Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1295: 1263: Mo Shan, Are You a Saint King?

Chapter 1295: Chapter 1263: Mo Shan, Are You a Saint King?

Boom!

A colossal hand formed of Sword Qi descended from the heavens, suppressing everything beneath it.

The Heavenly Monarch from the Xianmen Sect, evidently one who wielded a sword as his primary weapon, had chosen to forgo his blade and fight bare-handed—a gesture of utter disdain.

“Ha—ah!”

“Human ants…”

The Demon Mountain King roared in fury, burning his Essence Blood within an instant. Limitless Mana and strength surged through his meridians, causing his massive frame to swell again, nearly doubling in size.

He understood that only by demonstrating power could he earn the right to negotiate with the Xianmen Sect.

He had long come to terms with his situation, preparing extensively for this day, unwilling to pin all his hopes on the promises of the Shadow Demon Abyss emissaries.

“Kill!”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The Demon Mountain King, wielding an immense black axe, inhaled the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi amassed by the ancestral Formation Method. He drew upon the mana of countless clansmen and kings who formed the Army Formation, consuming the baleful aura in its entirety.

All the energy coalesced into a singular furnace, reaching a peak of refinement, and was poured into the giant axe. With unyielding force, he swung it toward the descending colossal hand above.

In the instant the axe cleaved forward, countless visions unfurled—a tapestry of time itself. Scenes of the Magic Rock Clan being born from mountain peaks, their struggle through hardship, their ascendance to rule the Minor Thousand World, their long hibernations, their patience-born endurance, their blood-soaked battles. It was as if their entire history of strife had condensed into that terrifying swing.

If the Magic Rock Clan had a future, the Demon Mountain King would undoubtedly be its Saint King.

This swing,

was the Holy Axe of the Magic Rock Clan’s path to sanctity!

And now, this axe, carrying the hopes of countless Magic Rock clansmen, imbued with the glory of victories won, wielding the will of all its people, struck out against the descending colossal hand from the heavens.

The moment the two forces clashed,

it felt as though heaven and earth stood still for a brief instant.

Crack!

A crisp, light sound—like the shattering of a fragile balloon.

This axe, embodying the collective will of the Magic Rock Clan, brimming with the youthful innocence of their burgeoning ascendance in the Domain, disintegrated upon contact with the heavenly hand. It fragmented into shards of Spiritual Light, while the massive obsidian axe forged from countless Fifth-Order Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures crumbled to dust.

It was all over in an instant—so simple, so effortless. The surrounding space didn’t even stir with the faintest ripple.

It was as if this axe, created through the devotion of tens of thousands of Magic Rock clansmen, was no more than the whimsy of a child at play—utterly powerless, unworthy even of splitting space or parting a gentle breeze.

“No!”

“No, no, no!”

“Supreme Honor! Spare me! It’s all my fault…”

In that instant, terror and a profound sense of regret filled the Demon Mountain King’s eyes as he realized the truth.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

At the moment of contact with the colossal hand, every member of the Magic Rock Clan’s army disintegrated—whether they were Nascent Soul Stage generals, Golden Core Stage captains, weak soldiers, or even those in the most elementary stages of cultivate Qi. None were spared. They all burst apart, their blood mist scattering, leaving the entire Demon Flame Emperor Palace awash in an ocean of gore.

The Magic Rock Clan’s countless young elites, the hope of their future, their noble scions who once sat atop the world with their servants in tow, exuding elegance and assurance—at that moment, they too exploded into blood mist, turning to ash and smoke, their Divine Souls obliterated.

Everything had been reduced to nothing, taking with it their façade of supremacy.

Was it over?

No, it wasn’t.

Boom!

The colossal hand, having breached the boundary walls from beyond the Starry Sky, descended further. It pressed deeply into the earth, vast and majestic. The palatial structures of the Demon Flame Emperor Palace, which had stood since the days of the Flame Stone Family and the Magic Rock Clan, fractured layer by layer until reduced to dust.

