Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1120 - 1088: The Kings Die One After Another Under the Sword

In the resplendent blood sunlight, terror began to surface in the eyes of the Magic Flame Giant with a hole in its chest.

"Originally,"

"The Emperor's descendant, is merely so."

In the void, a Blood-robed Taoist steps forward, holding the hilt of a sword, slowly drawing the crimson blade as an intense and terrifying aura fills the surroundings, as if freezing everything alive.

"Sword Dao Genius of the Human Race..."

The shadow of the Single-Horned Demon God behind the Magic Flame Giant no longer conceals its existence, tremblingly said.

It seems in his heart, the Human Race is not merely a common Slave Clan among the Ten Thousand Clans.

This was not quite logical.

For the Human Race, even more fragile than most Slave Clans, both Divine Soul talent and physical talent extremely weak, and their strength also feeble, are at the bottom layer of the Slave Clans, nothing surprising at all.

The outcome before him, a Slave King, directly repelling dozens of kings together, felt both unexpected and somehow within reason.

"Die."

Clang!

Boom!

However, the blood light in the heavens doesn't wait for anything.

Together with a thundering sky, the celestial phenomena change dramatically, clouds parting as a dazzling crimson Great Sun emerges between heaven and earth, the deep red Sword Intent firmly locks onto the core of the Magic Flame Giant, thunderously descending.

The instant the Blood Sun fell, the entire heaven and earth shook, as if collapsing and crashing downward.

Unstoppable, destroying everything.

"Roar!"

"Kill!"

The Single-Horned Demon God's shadow swiftly took complete control of Cangkong Imperial Child's body, howling towards the sky.

In an instant, the totem's shadow merged with the Magic Flame Giant, expanding to a thousand Zhang in size, with arms raising causing winds and thunders, shattering space, its presence so immense it seemed capable of holding up the heavens single-handedly against the pressure of the world without bending.

"Slash!"

The Single-Horned Demon God's hand now wielded the Star Flame Demon Saber, fully merged with the Flame Giant Pillar Imperial Weapon Prototype of Cangkong Imperial Child.

He exhaled sweeping the Chaotic Undying Space towards the sky, slashing down a mournful pitch-black saber, demon will wildly spreading, overwhelming, even scattering some of the blood light in the heavens.

The blood-red sun thunderously fell, directly onto the mountain-like blade of the demon saber.

Boom!

Thunderous rumble!

At the moment of contact between the saber and sword, an indescribable terrifying explosion roared, spreading a ring of pure black ripples, instantly obliterating hundreds of miles of space, revealing the cold deathly void.

A massive void appeared in the sky, numerous Netherworld Gang Winds surged in, turning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into icy death prisons.

All vitality perished!

This place would form a desolate land of the Magic Vine Minor Realm, enduring thousands to tens of thousands of years, where even Divinity Transformation powerhouses would not dare to come close, lest they carelessly get pierced by the lingering Immortal Sword Intent and Indestructible Saber Will through their Sea of Consciousness, utterly annihilating their spirit.

The two forces were stalemated for an instant.

Boom!

Sounds of flesh tearing and bones shattering.

A colossal giant like a divine peak spat blood and staggered back, violently smashing onto the ground, severing a large river instantly and the earth caved in, forming a deep valley of tens of kilometers in size, at the center of which lay a Magic Flame Giant.

He was extremely disheveled now.

The Ten Thousand Zhang Indestructible Chaotic Space was breached, the giant's flesh and skin largely shattered, fresh blood cascading like waterfalls, soaking the earth, his body also exhibiting many gruesomely exposed white bones piercing through his flesh, unhealable in a short period.

Many river-like networks of Blood River Sword Intent intertwined and deeply embedded into the body of the Magic Flame Giant, ruthlessly eroding and devouring his flesh, significantly suppressing the Magic Flame Giant's self-healing ability, causing his aura to rapidly weaken.

"Pfft!"

"No, this is impossible..."

Anguished and furious roars echoed from among the kings within the battle formation of the Magic Flame Giant, continuously spitting blood.

Now, they

were governed by the will of Cangyan Ancient Emperor's Son!

