Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1242 - 1210 Death of the Netherworld Ancient Prince from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan

In the starry sky, Ming Tian, empowered by the Power of the Great Strength Demon God, is engaged in a fierce battle with a Sword Dao Genius of the Human Race who surpasses even the Ancient Princes!

Commanding an army of nine million from the Imperial Clan, enveloped in countless Power Order Runes, Ming Tian advances like a colossal star, unstoppable, with nothing capable of standing in his path.

And that peerless Sword Dao Genius of the Human Race starts to falter under such terrifying force.

He no longer engages in frontal assaults, but chooses to temporarily evade and outmaneuver, always avoiding the most potent attacks from the Galaxy Giant wielding the Heavenly Giant Axe, and instead seeks to strike at weaker points.

With the strength of the Great Strength Demon God powering him, Ming Tian, the Netherworld Ancient Prince, no longer has any weak spots when harnessing the Power of Power Order; in fact, it has become an advantage.

Ming Tian demonstrates an unparalleled mastery of Power Order, effortlessly wielding various exquisite techniques as though they were natural instincts acquired in the blink of an eye.

Yet even with all this, the Netherworld Ancient Prince, amidst the nine million-strong army, cannot completely overwhelm his opponent.

Because of that nearly Fifth Realm of Sword Dao Sword Technique!

With one strike, a still hazy Sword Dao World forms around the sword, lending the Flying Sword an unmatched sharpness, while all attacks landing on it are absorbed by the obscure Sword Dao World.

No matter how fearsome the opponent's strength, they can't shatter the illusory Sword Dao World.

In the blink of an eye, dozens, hundreds of exchanges have passed between them.

Boom!

Rumbling!

...

This region of the starry sky has erupted into chaos!

Time and again it has shattered, time and again it has overturned, with six different Powers of Order and the ubiquitous Power of Power Order repeatedly clashing and fighting, each shattering countless times, yet rising again with renewed strength for relentless battle, undying, unyielding.

Boom!

Jiang Ding is once again blown tens of miles back, the nebulous Sword Dao World surrounding his Flying Sword consuming a vast external force, slamming him fiercely into the void, his face pale, but not grievously injured.

Such is the situation.

The thousand-foot Demon God Giant keeps attacking, relentlessly engaging in combat.

The unparalleled Sword Dao Genius of the Human Race, more noble than even Ancient Princes, keeps retreating, defending against each onslaught of the Heavenly Giant Axe with the Flying Sword, this scenario repeating time and again.

Boom!

Finally, after the one thousand and seventy-sixth strike of the Heavenly Giant Axe, the thousand-foot Demon God Giant halts.

His eyes blood-red, utterly frenzied, his body steaming with vapor, his immense demonic physique boiling like magma.

He struggles to suppress his desire to breathe heavily, to cover something up.

"Haha!"

"Sir!"

"Such a clumsy concealment!!!"

Jiang Ding's retreating footsteps also come to a halt as he says with a light chuckle, "The power of the Army Formation is all it is. How long can you hold on, and how long can the nine million behind you endure?"

"However, Sir, you are not weak."

"It's just that, I am too strong..."

"...Hahaha..."

Jiang Ding's light laughter, in the blink of an eye, turns into a wild cackle!

Boom!

In the dazzling world of Primordial Magnet Order, a Great Sun emerges!

Unlike any before, this sun reveals a metallic cold brilliance for the first time, like molten Divine Gold of heaven and earth, faintly displaying a flowing pure golden hue.

The light it bursts forth transforms into strands of Great Sun radiance, similar to golden threads.

Golden Causality!

Unsurprisingly, Jiang Ding finds that after mastering the Power of Order, his insight into the clues of Immortal Techniques has dramatically accelerated; he has been diligently pondering this matter these days, striving as much as possible to fully integrate the Golden Causality, which he could only use sparingly with great effort in the past, into his own swordsmanship, turning it into his instinct.

Now, the fruition of his efforts is revealed.

In the heavens and earth, another sun is added!

It shines pure golden sunlight into the endless starry sky, into the nine million Army Formation, with billions of rays emanating, each a fine, invisible, straight Flying Sword, reflecting onto the faces of the nine million Cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, showing their terrified expressions.

"Prince..."

"Save..."

Innumerable kings, officers, and soldiers of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan cry out in terror.

Whoosh!

But that's light! Great Sun light!

As it illuminates, it arrives instantly, unmatched in speed, as they conjure thoughts of rescue in their Divine Souls, billions of pure golden rays have already penetrated the thick dark Army Formation Protective Shield.

The rays imbued with the power of Golden Causality possess unimaginable penetrating force; many of the Army Formation's defenses are utterly futile, unable to stop anything.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Brilliant rays, shining upon the faces of countless Cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

"Ah..."

In a moment, innumerable screams arise, almost merging into a single sound.

In the starry sky, a horrifying spectacle unfolds.

The billions of pure golden rays reflect upon the faces and bodies of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators, instantly causing hundreds of thousands, nearly a million, elite Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators to be riddled with tiny holes as blood spurts out, their bodies silently falling, descending, breaking away from their Army Formation.

With countless fallen Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators, all of their pupils are lifelessly still, devoid of any spark of life.

The fearsome radiance not only affects the body, obliterating all signs of life within but also targets the souls of the Cultivators, causing the Divine Souls to be pierced with holes, collapsing them in an instant, leading to death.

Witnessing this scene, countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators are overwhelmed with fear, the military's morale shaken to its core.

"Ah!"

