Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1238 - 1206: A Lone Battle Against Nine Million Troops

The Great Sun's radiance,

descended upon the millions of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's army.

This was the elite and well-disciplined army of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, with hundreds of kings, dozens of princes, and nine sons of ancient emperors forming a terrifying formation. A random strike from them could easily annihilate all beings beneath the rank of a great emperor and destroy all cultivators below the Refining Nothingness stage in a domain.

In the distant past, the princes and ancient imperial sons of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan ruthlessly slaughtered the entire Skull Blood Vine Demon Clan below the imperial rank, cementing crucial merits for their clan to acquire the Realm Dominator Authority.

At this time, the Human Race army, along with all the princes, retreated, fleeing far away in desperation while a green-clothed youth appeared in the sky.

He was just a solitary figure, neither tall nor impressive in height—merely the average stature of a human youth, far from matching the towering and robust build of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan members who were several meters tall.

However, when he stood here, his figure was boundlessly imposing, the one and only between heaven and earth.

The terrifying pressure erupted, collapsing the void, breaking the order, causing the millions in the Army Formation to stagnate their breath, their momentum retracted, condensing into one, not daring to disperse any further, feeling a natural enemy.

The ancient prince Ming Tian of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan and dozens of princes stared intently at the green-clothed youth, not daring to step over him to chase after the Human Race army.

Among them, Ancient Prince Cangyan's pupils contracted as if he remembered something.

"Hello."

"Cangyan, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled warmly, not appearing as crazed as some said, but rather sober and rational: "How many years ago was it? Twelve hundred or thirteen hundred years ago? You, a mere prince of a barbarian race, dared to pursue my incarnation."

"Sigh!"

"What a shame, to be hunted by such vermin; perhaps, it might be brought up again after hundreds of years, to mock me."

He sighed.

"Blood, River, King!"

Ancient Prince Cangyan roared out each word deliberately.

"Blood River King!"

The complexion of Cangkong Imperial Child amongst the dozens of princes went deathly pale.

In the past, he had actually encountered a Human Race ancient prince from an alien race, and what kind of life-and-death situations had he gone through unaware? How lucky to have survived!

"Indeed, you have good memories."

Jiang Ding commented appreciatively.

He ceased the reminiscence and emotional exchange, looking towards the strongest among the princes, Netherworld Ancient Prince, the direct descendant of the Harmonization Stage with the Power of Order.

Jiang Ding stared at him for a moment, expressing with difficulty, "You are very poor, extremely poor, only slightly better by relying on the peak of the God-Transformation Phase."

"What a tough life I have, born in the wrong era."

"With enemies like you all the time, how can there be talk of the Immortal Ascension Path?"

"Spending all my time with vermin like you, my blade would dull, losing its sharpness!"

Jiang Ding's face showed a woeful expression as he heaved a long sigh.

"Oh?"

The Netherworld Ancient Prince's eyes flashed viciously but then he suppressed it, asking coldly, "I have yet to ask for your esteemed name?"

"That, I can tell you."

"As poor as you are, you are still a being who has comprehended the order at the Nascent Soul Stage, although barely at the peak of God-Transformation."

Jiang Ding said listlessly, "My name is Jiang Ding, you can call me Jiang Dingzi, although I don't like this title, but that's how they address me."

He cherished such moments and was reluctant to draw his sword at the start.

Because resources are not renewable, the heads of the Heavenly Pride severed, Divine Souls destroyed, cannot grow back again.

"Jiang Dingzi, do you want to kill those nine Human Race emperors?"

Netherworld Ancient Prince suppressed the increasingly turbulent murderous rage in his heart, asking patiently.

According to the Imperial Clan's records, the Human Race is a race extremely fond of internal strife, with hatreds and conflicts among themselves far exceeding those they have with alien races.

He had thought that was just an exaggeration by his predecessors, just like those records that extol their clan's martial skills and belittle the Skeleton Blood Vine demons.

This is normal.

However, when he truly saw a Human Race strongman, Netherworld Ancient Prince realized that the predecessors' records not only weren't an exaggeration, but they were too conservative.

The term 'extremely fond of internal strife' simply cannot describe the insanity of the Human Race!

"Yes."

"But they don't wish to die."

Jiang Ding said helplessly.

"I can offer assistance."

Netherworld Ancient Prince patiently said, "First, let's kill those nine, and then you and I will have a duel to the death, and let destiny take its course."

He felt that this proposal was quite clever.

