Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 908 - 879: The Undying Body Refinement

The Shadow Demon Daoist humbly prostrated himself before the Ming Tian Emperor.

It wasn't just his tone, he even exchanged his prestigious and awe-inspiring black robe for a worn but clean hemp garment common to a mortal world's servant, his hands calloused, his face bearing the dark reddish hue of one exposed to the elements year-round, devoid of the aloofness and sharp angles typical of a Taoist disciple.

From the outside, anyone coming here would subconsciously think him a capable servant from some mortal world's tavern.

Such a servant, lowly and respectful, coupled with an admiring and eager request for guidance from a person of high status, would not make anyone feel that their dignity was being challenged, inciting rage.

'Shadow Demon Abyss, adept at assassination and concealment… indeed true.'

Jiang Ding also secretly praised in his heart.

"Ah Kaiduan…"

The Ming Tian Emperor still wore a puzzled expression, as if he still understood nothing, seemingly not comprehending.

This performance was reassuring to the onlookers.

"Supreme Emperor, please enlighten me."

The Shadow Demon Daoist bowed in reverence once more and vanished into the void along with the shadowy Sword Puppet behind him, as the invisible shadow world's domain spread around him, turning the surrounding hundred miles instantly cold as a prison.

"Hmph!"

"Wretched slave, you are courting death!"

The Ming Tian Emperor's face lost its confusion and, speaking in the ancient immortal language, coldly said.

"Roar!"

No longer feigning ignorance, he roared loudly, shaking the sky, rustling ominously.

Originally, he had the appearance of a half-human, half-beast with horns on his head, a face both stern and martial, clad in a pitch-black scale armor, and he could even present a certain majestic regality suggestive of noble lineage.

But now, as he roared, his body swelled up like a balloon, turning into a hundred-zhang tall black giant in a flash, horns on his forehead like sharp swords piercing the skies, his mouth filled with grim, sharp teeth dripping with black ooze, radiating energy as hot as a furnace.

Around this black-armored giant, within a ten-zhang radius, hovered a pitch-black chaotic space, exuding a powerful menacing aura.

"Slave, die!"

The Ming Tian Emperor roared, his voice cruel and violent like a primitive wild beast.

His eyes blood-red, with strong beastly instincts, a mere glance shattered dozens of kilometers of space, whipped the ten-zhang space into roaring motion, unleashing a powerful force condensed in his fist, and he punched towards a certain void spot.

Boom!

A large expanse of space shattered!

In its midst, the Shadow Demon Daoist and a pitch-black puppet emerged, with the puppet's sword piercing straight towards the fist of the Ming Tian Emperor, sending sparks flying and emitting a piercing sound that tore through the space.

Fear showed in the Shadow Demon Daoist's eyes, unable to comprehend how the other had spotted him so quickly.

As a terrifying spatial power surged forth, his body could not withstand it, and he screamed in agony, dissolving into a cloud of blood mist, turned to fine powder along with the puppet.

"Hahaha!"

"I thought there might be something formidable, yet it proved to be so easily crushed!"

The Ming Tian Emperor laughed uproariously to the sky.

He relaxed, his domineering aura spread in all directions, his cold eyes sweeping across the Nine Great Daoists, and he said coldly, "Which pathetic slaves are you, and from where do you hail? If you submit now and reveal the location of your domains, I, the Emperor, might promise to make you my servants."

In his eyes, humans seemed that fragile; capable of withstanding a single punch would already be considered extraordinarily strong, nothing unexpected could happen.

The Ming Tian Emperor's cold and majestic gaze settled on the nine before him, curious to see how they would react.

Rebels would be crushed.

The lowly would be subdued.

This was the wisdom inherited across generations: that humans, this race, were this despicable and inherently slaves, requiring hardly any effort to dominate.

As he looked over, the Ming Tian Emperor was taken aback.

The nine slaves had faces displaying confusion, joy, desire, and fervor as they stared at him, their gazes complex and far from the fear or distress he had expected, as if looking at…

A treasure.

"You ignorant slaves,"

The Ming Tian Emperor felt uncomfortable and impatient, speaking coldly: "I will tear out your divine souls and place them on the sacrificial altar, and then, all secrets will be revealed…"

Clang!

