Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Beneath the Moon White Flying Sword, the Great Sun falls!

To the average Immortal of Nascent Soul, this new Sword Nine Sword Skills was terrifying, powerful, and invulnerable.

In the eyes of a Dominant Sect Swordsman, who had studied swordsmanship for hundreds of thousands of years, it was full of flaws, like a huge wooden war chariot racing at high speed; it seemed fearsome, but in reality, a light slash at the bearings, and the wooden war chariot would instantly shatter and collapse with a bang.

"Do not use unfinished sword techniques in front of a sword dao master,"

Jiang Ding etched the scene before him in his memory.

Using unfinished swordsmanship was worse than employing the most basic Sword Control; its power was lower, but finding flaws and leveraging them was virtually impossible.

Basic Sword Skills were too simple to speak of flaws.

Ding!

In the final round, the Moon White Flying Sword sought to replicate its old trick, a sword strike to break through the core with effortless ease, but encountered the suddenly accelerating Taiqing Flying Sword, clashing head-on without any tricks in a critical moment.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

A terrifying explosion occurred, with layers of space shattering around; the cold and Illusionary moonlight, the scorching, destructive rays of the Great Sun burst in the sky, at one moment freezing bodies and trapping the Divine Soul in an eternal illusion, the next moment with scorching, domineering high temperatures, utter destruction, turning both Divine Soul and flesh to ash.

In an instant, the outcome was revealed.

The destructive rays of the Great Sun gradually extinguished; night and the cool moonlight once again engulfed the sky and earth, transitioning from the interchange of day and night to a moon-dominated sky, unchallenged.

A Blue-Gold Flying Sword with dimming Spiritual Light tumbled away.

The Moon White Flying Sword's radiance intensified!

"Go!"

The Taiyin Swordsman's eyes suddenly turned fiercely cold, filled with murderous intent.

The Moon White Flying Sword suddenly brightened!

A hazy light, not the slightest bit dazzling, covered the surroundings, and the speed of the Moon White Flying Sword surpassed any moment before; it exceeded the reaction speed of Divine Sense.

It was even several times faster than at the start with the Sword Qi Thunder Sound!

Amidst the clear sound of the sword's cry, the sword-light began to warp, to morph, clinging perfectly to the gaps in space, where space was no longer an obstruction, but a force accelerating it.

Sword Qi Thunder Sound,

And it also bore the characteristics of the Sword Dao's third realm, Refining Sword into Silk!

This was to seize upon the moment before the opponent unveiled their full strength, to exploit their slight oversight due to underestimating their foe, and strike them down!

Yu Qianzi's eyes shone like the moon.

She had a premonition that if she succeeded, her swordsmanship, Sword Heart, and Sword Intent, would surely ascend to a whole new level.

For this was the contemporary Dari Swordsman!

Regardless of anything else, this was the outcome.

Only the result speaks beneath the sword.

No need for reasons, no need for excuses, the long-standing wish of the Moon Vein, the goal that countless Moon Vein sword dao predecessors longed for at their dying breath, was right before her eyes.

The twisted Moon White sword-light emerged, it arrived.

This Flying Sword, carrying the hopes of countless from the Moon Vein, unleashed its full force, striving for its ultimate potential, with terrible power, slashing onto the body of the young man in blue.

Boom!

A figure was blasted back several kilometers, vomiting blood, splattering it across the sky, with a body almost bent in half, the sword qi shields at his surface shattering layer by layer, regenerating again and again, until only a thin layer remained.

"Not dead?"

Yu Qianzi felt a chill in her heart, her killing intent surged, in reluctance.

"Alright,"

"You seized your chance very well, I couldn't even react in time."

Several miles away, Jiang Ding wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, used mana to mend his broken bones and veins, and memorized the flaws in his own swordsmanship exposed during the fight. His eyes were bloodshot as he spoke indifferently.

"Too bad, the flying sword you wield must be some scrap metal you picked up somewhere—it's too weak. Even with such a good opportunity I gave you, you still couldn't do much."

Boom!

In the sky, amid the hazy mists, the Great Sun Battleship revealed its form, its cannon mouth swallowing endless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi. Magnetic light reflected everywhere, all-encompassing and ever-present.

The Spirit Particle Sonar locked firmly onto the young girl's Divine Soul!

With thunderous sounds, the fourth-order electromagnetic cloud array spread its Array Patterns in all directions, the seventy-two Electromagnetic Accelerators hummed loudly, and the Magnetic Cloud Splitting Star Cannon completed its energy storage, ready to unleash its power.

"Wait...wait..."

"Calm down!"

Yu Qianzi felt a chill crawl over her scalp and sweep through her body, her voice frantic: "I'm a guest, a guest! You can't kill me—it would cause trouble!"

"We're just sparring, do you understand? A spar!"

Boom!

In the terrifying glare of the lightning, everything vanished.

In the heavens, a flying sword appeared, it commanded and decreed all, marching forth with imperial grandeur. There was no Sword Qi Thunder Sound, no Refining Sword into Silk, it disregarded the shortest distance through space, simply smashing through and shattering the void.

And yet its speed was terrifying to the extreme!

To an onlooker, it appeared as little more than the sublime Moon White Flying Sword, fully empowered and Burning Essence Blood, was hacked away with a single strike, a new ruinous sword scar marring its surface, dimming its Spiritual Light, wailing incessantly, its final destination unknown.

In that same instant, a clear Sword-light emerged at the girl's waist, filled with a killing intent fierce enough to bisect her, grinding flesh and Divine Soul to dust.

All manner of Sword Qi shields, protective treasures.

In that moment they were utterly useless, activated too late.

"No!"

Yu Qianzi screamed in terror.

At that moment, she truly understood the fear the ancestors of the Moon Vein Sword Dao felt when facing the Dari Swordsman.

Normally, a sword fight would involve back and forth, but in a real life-and-death struggle, with full power, one strike was all it took—everything else was rendered meaningless.

The disparity between them was like that between the branches of the Immortal Sects and the Domain Rulers—a vast and insurmountable chasm, unshakeable!

Though they might be called equals, in reality, they were incomparable.

Boom!

In that instant, layers of protective arrays appeared on the young girl in the Moon-White Fairy Skirt, just enough to save her life and nothing more.

"Pfft!"

Yu Qianzi collapsed to the ground, blood spewing from her mouth as she hit the earth, limp as mud, her bones cracking. In that instant, who knows how many had shattered.

Her dress tattered, flesh in several places ground to dust, her overall aura plummeting like a cliff, her eyes lost their light, dull and empty.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, struggling to calm the raging murderous intent within him.

Just now, at the moment when the Moon White Flying Sword was struck down, he thought he was a goner: seventeen bones broken, meridians shattered, arm bones crushed to dust.

His eyes were crazed with red, with violent murderous intent filling his Sea of Consciousness, his instincts seething, ready to annihilate all threats.

The most severe injury he had suffered since birth.

It was today.

It was this person before him.