Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1039 - 1008: The Swordsman of the Great Sun in the Prime of Sword Pavilion

Under this sword, the Northern Plains Heavenly Monarch is slain!

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered.

His vision seemed a bit hazy and blurred, affected by the causal effects of the Destroying Golden Sword, he saw an extremely distant place.

This place was not even the West Desert, but in an endless Han Sea, below a vast ocean abyss, where a giant Ice Crystal egg quietly lay on the ground.

This scene had persisted for countless years, perhaps thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years.

It had always been like this, without any change, no life had ever come to this ocean abyss, unknown to anyone.

Crack!

At a certain moment, the Ice Crystal egg changed.

A crack appeared on the shell, spreading quickly over the entire egg, with cracking sounds incessant to the ear, eventually it shattered completely.

Screech!

Among the swirling dust in the sky, a phoenix the size of a carriage made of Ice Crystal was born, raising its neck to sing a clear and melodious call that spread all around, bringing vitality to this dark and deathly silent ocean abyss.

"Tushan!"

"Tushan!"

"I will remember you, remember you. After you die, I will certainly slaughter your bloodline and kin, destroy your Tushan Central Court, kill all the humans in the world, sparing not even the dogs..."

The beautiful voice emanating from the Ice Crystal phoenix was melodious and pleasant to the ear, but it lacked the ethereal sanctity of a divine bird, filled instead with resentment and venomous hatred, chilling to those who heard it.

This is, in fact, a tradition of long-lived beings.

If I cannot defeat you today, that is fine. I will succumb to a seal, sealed for thousands or tens of thousands of years, when any formidable foes and the elites of the world have aged and their combat ability significantly weakened, that is the time for revenge.

If still worried, then stew to death, not even allowing seeing the dusk years of a formidable foe, ensuring their death before desecrating their corpses, exterminating their lineage, and deriding over their graves.

Since ancient times, beauties and great generals are forbidden to be seen in their old age by the mortal world.

Even if one is an elite of elites, can they rival time?

"Tushan!"

"Shuoyang..."

The Ice Field Heavenly Monarch spoke in a chilling whisper.

She deeply engraved these two names into the depths of her soul, never to forget, always to remember.

However, she did not notice, when a faint hint of bright red color unknowingly appeared in her eyes.

This bright red color, a common red with a slight metallic luster, such color is seen everywhere in nature and would not be considered strange by anyone.

But, if someone were here, upon seeing the blood gold color in that instant, they would immediately envision a green-clothed youth with a handsome face and a longsword hanging at his waist.

This instinct was uncontrollable.

That green-clothed youth was quietly watching himself.

What was even more eerie, that blood gold hue found only in the eyes of the Ice Field Heavenly Monarch started to spread, bit by bit, to her cheeks, to her neck, to her body, to the Ice Crystal wings.

"Tushan..."

Soon, the entire body of the Ice Field Heavenly Monarch was covered in dense blood gold sword scars, and she herself knew nothing about it, still venomously howling.

Until a fine strand of blood gold hair grew out from her cheek and fell beneath her eyes, finally seen.

"What is this?"

A surge of anxiety struck the heart of the Ice Field Heavenly Monarch.

She instinctively used Divine Sense and demonic power for an inner view of herself, only to find her body powerless to even twitch, rigid to an extreme, having lost all control.

"No!"

"What is this devilry!"

The Ice Field Heavenly Monarch screamed in horror.

Through some flickering light, she saw a shadow, a bird-like monster completely draped with blood gold hair, struggling frantically but all in vain.

As it struggled, it seemed to trigger some kind of spell, those blood gold hairs stood erect like swords, piercing into her Divine Soul, into her flesh.

"No! No..."

"Spare me..."

The Ice Field Heavenly Monarch emitted a pitiful scream, terrified, desperate, resentful, yet unable to change anything.

Her last bit of Divine Soul essence disappeared with the piercing of those countless blood gold Flying Swords into her body.

A Demon Monarch who had suppressed the West Desert for ten thousand years, thus perished.

In this unknown ocean abyss, her body pierced through by numerous needle-sized blood gold Flying Swords, not a trace of life remained.

All these, seemingly long, were in fact instantaneous, the Ice Field Heavenly Monarch died, Ice Field Heavenly Monarch resurrected and then died again.

All these occurred within a single sword strike.

Even the mountain-sized body of the Ice Field Heavenly Monarch split in two had yet to fall to the ground, just some fragments had fallen.

"Look, I told you that you would die, His Grace isn't a waste like Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch."

"Still wouldn't believe."

"Now, do you believe?"

Jiang Ding mused to himself.

He looked towards Bai Zu Heavenly Lord who had also been repelled by that sword strike, and also at Xi Ping'an who had ignited the Incense Fire Divine Power, bringing millions of Divine Guards frantically charging here.

