Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1096 - 1065: The Price of an Ant Provoking the Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch

Jiang Ding's gaze was calm.

He spread out the Blood-Colored Sword Domain, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent landed on the Moye Family's Formation Method that was stirred into existence by an external force, continuously calculating the Formation Method nodes in his mind.

"Who?"

"Who dares to offend my Moye Family?!"

At the moment of the external invasion, dozens of General Stage Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators of Moye Sky soared into the air. They formed a Formation by themselves and joined forces with over a hundred thousand clanspeople to create an Army Formation, with no one, young or old, women or children, excluded.

It was indeed a case of all being as one in the military, with the weakest Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivator being at the cultivate Qi stage, naturally a combat race.

All the General Stage Cultivators of the Moye Family were staring fixedly at that Blood Cloud, that unfamiliar King Stage powerhouse.

Upon seeing that his face did not belong to a king of the Horned Demon Empire, all the Horned Demon Generals simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief and unconsciously displayed a condescending attitude.

"Blood River King,"

"What are you doing here instead of serving under Yanliu Imperial Child? Quick, leave, or don't blame me for reporting to our ancestor."

A peak General Stage Horned Demon Imperial Clan elder, with vine-like patterns on his single horn, scolded from a high position.

A General Stage, berating a king.

Yet everyone around him did not find anything amiss; many Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators were even itching to try, with the impulse to initiate an attack and surround and kill the Slave Clan King.

This is the intrinsic confidence of a Domain Ruler Race over the Slave Clans that they govern.

Throughout history, it was not rare for the Horned Demon Imperial Clan to have many General Stages commanding hundreds of thousands of clanspeople to form a massive Army Formation capable of overpowering and killing Slave Clan Kings.

Although Slave Clan Kings are indeed called kings, they cannot compare to kings of the Horned Demon Empire; their foundations are far too insubstantial, their inheritances incomplete, often lacking genuine King Stage strength, thus being called false kings.

"You are… Chief Mo Ye Wu?"

Jiang Ding recognized the Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivator at the peak of General Stage who had spoken, expressing with some realization.

Blood River King had spent a lot of time with the clan chief of the Moye Family because he was previously in charge of managing the taxation of the Flame Stone Family, tasked with overseeing the production of the Demon Poison Spirit Fruit in the Magic Vine Minor Realm.

In this regard, the Flame Stone Family trusted their servants more than their own clan members.

In past interactions, although Blood River King was a king, he was subservient and obsequious to Mo Ye Wu. Aside from matters involving the Flame Stone Family's taxation, he would tolerate everything else as much as he could, and when he could no longer tolerate, he would grit his teeth, swallow his grievances and continue to bear it.

That is the duty of a servant.

Even the Flame Stone Family, while placing great importance on their taxation, would not wish for a servant who bullied cultivators from an Emperor Clan.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

"Blood River King, are you going to leave or not?"

Mo Ye Wu's hair and beard were wild as he shouted coldly: "If you do not leave, today, you shall die here!"

"Indeed, indeed."

"It's no wonder you're Sir Mo Ye Wu, vigorous in ageing years, truly domineering."

Jiang Ding wasn't angry, instead, he praised him.

These Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators had a sort of beautifully clear and absolute foolishness about them.

"Blood River King,"

"Since you seek death, then I, the elder, will send you on your way!"

Mo Ye Wu stopped showing mercy, and with a cold shout, he activated the Clan Protection Formation.

Crack!

Boom!

The Moye Family's sky-dome-like giant leaves suddenly parted, each forming one of thirty-six massive dark green Heavenly Sabers, wielded by Mo Ye Wu and other warriors in the formation, slashing towards the Blood-robed Taoist in the sky.

Mo Ye Sky Thousand-Kill Formation!

This was the Moye Family's Clan-Protecting Great Formation, and also their Army Formation, inherited from the bygone era of the ancient Great Emperor.

Back then, the Moye Family was an Imperial Clan, only having fallen from grace due to defeat in an imperial scion war, much like the current Emperor Yanliu.

This family bore a grudge against the Flame Stone Family.

This was exactly why Cangkong Imperial Child chose to lead three thousand Imperial Guards to descend into the Magic Vine Minor Realm at the beginning.

At this moment, the sky dome split into thirty-six dark green Heavenly Sabers, carrying the might of heaven and earth, with countless green Poison Fog scattering everywhere, melting and destroying the space, obviously an attack from the Late Divinity Transformation Stage.

Even without a king to preside over, the foundation was terrifyingly deep.

Usually, even if it were a King Stage powerhouse at the later stages of Horned Demon Imperial Clan to arrive here, they would not contemplate breaking through Moye Family's Clan-Protecting Great Formation.

Let alone a Slave Clan Emperor!

This was why Mo Ye Wu and the others were so arrogant.

Clearly, the latest intelligence concerning Blood River King was only circulating amongst the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's kings and had not trickled down to the General Stage clanspeople, an issue of strength.

"A King Stage Formation Method…"

"There's no more complicated trap hidden within."

At this moment, Jiang Ding also finished his calculations of the Formation.

Of course, as Blood River King wasn't particularly adept in the Formation Dao, he wouldn't resort to some clever trick or the analogy of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

He simply, slowly drew his blood-colored Longsword from his waist.

