Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 729 - 710: Slaying a Mid-stage Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator

"Magic cultivation?"

"You took the path that combines magic cultivation and sword cultivation, thinking you're clever by drawing on the strengths of both, invincible in the world?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ding chuckled lightly.

With the aid of two Nascent Treasures, the Pigeon Wing Flying Sword could finally hold its own against the Taiqing Flying Sword.

If his swordsmanship fell short, he would simply pile on more power, and even more power, until the gap brought about by swordsmanship was filled and surpassed!

"Naturally."

"This old ancestor is a rare talent that emerges once in ten thousand years."

True Master Yin Jiu's expression remained calm, his Dao Heart firm and unshaken by the other's words: "After I kill you, I will refine another treasure from your Divine Soul and bones. Once my cultivation base advances further, I will leave Liudao Sect and establish a force called the Poison Sword Sect."

"In time, the Poison Sword Sect may very well surpass the Great Sun Sword Sect and be renowned for eternity."

He spoke these words coldly, without any hesitation. To him, slaughtering countless beings and betraying everything was as trivial as a breeze brushing against his face; he cared for nothing.

"Not bad, not bad at all."

"That's how a swordsman should be, with Sword Intent supreme and will as sovereign."

Jiang Ding did not mock any further but nodded in apparent approval: "Where Sword Intent goes, heaven, earth, all beings, all things, and even time itself can become the sword. What are a few treasures compared to that?"

True Master Yin Jiu was startled.

For a moment, he felt understood, almost moved to tears.

How many years had it been?

Every time he discussed his ideas and path with friends and peers, he argued that a sword cultivator does not necessarily have to follow one single path to the dark in terms of Sword Intent and swordsmanship.

If one path becomes impassable, why not switch to another, or add a new one?

Unfortunately,

No one agreed with him, not even the fiends of Liudao Sect.

They were biased, believing that sword cultivation should be as they envisioned it, and they refused to accept any changes.

"I will leave your body intact," True Master Yin Jiu said, his gaze softening as he spoke.

"Hahaha..."

"What admirable ambition."

Jiang Ding laughed heartily: "Then let me see if you truly have the will of the Sword Dao that matches your own path of Sword Dao.

Or is it just a matter of running away from the hardships and tempering on the path of Sword Dao, of concocting a set of theories to deceive yourself until even you believe them?"

"Come, let's see!"

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword sang lightly as the Sword Intent of Destruction spread in all directions, soaring into the starry heavens, connecting with the starlight above and the dazzling sunlight of the Great Sun.

Darkness fell from all around.

Within dozens of kilometers, the boundless Great Sun light converged here, gathering towards the Bluegold Flying Sword, swallowing massive amounts of sunlight.

The surrounding Dove Poison Sword Domain instantly vanished into a wisp of smoke under the scorching light, collapsing into nothingness.

The six ancient Poisonous Pigeons, bolstered by the power of the two medium-grade Nascent Treasures, a shield and a Long Banner, shrieked and could not withstand such high temperatures, retreating in frenzy.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? What Flying Sword?"

True Master Yin Jiu's face changed dramatically as he retreated repeatedly, his Life Flying Sword sending him terrifying thoughts of encountering a mortal enemy.

But retreat, how could it be easy?

No matter where he fled, no matter his location, the Great Sun's rays shone on his body and his Divine Soul, making any attempt to hide futile.

The Great Sun?

Such a Great Sun?!

Within his heart, a barely conceivable possibility surfaced, too absurd to break through the shackles of reason and take firm hold in his mind.

"This is my swordsmanship."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly: "Hastily created, due to shallow wisdom and limited talent, often broken by others and labelled as hideous, not fit for the elegant hall. I felt quite disheartened."

That was the truth.

It was the case with Yu Qianzi, and with the Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch, every time more miserable than the last.

"Because of this,"

"I've made some progress. I would like for you, fellow Daoist, to give me some pointers. Its name is,"

Jiang Ding seemed to say with anticipation.

"Sword One."

Boom!

After swallowing endless sunlight, a Great Sun appeared in the void, its supremely hot Sword-light shining in all directions, immeasurable and covering the entire field of vision, eclipsing the whole sky.

Under the brilliance of the Great Sun Sword Dao,

Dozens of kilometers were instantly turned into a fiery realm; vegetation became charred, streams dried up, and animals fell dead.

The entire expanse of the Dove Poison Sword Domain let out a mournful cry and completely collapsed, losing the Nascent Soul Monk's control over the Spiritual Energy within the domain.

Instantly, his strength dropped drastically.

This was progress after being abused for so long!

It was also what was gained after nearly being killed by the Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch.

The Sword Intent of Destruction began to fuse with Sword One, and the radiance of the Great Sun started to manifest the effects of destruction and forbidden methods, with the power to annihilate an Immortal of Nascent Soul's domain and sever the extra arm gained after ascension to Nascent Soul in a single breath.

"Sword One…"

True Master Yin Jiu felt boundless panic rising within his heart.

