Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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The Bluegold Sword Qi formed a sea, surging down and shattering a swath of space, leaving nowhere to flee.

"Tushan, you're courting death!"

Behind the Divine Crow Immortal, black wings slowly unfurled, blotting out the sky and sun. From a distance, they seemed like an ancient demon god reborn, vigorously flapping and stirring up countless towering waves. The ripples in the space were terrifying.

"Thousand Feather Kill!"

He coldly shouted.

From within the canopy-like wings, every black feather broke free, as if thousands of arrows were simultaneously released from celestial crossbows, resounding sharply. They pierced through the space, leaving bowl-sized black holes that vanished into oblivion.

These black feathers, derived from the Hei Clan's inherited cultivation method "Crow Feather Peeling Manual," devoured souls and vital essences daily. They merged with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures like Cold Nether Iron and Earth Soul Crystal, and were continuously refined day and night for over a thousand years.

Now that they were unleashed all at once, they faintly formed a formation, their might shaking heaven and earth.

Even a Nascent Soul Monk in the mid-stage, if not willing to risk their life at the moment, would have to avoid them temporarily.

But there was no retreating from the ocean of Bluegold Sword Qi.

Determined and indomitable, with the will to shatter everything, they clashed head-on with the enemy.

Boom!

The earth-shattering explosion fractured space everywhere.

The Bluegold Sword Qi and black feather blades grappled with each other, fighting in groups. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands fought fiercely; the ear-piercing sound of swords and knives clashed non-stop, as dense as popping beans and powerful enough to split clouds and break stones without end.

It was apparent that Bluegold Sword Qi did not have a physical form, not being a treasure that a Sword Cultivator would refine continuously day and night for over a thousand years, but simply a product of Sword Qi transformation.

Nevertheless, it was even-matched with the myriad black feather blades, not giving an inch, clanging with sparks flying everywhere.

"This is clearly just Sword Qi..."

The Divine Crow Immortal was shocked. The result was beyond his expectations; he quickly used his Divine Sense to take a closer look.

However, he saw that although these Sword Qi were slightly weaker,

they could diversify!

Often, under the impact of the collision, the Bluegold Sword Qi would be forced back, but not only did they not break, they had incredible tenacity and would immediately generate nine identical Sword Qi, surrounding and attacking the black feather blades in groups.

That itself would have been enough, as Sword-light Diversification was an old trick of Sword Cultivators and was expected.

What was truly terrifying was the strange Sword Intent contained within these Bluegold Sword Qi – the intent of annihilation, of the Elimination Method, was simply horrifying. It not only granted the Sword Qi tremendous tenacity but also endowed them with supreme sharpness.

Often, between the clashes of blades and swords, the black feather blades would dim slightly in Spiritual Light. After several encounters, many black feather blades noticeably dimmed in Spiritual Light, wavering unstably as they flew and slashed.

"Such Sword Intent far surpasses what I faced against True Master Void Square; the Great Sun Sword Sect would surely be interested,"

The Divine Crow Immortal sneered coldly, "This bunch of Sword Madmen are crazed in their pursuit of sharpening stones to refine their Sword Intent. If they hear of this, perhaps even the strongest in the Northern Plains, Immortal Jianyang, would seek you out to cut you down with his sword, using you to feed his own Flying Sword."

He threatened aloud.

"To be honest, I have already sent messages in all directions. Your actions have been leaked. In just a moment, many Nascent Soul Monks will gather, and you'll be pursued; there will be no escape from death, nowhere to bury your body!"

"No, you can't do that,"

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

The strongest aspect of the Xianmen Sect is the technique of sealing information within Immortal Path.

The surroundings have already been shielded and locked down. If one's strength isn't far superior to his own, it's impossible to transmit any information out.

"Can't do it?"

"Ridiculous ignorant Loose Cultivator."

The Divine Crow Immortal let out a cold laugh as mana surged out of him. His Black Crow Domain rang with a metallic sound - wild winds arose, and killing intent filled the sky.

