Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 863 - 832: Refining Sword into Silk, One Sword Kills Three Infants

One of the Nine Great Maids, the Kan Yu Maid, Immortal Jinyu, now had a hole in the center of her forehead, and her aura dissipated without trace.

"...Reluctant..."

"I hate this!"

"I had a lifespan of one thousand two hundred years, I could have become the founder of a sect!"

Immortal Jinyu let out a tragic laugh.

Bang!

Her body collapsed into a mist of blood; her frail form couldn't withstand such a terrifying force and turned into dust, devoid of any signs of life.

Within the hazy blood mist, a fist-sized Nascent Soul flickered and vanished.

"Tushan!"

"Tushan!"

"You have destroyed my Law Body, this enmity must be avenged by this true Immortal, the Great Sun Dharma Sect won't let you go, they will arrive soon..."

In space, a voice filled with intense bitterness and resentment echoed, sending chills down the listener's spine.

Then it rapidly changed.

"Ah!"

"Spare me! My lord, I recognize my mistakes..."

The vengeful, angry curses suddenly turned into sharp, agonizing screams mixed with pleas for mercy, which ceased in an instant.

Whoosh!

A silver-white Flying Sword pierced through space.

About the blade, a fist-sized Nascent Soul was pierced right through the center of the forehead, its wound exactly the same as the one on the body, without any difference.

The blade trembled slightly, and the Sword Qi erupted.

An Immortal of Nascent Soul, who disdainfully termed Golden Pill Peak cultivators as mere ants, was thus obliterated, body and divine soul together.

This scene vividly imprinted itself in the eyes of all the remaining Maids.

"The Tianqing Rain Curtain... Not bad."

"Immortal Jinyu, you indeed possessed some talent."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, his eyes showing a hint of realization.

In the very instant he slew Immortal Jinyu, streams of Sword Intent of Rain and rain-related Swordsmanship techniques, along with various understandings, surged into his heart. They added a very novel aspect to his foundation in the Sword Dao, filling him with many new insights into his Great Sun Electromagnetic Sword Dao.

Therefore, he gave Immortal Jinyu a measure of respect.

"Run!"

"Run! He won't spare us!"

"No! Why, I have just ascended to the Nascent Soul, completed my Dao, and haven't had the chance to return home to avenge my grievances and exact my revenge!"

In that instant, boundless fear flooded into the hearts of the remaining three Great Maids, leaving them without any will to fight, and they turned and fled in desperate escape.

Together, the four people!

Four true Immortals, with the innate coordination of an Army Formation, even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't be fearful.

Yet they could not stand against the next sword strike!

This terrifying gap brought about despair.

Run!

To only run, to flee far away, to escape to the Great Sun Sword Sect, to the Righteous Demonic Alliance, to activate the teleportation Formation pre-arranged here, connecting with many teleportation Formations of the Nascent Soul Immortals of the Righteous Demonic Alliance families.

Then there was still a chance!

As long as a large number of Nascent Soul members from the Righteous Demonic Alliance arrive, they might not be unable to survive and slay Tushan!

The three Great Maids were in frenzy, Burning Essence Blood and Life Energy, each splitting off in three different directions, fleeing for their lives.

"Run?"

"That is unfeasible."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

"Since you sought to kill, to fight, to covet the inheritance of the Nascent Soul and above, scheming meticulously with all-consuming focus and far-reaching plans."

"Then you should not retreat before the battle has ended."

"This is not in keeping with the etiquette of a Sword Cultivator."

Clang!

The clear sound of Sword Qi ringing out.

The Sword Intent of Destruction spread in all directions, landing in the Divine Souls of the three frantically fleeing Maids. The will of Destruction and Law-Breaking caused their Divine Souls to stiffen slightly.

And then,

Ding!

Jiang Ding unsheathed his sword, delivering one strike.

The sword formed a curved arc, tracing a beautiful curve that connected three Nascent Soul Immortals.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to this beautiful silvery-white arc.