In that instant, his Sword Domain completely collapsed, and he seemed to revert to his Golden Pill days—frail and powerless, no longer capable of controlling the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within tens of kilometers in a mere thought, left to be slaughtered by higher-level cultivators.

All around, it was blistering heat. Intent of destruction and elimination filled every corner, impossible to evade, leaving no choice but for his mana and Divine Sense to be rapidly eroded.

"Fall."

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

Boom!

The entire heavens and earth suddenly brightened, like the eruption of a supernova, infinite and boundless light filled the space in between, and sight, Divine Sense both became futile, with blinding radiance everywhere.

The Great Sun, fell from the sky!

A world-ending disaster descended, judging all Sword Cultivators who defied the will of the Great Sun!

Destroying all discordant noise that shouldn't exist!

"Great Sun!"

"This is the Great Sun!"

True Master Yin Jiu was surrounded by a life and death crisis so severe that his heart felt ice-cold, his body trembled, his Divine Soul quaked, rationality shattered, and a thought that had always lurked in the bottom of his heart finally surfaced, he cried out:

"Swordsman!"

"Great Sun Swordsman!"

"No! Impossible! How could this world give birth to the Great Sun Swordsman! He personally said it, this world will never give birth to the Great Sun Swordsman!"

"Swordsman, spare my life, I was wrong…"

True Master Yin Jiu trembled with fear, incessantly begging for mercy, lacking any decisiveness brought on by millennia of killing, rationality collapsing, even worse than an ordinary swordsman.

Great Sun Swordsman!

This was the deity of countless Great Sun Sword Cultivators, imprinted in their minds like a stamp of steel.

No response.

The destructive Great Sun crashed down with a roar!

Without any pause, the terrifying will locked onto the Divine Soul, leaving no escape.

Under the resplendent sun, the young man in green, with a calm expression, watched indifferently, as if the death of all things in the world could not shake him in the slightest.

"Kill!"

"How is the Great Sun Swordsman any different? He still vanished at the hands of the ancestors!"

Upon meeting the gaze of the young man in green, True Master Yin Jiu shivered and, recovering from the instinctual terror of the Great Sun Sword Cultivators, roared.

Great Sun Swordsman!

This was the one who could slaughter the entire sect even if it turned against him, pure and ultimate, how could he harbor the slightest mercy?

"Burn!"

True Master Yin Jiu roared furiously, like facing a superior cultivator, spontaneously igniting all the Essence Blood in his body. The poison fire rose, turning into billowing smoke pouring into the Pigeon Wing Sword, the Nascent Treasure of shields and Long Banners, betting on a life and death struggle in a hopeless situation.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Fuelled by the Essence Blood of a mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, the Pigeon Wing Sword's poisonous green light greatly intensified. The momentum of the six Flying Swords forming the ancient Poisonous Pigeon doubled in an instant, its scales, feathers, pupils, and claws were manifested in vivid detail.

As if an ancient poison creature had revived, a wild and brutal aura spread around, forcibly extinguishing a swath of Great Sun light, and regenerating a small patch of the Dove Poison Sword Domain.

Screech!

"Kill!"

"If I kill the Great Sun Swordsman, I will be the new Great Sun Swordsman!"

True Master Yin Jiu bellowed, merging with the ancient Poisonous Pigeon, completely surrendering his physical body to be devoured, turning into poisonous fire capable of melting space on the crown of the ancient Poisonous Pigeon, charging towards the sky's Great Sun with a violent intent to fight from death to life.

The destructive Great Sun arrived!

Boom!

The instant the ancient Poisonous Pigeon and the destructive Great Sun touched, a terrifying explosion occurred, space was torn apart time and time again, melting away, revealing the profound Outer Realm void within.

The cold draft from beyond the domain swept over, capable of freezing billions of living beings, and under the destructive Great Sun, it shattered to nothing, with space taking a long time to heal.

A moment later, everything disappeared like smoke and clouds.

The Taiqing Flying Sword's light remained unchanged.

The ancient Poisonous Pigeon's body crumbled to ash, not a speck of Spiritual Light remained, the Nascent Soul Cultivator's Life Flying Sword, the Pigeon Wing Sword, had cracks appearing on its surface, breaking with a snap, the fragments ashen, deprived of all spirituality, more brittle and fragile than ordinary iron.

The Mid-grade Nascent Treasure, daring to block directly, must also die!

"Yin Jiu, are you dead?"

Jiang Ding mused to himself, looking towards the Pigeon Wing Sword.

Crack!

The entire Pigeon Wing Sword shattered completely, and amid the countless fragments, only a piece the size of a thumb retained a trace of Spiritual Light, where a palm-sized Nascent Soul showed colors of horror and trepidation, its fighting spirit gone.

He didn't dare utter a harsh word and instantly vanished using his superior spatial affinity.

"You can't escape…"

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword let out a light ring, also disappearing into space, possessing a spatial affinity more terrifying than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator.

This was a sword meant to slay Nascent Souls!