"No!"

This time, an even more piercing and miserable scream came from the mouth of the Netherworld Ancient Prince.

The thousand-foot Demon God Giant roared in agony.

His thousand-foot stature, condensed by the power of nine million Imperial Clan Cultivator Army Formation, suffered an equally terrifying attack in the instant nearly a million Imperial Clan Cultivators died, tearing his Divine Soul apart.

"Do you know?"

"Netherworld, you're about to die."

Jiang Ding seemed quite casual, speaking indifferently, "You're a decent opponent, regardless of whether you're borrowing external forces... that doesn't matter, as long as you have the capability, that's good, I quite like it."

"Out of respect for you, I will grant you death swiftly."

He generously bestowed upon his opponent the final sword.

Boom!

The light of the Great Sun in the sky converged, and even the form of the Great Sun itself disappeared, condensed into a beam of dazzling, attention-grabbing sunlight, like threads of light, each stretched taut and straight, still flowing.

This, was the object manifested through the Taiqing Flying Sword, gathering endlessly, almost as a physical embodiment of Golden Causality!

Clang!

With a gentle humming of the sword, the sound of the Power of Order reverberated through the world.

This dazzling beam of light disappeared without a trace.

"Human slave!"

"Wretched human slave!"

The thousand-foot Demon God Giant that Netherworld transformed into suddenly awoke from his agonizing howls, his pupils clear, his Divine Soul shaking uncontrollably, perceiving an unmistakably clear crisis of death.

Hum!

In an instant, Netherworld burnt his Essence Blood, ready to fight for his life.

But that was far from enough!

Not nearly enough!

The cold premonition of death not only didn't slow down, but became even colder and more bone-chilling, nearly freezing his Divine Soul, instinctively revolting against the dreadful pressure, preventing any effective measures and just waiting for death.

"Kill!"

With a tragic laugh, Netherworld burned his Divine Soul!

Regardless of victory or defeat, he who burned his Divine Soul was doomed to die!

"You damn human slave!"

"I will not die! The Imperial Clan will not perish! The rule of the Imperial Clan will last forever!"

The thousand-foot Demon God Giant that Netherworld became roared, his body recovering from the icy freeze into magma-like blazing heat in such a decisive moment.

His body emitted blood-red flames, burning everything he had.

He lifted the Heavenly Giant Axe high, like Pangu opening the heavens, gathering all the Power of Power Order and striking towards that glimmer of light sensed on the verge of death.

"Great Strength True Martial Slash!"

Netherworld roared furiously.

His last bit of Divine Soul burnt out, his last flesh burnt out, turning into an immensely powerful thrust, all poured into this final strike.

In the last moments of his life, he understood something.

His foundational strength, whether in the application of Power Order or Divine Soul, or the power of mana and vitality, far surpassed that of the Human Race Ancient Prince, so why did it end this way?

It was because of the tremendous gap between his opponent's swordsmanship, sword moves, and his own axe techniques!

That terrifying sword move must have contained the dreadful wisdom above an Emperor's, turning decay into a miracle, completely overriding the mere difference in strength, turning miracluous victories into a common occurrence!

This gap, he didn't know the real name for it.

The gap was named, the accomplishment formed from the comprehension of fragments of Immortal Technique.

Netherworld just barely felt the core reason for his failure, the disparity in sword moves.

Therefore, in the last moment of his life, he threw all his power, his Divine Soul, his mana, his life experiences, everything he had, into this one move.

Great Strength True Martial Slash!

This was the most outstanding axe technique of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators throughout generations on the Power of Order, and in the last moments of his life, Netherworld burst forth with a spring of inspiration, elevating it significantly to an unprecedented realm.

Then, Netherworld burned all of himself, all of his life experiences, pouring everything into this one axe strike!

"Human slave! Die!"

"The Imperial Clan endures forever!"

After that axe strike, Netherworld's body turned to ash, his Divine Soul turned to ash, completely vanishing between heaven and earth.

But this axe he struck still existed, even born with spirituality, and with an unrelenting determination, it burst into the void with terrible might, achieving a resonance with the Power Order in that instant.

The moment the Heavenly Giant Axe burst into the void, a dazzling beam of gold light instantly pierced through.

This was the physical form of Golden Causality, condensed by the Divine Sword between heaven and earth, possessing penetrating sharpness and the slight accomplishment derived from Immortal Technique, crushing the stunning wisdom of millions of elites.

Clink!

Boom!

The moment the axe blade and that beam of gold light made contact, the Starry Sky collapsed, the Cosmic Star River lost its luster, the Endless Void was obliterated, leaving only a burst of dazzling gold light and a Heavenly Giant Axe being eroded by the gold light.

As they clashed, a ferocious battle ensued, with countless Runes and intense wills fighting and annihilating each other.

Who knows how long it lasted.

Clink!

Again, a crisp metallic sound.

All of the Golden Causality gold light shattered, the Taiqing Flying Sword whimpered, and flew backward.

Only a bowl-sized fragment of the Heavenly Giant Axe penetrated hundreds of miles of the void, flew past the cheek of the green-clothed youth, leaving a shallow blood mark.

This was the last trace Netherworld left in the world.

An Ancient Prince of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, a direct descendant of the Harmonization Stage powerhouse, a figure hopeful to ascend to Harmonization, the powerful figure known as the Netherworld Ancient Prince commanding nine million of his clan's army to surround and kill a self-proclaimed teenage boy of the Human Race only to meet his death.

Both body and Divine Soul perished!