Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Ancient Divine Crow, with a crown of flaming gold atop its head, manipulated heaven and earth, dominating the land.

Now, its wings flapped furiously, shattering layers of space as it flew toward the distance at extreme speed, without reserving any strength. Its eyes were blood-red with a killing intent that was ice-cold.

Wherever it passed, the Divine Souls of countless beasts froze, and before they knew it, they had lost their lives, unable to survive under the frenzied killing intent of the Nascent Soul Monk.

Ancestors! Dragon Qi!

This was the belief of the Northern Plains family clans, the glory of their lives, the last pure land they had left.

Yet all these were desecrated by a group of lowly Loose Cultivators!

How could this be tolerated?

A storm brewed in space, with violent winds arising from all directions, causing all living beings to tremble with fear and unease.

Within the main residence of the Wei Family, a simple and honest Cultivator opened his eyes, awakening from a long period of dormancy, concealed his aura, and silently watched the distance.

After pondering for a moment, he flew toward the direction of Beast Spirit Immortal City.

The Ancient Divine Crow transformed into a stream of black light, piercing through space and breaking layers upon layers until it neared the He Family Khan Court where the sacrifices to heaven were made, and it abruptly halted.

The Divine Crow's dark eyes closed slightly, absorbing the surrounding Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, recovering its own mana.

The rage and killing intent in its eyes vanished without a trace, cold and calm, with no signs of losing control anymore.

After contemplating for a moment, its wings fluttered, and it released several black feathers to send messages, flying off in all directions.

"Dragon Qi, Army Formation, that's all there is to it," sneered the Divine Crow Immortal with disdain. "A mere group of lowly Loose Cultivators, along with some Mixed Blood of the Collateral Lineage, dare to covet the Dragon Qi of the ancestors, seeking their own doom."

"This is divine will, the protection of our ancestors, allowing these rebels to gather together, making it easy for this old man to eradicate them all at once, ensuring that the Black Snow Prairie remains free of worry for three hundred years."

At this moment, he had completely calmed down, his Divine Sense inch by inch sweeping the surroundings, searching for any hidden Formation Methods or the like.

With a thousand years of combat experience, he was shrewd to the core, all arising from instinct.

If anyone thought they could take advantage of this moment to launch a successful sneak attack, they would be sorely mistaken.

Crack!

Just then, from within the storage feathers at his throat, a crisp sound was heard.

"What?"

The Divine Crow Immortal was stunned, showing an expression of disbelief. His calm mind once again became agitated, with uncontrollable killing intent and fury rising to the surface.

In his Divine Sense, an important node, the son he had recently placed great hope in, bestowed with many treasures for Infant Formation, the last hope for the survival and continuity of the Hei Clan, the future Immortal of Nascent Soul in whom countless clan members had placed their expectations, his soul tablet had suddenly shattered.

He was dead.

"Who dares to kill him? I will surely pursue you to the ends of the earth, to the Yellow Springs below, and will..."

The Divine Crow Immortal screamed shrilly, tearing the clouds and breaking the sky, his murderous intent spreading wildly throughout his heart, filling the heavens.

"I."

Clang!

A resonant and clear ringing of a sword sounded at that moment, instantly overwhelming the Divine Crow's tyrannical screech.

Then a Blue-Gold Flying Sword, wrapped in tiny divided Sword Domains, ripped through layer after layer of the Black Crow's feather-enveloped Domain in a flash, without any resistance, gathering momentum for a long while before piercing the sky and arriving in an instant.

The speed of this Sword-light was so incredibly fast that it even surpassed the limits of the Divine Sense of a Cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, becoming untraceable, not allowing one to sense the slightest bit, feeling only that the sky and the earth were filled with killing intent, icy cold to the bone.

"Who is here!"

The rage in the Divine Crow Immortal's heart was instantly emptied, his Divine Soul trembling instinctively.

Screech!

He let out a screech, and within the Domain spanning tens of kilometers, endless Black Feathers frantically surged towards the center, clustering around his body layer by layer, masking him. The Black Feathers were as hard as divine iron, mixed with hazy rules of space, reputed to ward off all magic. Attacks of the Golden Pill stage, no matter how numerous, were useless.

This technique was known as the Black Feather Heavenly God Armor.