The sound of a sword's cry.

But it was not the sound of brightness and heat, rather a cold and sinister one, once again emerging from the void, silently piercing the nape of the hundred-zhang giant.

The ten-zhang Chaotic Space of pitch-black darkness impeded slightly, but it was still deeply pierced by a pitch-black sword blade, causing the fearsome Ancient Nether Poison to erupt, stirring the brain matter within.

"Ah!"

The cries of Ming Tian's Emperor were filled with agony, as his dignity and indifference vanished.

Bang!

Before he could react, his head burst into a mist of blood.

Within the blood mist, the Shadow Demon Daoist revealed his form, with a pitch-black Puppet following behind him; he paused, "So weak?"

"Human slave!"

"You're seeking death!"

Beneath the shattered skull, the gigantic body of the Ming Tian Emperor was unexpectedly still alive, as a furious voice transmitted from it; the flesh on his neck writhed, and in the blink of an eye, he had regenerated, an appalling sight to behold.

Undying—undying!

This was not merely the boast of many Body Refining Practitioners, but under the attack of the Shadow Demon Daoist, and even with the Domain's most deadly Ancient Nether Poison, he still maintained his undying state!

This power of Body Refinement was terrifying without end.

"Die!"

"This Emperor's son vows to slaughter your race to extinction, an unforgivable sin!"

The Ming Tian Emperor was furiously enraged.

From the void, he summoned a pitch-black Big Halberd, and the ten-zhang Chaotic Space around him roared into action, unleashing a powerful force that once again shattered the Shadow Demon Daoist.

Countless shadowy Sword Qi assassinations from outside fell into the ten-zhang Chaotic Space, all were engulfed without a trace, a perfect union of offense and defense.

The two engaged in fierce combat within the void.

Vast expanses of Space shattered layer by layer.

Facing direct confrontation, the Shadow Demon Daoist was no match, but his Escape Techniques were unparalleled. At times he would strike unexpectedly, using Concealment to suddenly assassinate, managing to sever the neck or arm of the Ming Tian Emperor.

If it were a human Cultivator facing him, ten would have died.

But the Ming Tian Emperor was unharmed, outrageously ferocious, facing the Shadow Demon Daoist's cold, pitch-black Sword Qi head-on, chasing him everywhere, breaking apart one shadow after another, yet incapable of delivering a killing blow.

The two fought intensely, neither gaining the upper hand.

On the other side.

"He has the combat power of a Daoist."

The Heavenly Calculator Daoist divined for a moment and said, "His attack and Escape Techniques are not particularly impressive, weaker than a Daoist's, at least weaker than the Shadow Demon Daoist's, but his Body Refinement is too terrifying, worthy of being called undying. Even with his head and heart shattered, there is seemingly no effect. This exceeds our imagination."

"Our own Body Refinement is far inferior to his."

The surrounding Daoists fell into contemplation.

"That ten-zhang space is quite remarkable, should be akin to our Domain World's virtual shadow, this has to be from a Refinement Void Level power."

An Tuzi added.

"Human slave, there may also exist human Cultivators within their Domain…"

The many Daoists added their observations to the discussion, quickly piecing together various pieces of information.

"Is Body Refinement truly undying? If so, it would be too troublesome..."

Finally, everyone's gaze turned towards the youth in green not far away.

"This is not a big problem."

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment and said, "His Divine Soul is the breakthrough point, I believe he can be slain."

"Did you notice that the Magic Intention of the Shadow Demon Daoist can cause him harm, it's just that the recovery is slow, and not as instantaneous as his physical body. Bear in mind, the Shadow Demon is merely at the Peak of Foundation Building with his Magic Intention."

"True, I had similar observations."

The Heavenly Calculator Daoist agreed with this point.

Gradually, the breathing of the surrounding Daoists became rapid, their gazes lighting up bit by bit.

If indeed it were a Sovereign Level power, possessing beings Above Void Refinement.

Their Emperor's son and Daoists shouldn't be like this.

Perhaps there really were beings Above Void Refinement, but now they could take a chance. Considering this individual's tyrannical demeanor, he wasn't easy to get along with; the outcome couldn't get any worse.