"Thousand Feathers, Black Kill Formation!"

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Within tens of kilometers of the domain, black feathers seemed to be placed at random: Some stood alone, some scattered about, and some piled together in clusters, appearing utterly haphazard, like a child's scribbles, falling back in defeat step by step.

At this moment, however, they suddenly revealed their sharpness.

One after another, pitch-black array patterns emerged from the randomly distributed black feathers. Seemingly haphazard, they actually occupied every node of spiritual energy flow within a radius of tens of kilometers, controlling everything.

In just an instant, an overwhelming black fog materialized, enveloping all directions, obscuring vision, hiding Divine Sense, and making it impossible to see one's own fingers – one found themselves in the eternal night of the heavens.

"Black Wind!"

The Divine Crow Immortal bellowed, as he fiercely flapped a hundred-meter-wide pitch-black feathered wing.

Whoosh~

Whoosh whoosh...

Suddenly, between heaven and earth, there was a black wind that came blowing, shattering a piece of space, and blowing towards the young man in blue robes.

This wind was like those that eternally swept across the outer realms of the border walls, the Spatial Bone-Eroding Black Wind!

The world seemed to be a series of little boats navigating through the eternal night of the void, with such Spatial Bone-Eroding Black Winds common beyond the border walls throughout the years, infinite and boundless, dissolving mana and Divine Souls, making even the Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarchs unable to survive long in such conditions.

The ancestors of the Hei Clan, with the blessing of that invincible forebear, researched for who knows how many years, leaving behind this legacy. In the past in the Northern Plains, they once flourished greatly, their territory tens of times larger than it is now, having shrunk to a single location due to the mediocrity of successive generations.

Whoosh~

The fierce wind penetrated space, arriving instantly, and blew onto the young man in blue robes.

"Slash!"

Jiang Ding's expression tightened as he sensed something off.

Temporarily ignoring the surrounding formation methods, he split his Taiqing Flying Sword into nine, resembling nine curved bluegold crescents facing the onslaught. They were very much like the Taiyin Swordman Yu Qianzi's Divine Moon Sword Skill, only more domineering and fiery, straightforward and direct, with none of the craftiness and illusion of the Divine Moon Sword Skill.

Boom!

Beneath the sword-light, more than ninety-nine percent of the Spatial Bone-Eroding Black Wind was shattered, and the remaining bit that breezed onto Jiang Ding's body instantly destroyed the layers of Sword Qi shields around him, and then sought to invade his body.

Clang!

Jiang Ding's complexion changed slightly, mana surged within him, and he retreated explosively, then again, and yet again.

Only after retreating over ten kilometers did he summon the Taiqing Flying Sword back in an instant, cutting off the last wisp of bone-eroding black wind, and looking gravely towards the dimly outlined elder shrouded in black fog in the distance.

His Divine Soul realized that within this black wind, there was something extremely difficult to dodge, perhaps some variant power of the Space Dao.

"Your defense..."

The Divine Crow Immortal, seeing his opponent destroy almost all of his black wind with a single sword, initially had his heart leap, but the next moment he was ecstatic, "Your defense is too weak, on the level of a Golden Pill stage, completely different from your attack!!"

"Hahaha!"

"Heaven is assisting me, heaven wants you dead!"

He immediately realized that the legacy left by the ancestors of the Hei Clan had a very strong restraint on sword cultivators with extremely high attack but extremely weak defense.

Without a defense, even the most powerful attacks are useless!

"Wind!"

"Wind!"

"Black Wind! Black Wind! Black Wind!"

The Divine Crow Immortal danced with his hands and feet, freely releasing mana, frantically waving his covering-the-sky wings, and one after another, Spatial Bone-Eroding Black Winds emerged in the dark fog.

In the blink of an eye,

In all directions, six black winds descended one after another, passing through space in a terrifying speed, extinguishing layers of bluegold Sword Qi, blocking all escape routes, and surrounding like an affliction that sticks to the bone.