First, he would satisfy his opponent's thirst for slaughter, weaken them, and then further encircle and kill them alone. Even with such a great advantage, he would still be steady and composed, possessing the demeanor of a great general.

An Tuzi, Ji Liuyue, and others hid behind Gu Lin True Lord, watching the battlefield from a distance. Upon hearing these words, they immediately showed an expression of looking forward to the show.

The smile on Jiang Ding's face disappeared, his gaze turning a deep red.

"What's wrong?"

The Netherworld Ancient Prince showed a puzzled expression, not understanding the reason.

Why did this human race ancient prince look as if he had encountered an enemy who had robbed his entire family's gold and silver treasures?

Clang~

"Sigh..."

"Forget it, I'm very generous. Even if others want to rob me, I will still forgive them."

Jiang Ding rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and slowly drew out the blade with a blue-gold color, sighing slightly: "Ming Tian, please let your brilliance shine, the glory of your race's military formation. Do not let your precious life be lost in vain, like mud; that would disappoint me."

Sword Cultivators do not need the lives of their enemies.

What they require is for the enemies to unleash Magic, martial skills, and techniques between life and death, and the sublimation in that critical moment. Life is secondary, not too important, though it must inevitably end with the enemy's life as the conclusion.

Clang!

The sword was drawn.

A Blue Gold Great Sun rose like the morning sun, bursting forth between heaven and earth!

This great sun's radiance was brilliant, emanating six circles of light rings that spread outwards, representing Destruction Order, Forbidden Law Order, Elimination Method Order, Mutant Order, Primordial Magnetism Order, and Sword Dao Order. The six circles of order light spread outwards, filling the heavens and earth.

Within them, orders overlap, recombine, intertwine, displaying an unrivaled intricate structure like the gears of industrial machinery, possessing the aesthetic beauty of human industrial civilization.

In front of these exquisite six circles of order, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's use of Power Order seemed as crude and barbaric as a prehistoric civilization's carved stone spear.

Boom!

The newly born Great Sun of Order descended from the sky.

"Come on, take a look at this one."

Jiang Ding gave a slight smile as he slashed down with his sword.

This was one of the results he had arrived at after contemplating the Power of Order for several years.

Not any complex Swordsmanship, just a more efficient use of power, essentially no different from Basic Sword Skills.

The Great Sun of Order was falling!

The terrifying weight of order enveloped the heavens and the earth; within ten thousand li, all Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi was prohibited, all Primordial Magnetism was prohibited, all Great Sun's light was prohibited, casting the world into darkness, leaving only that dreadful blazing sun.

Under that terrible pressure, the armies of millions of Horned Demon Imperial Clan dimmed and became lightless.

"This..."

The Netherworld Ancient Prince felt his heart shake in terror.

Dozens of Emperor's children's bodies trembled!

They finally understood where the incessant instinct of warning from their bodies originated.

This was the existence of a foreign prodigy of the human race that surpassed the Imperial Clan's ancient princes!

In that instant, the Netherworld Ancient Prince clearly knew that despite possessing the Power Order, and being known as an Ancient Prince, there was absolutely no chance for him to face this sword strike alone. Death was certain, and he would perish instantaneously with no other possibility.

"Kill!"

"Just the slaves of the Human Race!"

The Netherworld Ancient Prince's face contorted with rage, his murderous intent boiling over.

He let out a ferocious roar, and around him, millions of elite soldiers from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan formed a massive Army Formation that covered tens of thousands of kilometers. An infinite number of mysterious and chaotic Military Formation Runes bloomed, pooling together countless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi into his body, shaping a terrifying Star River Demon Giant.

This Star River Demon Giant stood amidst the endless mists of the Army Formation like standing in the center of a hazy world, with countless powers of Power Order converging towards him, all focusing on a Heavenly Giant Axe that he held, which carried the wisdom of a lifetime of axe techniques. Equivalent to the peak skills of the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao, the Immortal Realm, he hurled it towards the orderly sun in the sky.

An axe that gathered countless powers of Primordial Magnetism Force;

A splendid sun encircled by six circles of order light rings.

The two clashed under the gaze of countless eyes.

Boom!

Boom!

Like a star exploding, dazzling light bursts forth, tens of thousands of kilometers space suddenly expanded into a sphere, and then shattered into the void, revealing a pitch-black void with Heavenly Dao Rules Net dimly visible.

At the center,

A Blue-Gold Flying Sword and a Heavenly Giant Axe as large as a divine peak fiercely clashed, the residual energy tearing layers of order, spanning tens of thousands of kilometers of the void.