Clang!

A gentle sound of unsheathing, echoing between heaven and earth.

Nothing could stop it!

The space, the Poison Fog, the battle formations, and even the thirty-six dark green Heavenly Sabers that carried the great momentum of heaven and earth, all were useless, unable to block it.

The sound of the sword, gently entering the hearts of Mo Ye Wu and the others, made them feel terribly cold inside, and they were overcome with intense fear.

"Something's wrong, your strength, Blood River King…"

Mo Ye Wu instantly noticed something amiss, his eyes bulging as he stared fixedly ahead.

Those thirty-six dark green Heavenly Sabers conjured from the Mo Ye Sky Thousand-Kill Formation, with might comparable to the late stage of a king's power, abruptly solidified in place.

Just like transforming into a painting, a mirror, reflecting the real world.

The sound of the wind, the Poison Fog, space, even the people within, all became incredibly rigid.

As if it happened in an instant, and yet as if it lasted for an eternity.

Crack!

Within the frozen mirror-like space, a crack suddenly appeared. The thirty-six dark green Heavenly Sabers, the terrifying Poison Fog that corroded space, and the Army Formation of over a hundred thousand Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators shattered following the spread of the fracture, exploding into countless flecks of Spiritual Light.

Boom!

Thunderous roars!

On the ground, the dome of the Moye Family shattered, the dark green leaves nurtured over countless years were obliterated, the leylines of mountains and rivers surged like boiling water, rising into peaks, the earth split into unfathomable chasms, the vast land in fragments.

The very foundation of the Formation Method was utterly destroyed!

"Argh!"

Mo Ye Wu and dozens of General Stage Cultivators, as if struck by a heavy hammer, vomited blood and stumbled back, their aura weakened.

Thud!

The fate of over a hundred thousand Moye Family Cultivators was even more pitiful. Fifty thousand Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators were backlashed by the Formation, their bodies bursting into a cloud of blood mist instantly, even their Divine Souls shattered.

Under one sword strike,

A clan was annihilated!

"Impossible!"

"Blood River King!"

"Your strength, your strength shouldn't be like this!!!"

Mo Ye Wu screamed in horror, refusing to believe everything before his eyes.

The king of the Slave Clan, often used as their family's sparring target in Army Formation, did not need Formation Methods, and it would take months of whittling down with the Army Formation to be defeated!

Now, with the addition of the family's Formation Method, how could it possibly fail?!

It's impossible!

Countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators were filled with indescribable fear, unwilling to accept what was happening right before their eyes.

"Mo Ye Wu."

"You, an ant of the General Stage, a frail life not yet a thousand years old,"

"Repeatedly, time after time, calling out my name blatantly."

Jiang Ding sighed softly, "Such disrespect, such noise, then, let me grant you the penalty you deserve for your rudeness."

"By having your entire clan die as recompense, how about that?"

"Oh, right."

"This is all by the Emperor's command."

Clang~

Jiang Ding drew his sword once again.

A terrifying scent of blood, countless blood lights spreading between heaven and earth, cold and chilling, forewarning all beings of the approach of their Destined Fate of death.

"Stop it!"

"Stop, ah!"

"Blood River King!"

Mo Ye Wu, the Moye Family patriarch, screamed in utmost fear, sharply proclaiming: "There's no way Emperor Yanliu would issue an order for clan annihilation! My Moye Family has committed no grave sin! This is you acting on your own accord!"

"Stop!"

"Wait for the ancestor to return and answer your questions!"

"Perhaps the ancestor could pledge allegiance to Emperor Yanliu once more, stop!"

Mo Ye Wu, straining his voice to the utmost and issuing threats, exclaimed: "Blood River King! If you dare slaughter those of the Imperial Clan, no one can protect you, you will certainly die beyond doubt, not even Emperor Yanliu can save you!"

"You lowly Slave King!"

"Do not sever yourself from the entire Imperial Clan! Otherwise, you will be ground to dust and scattered to the winds, dying with no burial place!"

"Ridiculous."

"What do you, an ant, understand?"

Jiang Ding continued to draw his sword, his hand not showing the slightest sign of stopping, and coldly laughed: "The Moye Family, time and time again, has committed betrayal, they should be completely slaughtered, as a warning to others."

"In the battles of the Emperors' Children, many families have been eradicated, the loss of your Moye Family is of no consequence."

Clang!

The Blood-Colored Sword-light finally unsheathed.

A slice of sword-light too fast to see filled the heavens and earth, present everywhere, reaching everywhere, entering the hearts of every being.

"How dare you! You're nothing but a Slave King..."

Mo Ye Wu, with veins popping in his eyes, almost went mad with hatred.

Then, his body suddenly stiffened.

Not only him, but among his surroundings, dozens of Horned Demon Imperial Clan General Stage Cultivators, as well as nearly a hundred thousand Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators, all became rigid.

Simultaneously, a line of blood appeared on their foreheads, splitting their singular horns, cleaving into their brow centers, severing all traces of life, their Divine Souls completely annihilated.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan, the Moye Family, was all militarized.

Therefore, none survived.

Absolutely no one lived.

This was the grace extended to them by a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

And also the price they should pay for being mere ants, and yet daring to provoke a Human Godly Celestial King.