How could they be defeated by a Slave King!

This should not be reality, as any Slave King should be like ants before the Ancient Imperial Son, utterly fragile and not possessing any resistance, this should be an iron law!

"You,"

"Weak."

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Boom!

He waved his hand, another sword slashing down, the blood sun rising from the earth, ripping through the clouds, bringing a dazzling and scorching blood light between heaven and earth, thunderously falling.

This strike was identical, without any change.

However, the kings of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan and the Cangkong Imperial Child distinctly felt death closing in, step by step approaching, dragging them into the abyss of total obliteration of the Divine Soul, leaving no vitality.

In the end, to die at the hands of a servant!

"Big brother, save me!"

"Please!"

The consciousness of the Cangkong Imperial Child awakened somewhat, crying out in panic, no longer minding the numerous contradictions and resentment from the past, calling out such a title.

The phantom of the Single-Horned Demon God ignored them, anchoring its demon saber on the ground, shakily standing up.

"Blood River?"

"Blood River King, your name is worthy of being remembered by me alone."

The phantom of the Single-Horned Demon God looked at the Blood-robed Taoist in the sky and said indifferently, "With a broken foundation, you possess power close to that of a King-level Emperor's Descendant, even faced with my true self, you would be qualified to withstand one of my slashes."

"Rare."

"Indeed rare."

"Oh?"

"Are you suggesting that there are grievances in your heart, that if this were the outside world, you could suppress me with just one hand?"

Jiang Ding's expression remained calm, holding onto the blood sun, and once again forcefully pushed out: "Indeed, this is the truth, among our equals, I am not your opponent, I could not defeat an Ancient Imperial Son of the same rank."

"However, what grievances and discontent do you have?"

"With so many advantages, at this moment, under these conditions, losing to my hands, what right do you have to be discontent?"

"You this,"

"Waste!"

Boom!

In the sky, another blood sun thundered down, straightforward, not in the mood to listen to any condescending praise, brutally suppressing, intending to crush all beings who only had words but no real power, seeking various rational excuses, turning their Divine Soul into ashes.

"Waste?"

A trace of ferocity appeared in the expression of the phantom of the Single-Horned Demon God.

In his life, from birth, he had been splendid and glorious, always outstripping his peers by far, leaving them far behind not even able to see his back, many emperors to him were just slightly larger ants, trivial.

His future was destined to become an Ancient Emperor, suppressing the Star Domain, to become the strongest in the Horned Ming Realm,

And now, to be called a waste by a servant?

"You're courting death!"

Clang!

The Single-Horned Demon God, using the Azure Flame Spear Emperor Weapon as a prototype, regardless of the consequences, drew power from twenty kings, the blood-strength bright and dazzling, coalescing together, refining, and finally forming a pitch-black demon blade burning with magic flames, slashing towards the sky.

This blade, his great accomplishment since beginning blade forging, named the Star Flame Demon Saber, with frenzied battle intent at its edge, could instantly annihilate the opponent's Divine Soul.

This blade had once defeated an Ancient Imperial Son head on in battle!

However, faced with such a terrifying blade, the blood sun directly thundered down, striking head-on, in an instant overwhelming the Star Flame Demon Saber, breaking it, shattering it, the Blood River Sword Intent tumbling, devouring all the crazed demon intent.

There was no reason, no skill.

Simply weak.

The saber technique was weak!

Without absolute foundational strength to crush, his proudly held saber technique, in the face of such swordsmanship, was nothing!

Boom!

Thunderous!

The Star Flame Demon Saber shattered, the blood-colored radiant sun unobstructed, passing through the body of the Magic Flame Giant.

Between life and death, the Cangyan Ancient Emperor's Son, who controlled the body's will, could only barely shift a fraction of his body, allowing his left arm and shoulder to bear this terrible bloody strike.

Sizzle...

A soft sound was heard, and a strand of light blue smoke emerged.

In the giant peak-like body of the Magic Flame Giant, the left arm and shoulder, including half of the body, silently disappeared, the more than a dozen kings of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan died without a sound, their Divine Soul and flesh turned to ash, leaving no trace.