Every living being within, even the weakest of Magic Rock women, infants, and elders—whether they had fought or not—were all obliterated, utterly wiped out.

Just as the tens of thousands of Xianmen Sect ordinary citizens and cultivators had perished in the Demon Flame Emperor Palace so long ago.

“All dead…”

The cultivators summoned from the Nine Spirits Realm Minor Thousand World trembled as they gazed at the ancestral land of the once-mighty Magic Rock Clan within the Minor Stone World.

From the expanse of the Starry Sky, looking into the Minor Thousand World, one could see the deep palm imprint etched into the earth and mountains. Stretching thousands of kilometers, the imprint detail was meticulous, every ridge and groove of the hand clearly visible, flawless in its execution.

The entire Magic Rock Clan, who had dared to tread between factions in the Domain and slaughtered the Xianmen Sect’s citizens at the Demon Flame Emperor Palace—they were entirely annihilated!

No, there were three survivors.

The Demon Mountain King, the Demon Fire King, and the bound Demon Iron King—they remained unharmed.

Not so much as a single strand of their hair was harmed; no attacks touched them, highlighting an unparalleled level of mana control.

The three remaining Magic Rock Clan kings were left blank-minded, overcome with terror, immeasurable sorrow, and boundless regret.

Once more, the colossal hand reformed.

This hand scooped them up and began its ascent toward the Starry Sky beyond.

As it ascended, it split off a Sword-light that pierced toward the northeast of the Minor Thousand World. From the depths of the earth, it uprooted an injured Hua Shen-level powerhouse of the Tiger Clan and carried him upward as well. The hand ascended, passing through layers of cloud, the Gangwind Layer, and the Realm Thunder Layer.

“Xuanhu King…”

The Demon Mountain King fixed his gaze upon the revealed Tiger Clan Divinity Transformation figure.

That was his rival during the struggle for dominion over the Magical Stone Minor Realm—one he had believed to have slain, severing even his body in half. Yet, here he was again.

“Demon Mountain King!”

The Xuanhu King stared with hatred at the clan-destroying enemy before him.

Yet, neither king could afford to dwell on their enmity now. Together, they cast their terrified gazes beyond the Starry Sky, toward the rapidly approaching green-clothed youth.

For the first time, they understood what it meant to face a Domain Overlord!

One whose mercy was as bountiful as his slaughter was merciless.

Not just any Slave Clan was qualified to provoke such an entity. Those who dared would pay a terrible price.

In what seemed an instant, the four kings were pulled beyond the Starry Sky.

A green-clothed youth stood silently, gazing at them without a trace of killing intent.

Plop!

All four kings dropped to their knees in unison. Even the Magic Rock Clan kings, whose hearts were consumed by grief over the slaughter of tens of thousands of their people, knelt and kowtowed repeatedly. Their foreheads struck the space repeatedly, splitting open and bleeding profusely, but they dared not pause for even a moment.

The green-clothed youth looked on coldly.

The four alien kings continued prostrating, their movements ceaseless, their terror palpable.

No one knew how much time had passed.

“Kings,”

“Kings indeed…”

Jiang Ding spoke softly. “When you massacred the citizens of my Xianmen Sect, you weren’t like this.”

“At that time, as you listened to the cries and wails of the citizens, weren’t you brimming with pride, determined to dominate the Domain’s shifting tides? Wasn’t it meant to be your bargaining chip to gain favor with the Nine Great Immortal Sects, to amass power and rise, perhaps even to become a Domain Ruler like the Horned Demon Imperial Clan?”

“But why… why are you like this now?”

He extended a hand.

The Demon Mountain King, a Peak Divine Transformation Cultivator, flew uncontrollably into the air. His mountain-sized frame shrank and shrank until it was the size of a human. In Jiang Ding’s grasp, his neck emitted grinding noises as shards of stone fell from his body.

“Hmm?”

“The Magic Rock Clan’s Saint King, Fellow Daoist Mo Shan?”

Jiang Ding asked faintly.