This didn't seem like a particularly powerful Flying Sword, just ordinary, merely tough and sharp, certainly not a famous sword.

But its Sword-light was fine as willow catkins, swaying in the breeze, bright and dazzling.

Extremely condensed Sword Qi.

Extremely focused will.

These two were deeply hidden within the fluff of the willow catkins.

It was not any Swordsmanship technique, just an ordinary slash.

However, at that instant, a thought occurred to everyone.

It would surely hit.

The sword was bound to strike its target.

The sword was destined to kill, to destroy the body, to annihilate the Divine Soul.

This premonition was so abrupt, yet so clear, imprinted into everyone's Divine Souls as if it were a fate preordained by the heavens, unchangeable.

This unknown sensation struck fear into people.

They didn't know that there was something missing in their inheritance; this was actually a realm of sword technique.

The Third Realm of the Sword Path, Refining Sword into Silk!

Far surpassing Sword Qi Thunder Sound, the Refining Sword into Silk!

Ultimate condensation of Sword Qi, supreme concentration of will, all gathered upon a single streak of Sword-light, reaching an extreme that manifested a supple facade.

The Taiyin Swordsman, Yu Qianzi, was not as well-endowed with Treasures as the Taoist disciples.

But she had comprehended Refining Sword into Silk.

This made Taoist disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects take her seriously, forced to regard her as an equal opponent, no longer a mere ant.

Hiss!

Hiss!

Hiss!

The Sword-light as fine as willow fluff vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye and then reappeared at the necks of the three maids desperately trying to escape, in another blink of an eye.

It was as if it had arrived at the same moment.

Space and time seemed to blur their boundaries at this instant.

The bodies of the three Nascent Soul Immortals stiffened.

The Autumn Maid, Xia Yuan, paused in midair.

The Domain of Autumn surrounding her spanned tens of kilometers, with fields of wheat, rice, and falling leaves, all scenes of autumn harvest vividly present, now also came to a halt as if the heavens had drained time from this autumn, putting it out of its cycle.

"I cannot accept this..."

The Autumn Maid, Xia Yuan, gave a piteous smile.

On her neck appeared a tiny cut, dividing it in two, a terrifying force contained within, causing her graceful figure to burst into a mist of blood.

A Nascent Soul the size of a fist attempted to flee, filled with terror and panic, but a similar fine cut appeared on its neck, like a bone-deep ulcer, as the intensely condensed Destruction Sword Will wiped out all its will to survive.

Bang!

The Nascent Soul burst into a puff of Spiritual Light.

The Autumn Maid, dead.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions like New Year's firecrackers went off in succession.

Elsewhere, the necks of the Winter Snow Maid and the Lightning Maid, who were madly fleeing by Burning Essence Blood and Life Energy, likewise bore a tiny line of blood. With a bang, their bodies turned to mist, and their Nascent Souls collapsed into Spiritual Light.

The Nascent Soul Immortals, who could normally merge into Space and were adept at escaping, always having a way out, seemed to have their usual logic completely vanish at that moment, without any effect.

"They're dead."

"No surprises there."

Jiang Ding gazed at the three clouds of blood mist in the distant sky, feeling somewhat disappointed.

In his heart suddenly surfaced some shallow insights about autumn, the Sword Path, winter, and lightning. They were not profound, merely superficial understandings of appearances, and could not delve deeper or augment his strength in any way.

The only thing commendable was that it enriched his foundation in Sword Dao, which might be of some use in the future development and creation of the Sword Path.

The Winter Snow Maid, the Lightning Maid, dead!

Under a single sword strike, three Nascent Soul Immortals, even their Nascent Souls hadn't managed to escape, instantly losing their lives!

At that moment.

All the Maids who had witnessed this bowed their heads deeply, feeling lucky to have survived, recalling past hesitations and wanderings, and couldn't help breaking out in cold sweats.