The heavens and earth quieted at this moment.

The Ice Field Heavenly Monarch, who had suppressed the West Desert for ten thousand years and was among the mightiest of Heavenly Monarchs, died, just a few exchanges past, amid the battle of besieging others he was slain.

A direct sword slain!

"Ice Field, Ice Field is dead..."

Bai Zu Heavenly Lord's body stiffened, his gaze filled with horror as he witnessed the scene, unable to believe it.

Then,

Whoosh!

Without looking back, he burned his Essence Blood and frantically fled, disregarding the situation, future consequences, and any prospects, escaping abruptly, abandoning everyone.

The half-human, half-centipede Taoist blinked a few times, frantically escaping, and soon disappeared from the place.

"Waste!"

"Idiot, idiot!"

Xi Ping'an muttered.

"Kill!"

He was neither surprised nor disheartened, but reignited the Incense Fire Core, raised the golden great sword, carrying the momentum of the vast lands for thousands of miles, leading millions of Incense Fire Divine Guards, and with the force of splitting Mt. Huashan, he slashed towards the head of the green-clothed youth.

"Hahaha!"

"Fellow Xi, why be so harsh on others?"

Jiang Ding said leisurely, "What you're presenting here is merely the main body of the Incense Divine Dao. Death here would mean a significant loss in strength, but you would still be alive. How can you be the same as Bai Zu fellow cultivator?"

"But rest assured, the Xianmen Sect's scouting techniques are unmatched in the Domain, I will find your rat hole."

"You claim that the previous Great Sun Sword Master left a restriction in you that would ignite my blood-thirsty madness? It doesn't matter, I won't kill you."

"However, if you get killed by a stone, drowned by water, or killed by a Nascent Soul Monk passing by, that wouldn't be my business."

Clearly, Jiang Ding had thought everything through.

Boom!

A radiant Great Sun rose within the thousand mile range of the Great Sun Destroyer Sword Domain, facing the morning sun, carrying endless Destruction, Annihilation, Forbidden Laws, and Mutant energies, directly slamming into the all-burning Xi Ping'an and his Divine Army.

"Kill!"

Xi Ping'an shouted lowly, raising his golden great sword, leading the Divine Army to clash head-on.

Boom!

Boom boom!

Terrifying explosions occurred, shattering the space of several dozens of kilometers in an instant, spreading scorching airwaves in all directions, triggering a destructive natural disaster, annihilating all life within tens of kilometers.

"Kill!"

Amongst the shattered Spiritual Light and airwaves, the Golden Armor Divine General charged again, raising his great sword to strike, never retreating.

"Not bad, not bad indeed."

"Your will to fight is acceptable, just this alone lives up to the name of Xi Yuan."

Jiang Ding spared no praise.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword lightly hummed, another sword strike arrived, landing on the all-consuming Xi Ping'an's golden great sword.

Boom!

Boom boom!

One sword, and another!

The bright, scorching Spiritual Light kept exploding, the void constantly shattered, space boiled as if.

It was evident, the all-consuming Xi Ping'an's strength greatly increased, matching Jiang Ding in a head-on battle, not stepping back, furiously charging.

Though the paths were different, he shared the blood-thirsty, unyielding style of Great Sun Sword Cultivation.

At cost, however, was his burning Incense Fire Divine Core, and the continuously disintegrating Incense Fire Divine Guards.

One sword,

Two swords,

Three swords,

...

The seventh sword!

Xi Ping'an once again repulsed the Taiqing Flying Sword, gasping heavily within the shattered space, supporting himself with his sword, his breath drastically weakened.

He couldn't even muster the strength to stand!

He looked around, millions of Incense Fire Divine Guards had perished, each dying from the overflowing Great Sun Annihilation Sword Qi.

The Incense Fire Divine Core within him, representing the essence of the Incense Divine Dao path, an emblem of authority, had now become translucent and blurred, about to collapse and self-destruct after a few breaths even without external forces, having burned everything.

He had given his all, burned everything, yet it was just this.

Seven swords taken.

Just this.

"Sword Pavilion's Great Sun Swordsman..."

Xi Ping'an gave a bitter laugh.

He knew, he had encountered the peak state Great Sun Swordsman of the Sword Pavilion, stronger than a peer like Mingguang Zi in their prime state.

This should have been the pride of the Sect, a reliance on the Daoist path, yet it was the Sect's mortal enemy, and his father's mortal enemy.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword struck once more, a sword from the clouds, piercing through his brow.

"Sword Pavilion..."

Xi Ping'an's body stiffened, his eyes instantly losing all light.

The next moment, the mountainous body of the Golden Armor Divine General collapsed like a falling peak, collapsed, with countless Spiritual Light scattering, leaving no vitality behind.