Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1136 - 1104: The Fortune of Being Attended to in Turn by the Nine Great Immortal Sects

Jiang Ding and his Flying Sword, along with an entire Starry Sky Unmanned Special Corps, were sent flying by a single palm strike, their bones shattered, and warships and fighters exploded in succession.

"…Imperial Realm…"

Jiang Ding barely managed to prop himself up with his sword, his chest drenched in blood, and he couldn't help but feel a shock of terror.

He looked at his sword.

It was bent.

The blade had a thirty-degree curve; even an almost-Emperor-ranked weapon was not enough. Under the power of a Great Emperor, it would be damaged instantly, simply unable to withstand the force.

"How do you possess the power of a Sub-Emperor?"

A Flame Giant descended, landing before the Yanliu Imperial Child, and asked slowly.

A great suppressive force filled the surroundings, the fire-attributed Spiritual Energy exceptionally restless, cheering as if welcoming the ruler of the Flame Dao, eagerly pledging loyalty to it.

The body of this Flame Giant was even more terrifying, formed from strands of divine fire from heaven and earth. He had refined his body for tens of thousands of years, turning it into a body made of Flame Divine Metal, indestructible and immortal, where a single drop of his blood could collapse the starry sky, suppress billions of beings, and form an eternal abyss of flames.

"Father!"

"Father, father, you've finally come…"

The Yanliu Imperial Child sobbed loudly, having found a lifeline in a desperate situation, grabbing onto the legs of the Flame Stone Great Emperor, wailing incessantly, recounting all the great grievances he had suffered.

The Flame Stone Great Emperor frowned.

He disliked his son's weakness, yet he did not show it at this moment; instead, he planned in his heart how to temper him in the future, unwilling to let it continue this way.

However, deep down, he felt somewhat sympathetic.

If he had encountered a Sub-Emperor during his time as an Emperor's son, while he was still at the rank of a cultivator, he too would probably have felt such despair. The difference in strength was too vast, and no matter how calm or composed, defeat would still be inevitable, utterly pointless.

"Father!"

"Capture him, I want to use the Imperial Fire to torment him for eternity, I want to flay and dismantle his bones, I want to slowly burn his head with soul flames..."

The Yanliu Imperial Child's emotions stabilized slightly, and he immediately became revengeful, pointing at the Blood-robed Taoist and howling fiercely.

Never before had he experienced such humiliation!

To be pushed to such a state by a servant, even kneeling and begging for mercy was futile as he was still mercilessly slaughtered!

This almost completely shattered his self-esteem, a humiliation that he could never forget for all eternity.

The Flame Stone Great Emperor slightly furrowed his brows.

The voice of the Yanliu Imperial Child abruptly halted, forcibly cut off.

This incessant and grudgeful cursing behavior truly displeased the Great Emperor, who would have preferred if the Yanliu Imperial Child immediately took out his Green Flame Spear and charged into battle.

What was the point of cursing with words?

This showed that his courage had been utterly defeated; he only wished to rely on the strength of others, no longer daring to act on his own, his fighting spirit fractured and his Dao Heart infested by his Internal Demon.

"Blood River King?"

"Have you obtained the Ancient God Dao Secret Cache?"

The Flame Stone Great Emperor turned to the Blood-robed Taoist and asked.

His gaze passed over the numerous warships and fighters behind this servant. Those exquisite creations, those intricate and complex army formations, could not possibly be the work of a Loose Cultivator, no matter how talented, as they were not feats a cultivator could achieve.

"What do you think?"

"Hahaha…"

Yet Jiang Ding showed no fear, his hand on the hilt of his sword, laughing wildly: "Your Imperial Highness Flame Stone, it's our first meeting, and I have a sword strike for you!"

"I hope you will appreciate it."

"Please don't be too careless, extend to me some small measure of respect."

"Because this sword strike, is the result of a glimpse into Immortal Techniques, the culmination of nearly my whole life's wisdom in Sword Dao."

Clang!

In Jiang Ding's hand, the already-twisted Taiqing Flying Sword slowly unsheathed.

At that instant, the heavens and earth seemed to freeze, the sound of the wind, the rain, the fracturing of space, and even the Flame Rules around the Great Emperor fell into a barely perceivable silence for a split second. Space, Order, and Time all seemed to twist ever so slightly.

The entire world, and all beings within it, at this moment even seemed to exhibit a subtle shift towards becoming a two-dimensional plane, as if transitioning into beings of another dimension.

In Jiang Ding's blood-gold dual-colored pupils, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a faint blood-gold hue, with fine networks of Blood Gold Lines spreading across mountains, rivers, earth, streams, Spiritual Veins, and upon all living beings.

The stronger the entity, the more complex the Blood Gold Lines on its body.

Mountains and lands often had one or two strands, seven or eight strands, while the Yanliu Imperial Child had dozens of strands.

A natural instinct surfaced in Jiang Ding's heart.

If his sword could cut into these Blood Gold Networks, then no matter how powerful the creature, no matter how indestructible the defense, no matter how unparalleled the Cultivation Method, they would inevitably be slain instantly.

And the strongest here…

Jiang Ding's eyes turned to the Flame Stone Great Emperor.

"This…"

Jiang Ding's body shook.

Before him, what was depicted was not a humanoid creature, but clearly an endless expanse of the ocean of flames!

The fine Blood Gold Networks were scattered within the ocean of flames, seemingly full of weaknesses and vulnerabilities, and yet also none, except for the occasional flash of a thick, dragon-like Blood Gold Line deep within.

"Kill!"

Jiang Ding could no longer care about anything else.

Consumed by immense fear and frenzied killing intent, he burned his Essence Blood, Mana, flesh, and everything he had, pouring all into the Flying Sword, having forgotten everything else.

