Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1080 - 1049: The First Elite of the Human Race in the Horned Ming Realm for All Eternity

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This Old Bone Bloodvine Demon is actually the Blood River King in disguise, who has been lurking in this place for who knows how many years.

Indeed, the rise of the Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan is related to him. No one is aware that, under the watchful eyes of the Magic Stone Clan, the Blood River King has secretly absorbed fresh blood nourishment for healing his wounds.

As for Jiang Ding, an outsider unfamiliar with this land, why is he here, finding the Blood River King whom even the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators could not find?

It's simple, by treating the Great Experts as if they were cattle and horses to be used.

The Blood River King actually has quite decent abilities for hiding and escaping. With the vastness of space to shield him, Jiang Ding, without luck and a Boundary Formation, would not be able to find a Nascent Soul Cultivator whose intent is to hide.

The world is so vast, and if someone does not face you, regardless of how powerful one's Divine Sense and Sword Intent are, they are completely useless.

However, even if the Blood River King's concealment abilities are strong and he hides in other Minor Thousand Worlds, not even in this world, it's of no use. The Masters of Refining Nothingness' art of divination is extremely mysterious. As long as they decide to find a Cultivator in the God-Transformation Phase, as long as the distance is not too great, it's completely like having him in the palm of their hand.

Jiang Ding is not a disciple of the Immortal Sects, filled with many considerations and hesitations towards the Masters of Refining Nothingness.

As long as the Masters of Refining Nothingness do not refuse, he would love for the Masters to handle all matters for him; he would only need to open his mouth to eat, lowering the risk to the lowest point.

"Spare my life!"

"Supreme Honor, spare my life!"

The Old Bone Bloodvine Demon immediately knelt down, completely lacking the dignity of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, and pleaded miserably: "My lineage is lacking, aside from some minor abilities to flee and hide, I really don't qualify as a king."

"Before this, I was actually wronged. I had never dared to peek into the Great Emperor Realm, and it was all the Magic Stone Clan of Demon Mountain framing me!"

He said through clenched teeth, "This Demon Mountain, for the selfish interests of the Magic Stone Clan, eliminating dissidents, is truly unfilial!"

The Blood River King appeared utterly wronged.

Clearly, in his eyes, the person before him was a Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivator, and moreover, an incredibly powerful king among the Imperial Clan.

Otherwise, how could one simply suppress him, a Peak Divine Transformation Cultivator, with just thoughts?

"Wronged?"

"Perhaps not."

Jiang Ding didn't intend to reveal his physical form before the Blood River King, and with a smile, he sighed, "The Human Race is such a rebelliously ambitious race, naturally unwilling to submit to others."

"This is related to the way the Human Race grows."

"Lacking powerful bloodlines, without stable social classes, no one born inherently strong."

"In the growth process of High-Level Cultivators, they have surpassed peak after peak that seemed insurmountable in the past, flattened them; every difficult task in the eyes of their younger selves was achieved one by one."

"Step by step."

"Now, approaching the edge of the Imperial Realm."

"Others tell you this is your endpoint, do you accept it? Are you content?"

"Content?"

The Old Bone Bloodvine Demon's body shuddered.

This statement struck right at the heart of the matter, without the slightest deviation. It was the most sincere call from the bottom of his heart, as if another him was speaking.

The Old Bone Bloodvine Demon fell silent for a long time, no longer trying to make excuses.

"Imperial Clan,"

"For such an ant-like race as ours, the Human Race, you have such profound understanding?"

The Blood River King let out a bitter laugh, "It seems the Imperial Clan truly has its reasons for becoming Domain Rulers, every single aspect is formidable, not as arrogant and shallow as we once thought."

"It really is a bit disheartening."

His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

It's bad enough that the strong are strong.

But to maintain humility and clarity even in the face of ants, thus, he really cannot find any possibility to overturn the rule of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

"In every clan, there are always some who study various aspects."

Jiang Ding was indifferent to the Blood River King's misunderstanding, nor did he plan to deal with him frankly, or seek his help.

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No need for such measures.

In the harsh environment of the Horned Ming Realm, the moral standards of a Nascent Soul Cultivator are extremely low, without any bottom line. This can be excused as a matter of survival, but they absolutely cannot be trusted.

Of course, even if they appeared trustworthy, Jiang Ding would not accept it.

"Answer my question."

"Why won't you drink this Blood Spirit Wine?"

Jiang Ding asked, "I have seen your information. You count every penny and rose from the insignificant ranks of the Slave Clan. As a young cultivator, you would carefully save every single Spirit Stone, and this was one of the key reasons you were able to rise. Frugal and savvy in making money, you even served as the Ministry of Revenue Chief Steward in the Huo Shi Imperial Palace and were valued by the Flame Stone Family."

"This habit of yours remained unchanged even when you achieved the rank of King."

"So why give up this bottle of Spiritual Liquor?"

Jiang Ding asked out of curiosity.

He was evaluating, shifting the Blood River King's emotions, and the power of the Divine Soul, preparing for the events to come.

"Because this liquor is brewed from human blood."

The Blood River King spoke with a downcast tone.

He seemed to have given up hope, but in reality, he never ceased looking for opportunities, still stalling for time, not giving up on even the slightest chance of escape.

"Human blood?"

Jiang Ding was somewhat puzzled, not quite believing it.

"You have grown to this point, having slaughtered millions, and a large part of them were from the Human Race. After all, they are your kinsmen, whom you understand best. You know to what extent you can go without provoking the suppression of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan or the resentment and hostility of other kings from the Slave Clan."

"The blood of these deceased humans, their souls, haven't they all become the nourishment for your growth?"

"No no no."

"No, it's not the same."

The Blood River King shook his head: "I cultivated with their blood and Divine Souls, it is the difference between the strong and the weak, the natural principle of survival of the fittest. If I become weak, defeated, then I should rightfully become the cultivation nourishment for others. That's only fair."

"But this wine, it's different."

"This is food."

"I cannot treat humans as food."

"I can kill them, rob them of everything, to use for cultivation, but I cannot consume humans as food because humans are not food by nature, but sentient beings with spirits."

He had a strict logic in his Dao Heart.

Even though to those who died at his hand, there was no difference—being used as food or as cultivation nourishment, both meant death.

"Survival of the fittest."

"Is this your Dao Heart, your 'principle'?"

Jiang Ding pondered thoughtfully.

"That makes it suitable then..."

"Suitable?!"

A strong sense of alarm surged within the Blood River King.

But before he could do anything, his field of vision became blurry and dim; after a few breaths, his Divine Soul lost consciousness and he collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Ding quietly observed.

In his gaze, the body of the Old Bone Bloodvine Demon crumbled, revealing a middle-aged cultivator with white hair as red as blood and a robe of the same color. His appearance was handsome yet bizarre, with blood-like light flowing in his pupils, appearing strange and terrifying.

This was the true form of the Blood River King.

At that moment, wisps of grey-black Sword Qi spread from the Blood River King's limbs, flowing into his heart, meridians, Elixir Field, and finally into his head and Divine Soul, beginning to take control of everything.

In ten years, he would have complete control.

This was the Divine Ability Secret Art of the Shadow Demon Abyss, the Puppeteering Soul Leading Technique.