It was a supreme skill passed down through the Hei Clan for ten thousand years, a fusion of Treasure and Magic, once praised by that invincible ancestor from ten thousand years ago. For many years, few of their peers could defeat it, securely controlling the Black Snow Prairie and preventing other family clans and the Great Sun Sect Cultivators from touching even a hair.

Even in such a rushed moment, with disturbed emotions and mana difficult to fully gather, an early stage Nascent Soul Cultivator would not expect to break through it within several moves.

As countless thoughts and ideas rose, the Blue-Gold Flying Sword had already descended.

Sssss...

Upon contact with the Black Feather Heavenly God Armor, the sound of a hot knife slicing through feathers was heard. Under the Blue-Gold Flying Sword and the miniature Destruction Sword Domain, layers of black feathers were torn and shattered.

Unable to block!

Not only were the Spiritual Light of the feather technique and the Nascent Treasure Black Feather Armor ripped apart, but even the higher powers of Divine Sense and Divine Consciousness shattered under the blade. The Divine Soul was in intense pain, having lost all perception around the blade.

"What kind of Flying Sword is this?!"

The Divine Crow Immortal was terrified.

Boom!

In front of the blade, a violent explosion roared; space ruptured, creating a spatial black hole tens of yards in size that frantically swallowed nearby clouds, the earth, living beings—anything that scraped by the edge would be devoured, leaving no remains.

Around the space tear, an old man with a hooked nose in tattered robes staggered backward, vomiting blood. Feathers flew chaotically, and a deep, bone-deep gash appeared on his chest.

Streams of Destruction Sword Qi clung to his bones like a terrible disease, wildly destroying the surrounding flesh and meridians, causing his energy to drastically decline.

Underneath the ragged robes, his body was clad in a feather armor refined from countless black feathers, each feather faintly revealing faces of numerous second and third order beings in agony.

Endless resentment and evil aura surged to the heavens, causing a chilling fear.

At this moment, the center of this incredibly formidable Demon Nascent Treasure was cleaved open by a sword, nearly splitting the front armor in half.

The Divine Crow Immortal ignored his injuries and fixed his gaze ahead.

"Divine Crow, fellow Daoist."

"It's been a long time, how have you been?"

In the hazy sky, a figure of a young man in azure clothes with an indistinct face appeared, his hand on the hilt of his sword, politely greeting him.

In his voice, there seemed to be much regret.

After long planning, he struck with a surprise attack.

Yet it was still not enough to kill a Nascent Soul Monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul or even to shatter his physical orifices, only inflicting serious injury.

In the future, actions against Immortals of Nascent Soul needed to be even more cautious.

"Tushan!!!"

The Divine Crow Immortal also saw the one who ambushed him and roared, "You and I have no enmity; at most, it was just the destruction of one of your puppet avatars' Golden Pill small city. Why do you ambush me?!"

"Could it be that you truly wish to have an unending feud with me and the Righteous Demon Alliance?"

"Or have you gone mad?"

Rage boiled in his heart.

This was simply lunacy!

A mere small city of the Golden Pill level, something trivial between Immortals of Nascent Soul easily settled with words — now they had to engage in a life-and-death struggle, utterly unreasonable!

"I've gone mad?"

Jiang Ding's expression turned cold.

"Divine Crow, do you know, that city holds great significance to me. You shattered it, and not being much stronger than me, you even dare to curse me. Are you asking for death, don't you know that?"

"Bullshit!"

"Mongrel dog!"

The Divine Crow Immortal did not believe it and cursed fiercely in anger, "Damn outsider Loose Cultivator, you've set your eyes on my Beast Spirit Immortal City, scheming and plotting against my son, inciting strife between the direct and collateral lineages of my clan."

"Why bother with any excuse?"

"Let me tell you the truth, the Righteous Demon Alliance stands united; if one is in trouble, all will come to their aid. An outsider Nascent Soul harboring delusions of taking the Hei Clan's foundation is daydreaming, courting death."

"If you retreat now, I can still overlook this!"

"Justice lies in the heart of the people; your pretext, your gibberish, is not worth mentioning."

Jiang Ding snorted coldly, drew his sword, and slashed once more.

The Sword Intent of Destruction spread in all directions, Blue-Gold Sword Qi turned into a sea, carrying a tsunami-like wave as it thunderously descended, destroying layers of space along the way, sealing any chance of survival.

"You, a Demon Cultivator, also dare to talk of righteousness?"