Clang!

He drew his sword, striking down!

Boom!

At the same time, the Great Sun Unmanned Group Army Fleet activated a self-destructive sequence, the ship cannons roared, firing beams of Great Sun light rays far surpassing anything before, and the combined radiance of countless cannons converged upon the Taiqing Flying Sword, forming a dazzling and endless solar flare.

"Flame Stone Your Majesty!"

Jiang Ding roared wildly.

"This sword,"

"is the protoform of the 'Destroying Golden Sword' to the power of sixteen!"

Boom!

A radiantly infinite sword-light of the Great Sun Flare streaked across the endless blood gold patterns in the sky and, taking the most efficient path a sword can take through the cosmos, hurled down towards the boundless sea of flames before it.

Even if this sea of flames was vastly expansive and profoundly deep, it struck with no more concern than a mayfly shaking a tree, simply slashing down with the sword!

Swoosh!

The speed of this sword-light reached an extreme, breaking through the constraints of space and even seemingly touching upon the power of time, severing cause and effect, and aiming straight at the Flame Core on the left shoulder of the Flame Stone Great Emperor, the heart of his fiery body.

"Oh?"

The Flame Stone Great Emperor's expression shifted slightly.

His Flame Core was the heart of his Body Refinement, something not even advanced Great Emperors could easily find—how had this ant discerned it with a glance?

However, he did not care much.

The Flame Stone Great Emperor stretched out two fingers, forged from the divine flames of heaven and earth, as leisurely as an eighty-year-old man, reaching slowly forward to pinch.

Clang!

Though space was empty and held nothing, when the Flame Stone Great Emperor's two fingers pinched together, suddenly a burst of bright Mars blossomed, accompanied by a sharp clang of blades and spears, with a large explosion of Mars.

Boom!

A terrifying explosion occurred between the two fingers, a release of the power of the Great Sun Flare!

With the madly burning Essence Blood of a Sub-Emperor, the power of the Great Sun Flare was far beyond what it was when facing the Flame Sub-Emperor in battle. This force could instantly destroy the Flame Order Power of the Flame Sub-Emperor in a moment, easily bringing about destruction without the need for attrition.

However, the dust and smoke cleared instantly, without raising any aftermath.

That terrible Great Sun Flare just blossomed, then extinguished in an instant, as if snuffing out a match with ease, hardly exerting any strength.

"This power, resembling the Power of Order..."

The Flame Stone Great Emperor revealed a sneer of contempt, followed by a start.

Clang!

In the instant his fingers were about to close, the Blue-Gold Flying Sword suddenly burst forth with a hazy, surpassing the spatial, nearly reaching temporal power, piercing through the gap of his fingers and then gliding past his cheek.

The Flame Stone Great Emperor felt a slight chill on his cheek, and then it disappeared.

It was the Blue-Gold Flying Sword, carrying the Great Sun Flare, grazing his cheek, causing a wound finer than a strand of hair, and then powerlessly falling to the ground.

The wound healed in a blink, so insignificant that if one didn't pay close attention, one might fail to notice an injury had occurred.

Yet, the defense had indeed been breached, leaving a wound.

Even if this wound was smaller than a mosquito bite and healed in an instant.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha... oh oh oh oh..."

Jiang Ding's face showed ecstatic joy, cheering and hopping excitedly on the spot, jumping back and forth, waving his arms and legs, overwhelmed with excitement: "Flame Stone! What a loser!"

"To think that Your Majesty has been wounded by me, and you call yourself the 'Refinement Void Great Emperor'?"

"What a disgrace!"

"Ha ha ha..."

He laughed mockingly.

The face of the Flame Stone Great Emperor turned as dark as water, and with a flick of his finger.

Bang!

With a booming sound, the rejoicing and leaping Blood-robed Taoist in front of him suddenly exploded into flesh and bone, his skeleton shattered and scattered in all directions, instantly becoming a lump of rotten meat, leaving only an intact head falling among the bloody mud, a life force fading to the extreme.

This was a strike from the Great Emperor, an attack filled with his wrath.

"Ha ha ha... huh."

Jiang Ding's laughter came to an abrupt halt.

At that moment, his disguise was completely dissolved, the Blood Robe disappeared, the strange and beautiful face gone, transformed into a delicate sixteen-year-old boy, with Mana of the All-transforming Magnetic Primordial Power coursing through his veins, a magical aura utterly different from the Mana of the Blood River King's 'Blood God Scripture.'

More importantly, his body carried a strange aura not from the Horned Ming Realm!

"Foreign lands?"

"Human Race's Sect from a foreign land?!!!"

The Flame Stone Great Emperor was shocked to the core.

In that moment, an afterthought and the instinct of his Divine Soul finally sounded an alarm, all of his goosebumps rose, his entire soul trembled wildly, issuing the strongest warning of his life.

"Drink! Ah..."

The Flame Stone Great Emperor went mad in an instant.

He burned all his Essence Blood in an instant, even starting to consume the seeds of the Flame Rules, destroying his own Imperial Arms in self-immolation.

He did not give a single glance to the Yanliu Imperial Child, bursting out with all his might, burning everything in a frenzy, fleeing towards the direction of the Cangyan Holy Land with the fastest speed in his life.

"... Sigh..."

"... Fellow Daoist..."

"... It's already too late..."

In the same instant, accompanied by a sigh, or perhaps many sighs, nine forces as vast as the Star River and far surpassing a Great Emperor enveloped the starry space.

Under these nine forces, the Flame Stone Great Emperor, having burned everything and fleeing in madness, was instantly immobilized, unable to move an inch no matter what he tried.

Like amber, his body solidified in the void.