm terribly sorry, you're going to die because in my estimate you should have one."

Boom!

The body of the Scorching Sun Swordsman exploded from his chest, turning into countless Spiritual Lights, piercing through space, fleeing at a speed even Nascent Soul Monks would dread.

Within the span of a breath, he was gone without a trace.

Amid the Sword-light, a Sword Intent that was supremely rigid and masculine, dominating the world, blossomed, vaguely revealing an old man with long whiskers sitting amidst the clouds, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

Patriarch Nascent Soul Peak, Immortal Jianyang!

Before he had been seriously injured by many Patriarch Nascent Souls of both righteous and demonic paths from Great Sun Sect and the Northern Plains, he was known as the strongest in Northern Plains!

Obviously, he left a life-saving trick on the body of the Great Sun Sword Sect Swordsman, enough to escape from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, ensuring that the young swordsman wouldn't be humiliated by a significant difference in realm.

The battle between the two was long to describe, but in reality, it was over in just a brief breath, and everything had already happened.

Scorching Sun Swordsman appeared, Scorching Sun Swordsman made his move, Scorching Sun Swordsman used his Nascent Soul trump card to flee in defeat, leaving no trace behind.

Jiang Ding withdrew his gaze, quietly watching the Gold Core Monk before him, who resembled a Heavenly Man and bore some resemblance to the statues of Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch sculpted by Liudao Sect.

"...Sir..."

The Six Dao Saint felt his scalp tingling, a chill rising all over his body, doubting his vision, questioning the reality of the scene he had just witnessed.

Scorching Sun Swordsman, faintly known as the number one Gold Core of Northern Plains, who had chased him to the ends of the earth, forcing him to resort to Escape Techniques, had been defeated?

In just one brief breath, defeated in the realm of swordsmanship he prided himself on the most!

"You're very lucky."

"Friend Yin Dao."

Jiang Ding softly said, "I am someone who doesn't hold onto past grudges, although the Divine Crow Immortal of Liudao Sect destroyed my Tushan Immortal City, I do not plan to kill you this time."

"You just need to hand over your storage bag, all the treasures on your person, and then do something for me."

Technically speaking, the Formation Method of the Luoxu Clan Ancestor Temple requires three hundred Gold Core cultivators to break through.

But given the importance of the situation, it's natural to retain some margin to prevent accidents rather than cutting it too close.

As for letting go of a major enemy and potentially attracting future calamities.

It's not yet the case.

"How about it?"

Jiang Ding held the hilt of his sword and asked once more.

"Thank you... friend, I am profoundly grateful,"

The Six Dao Saint did not get angry; instead, he squeezed out a grateful smile, took out his own storage bag, put all his carried treasures into it, and deliberately tossed it lightly, to show that he was not employing any other tricks.

Han Lin watched this scene, his eyes wide open.

Is this demon actually this agreeable?

"You're not being sincere, friend."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, looking around.

Hum!

The sky suddenly darkened.

Six black banners stood tall in the sky, shutting out the light and giving off a chilling black aura from the Netherworld Hell, sealing the surroundings, preventing Divine Sense from entering.

All human emotions, Immortals high on their thrones in the divine court, Asuras of Hell roaring to the sky, a billion Evil Ghosts devouring souls, and other six realms scenes appeared in succession, the cycle of Reincarnation unceasing.