Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 909 - 880: The Fortune of the Nine Great Daoists and the Grest Sun Swordsman Joining Forces

The Shadow Demon Daoist and the Mingtian Emperor were locked in a fierce and inseparable fight.

One was a mass of ghostly shadows, vanishing and reappearing unpredictably, retreating immediately after each strike; the other was wildly dominating, indestructible as vajra, with each move shattering scores of kilometers of the void.

In a sudden burst of vigor, the Mingtian Emperor's single horn on his forehead shot out a dark, soul-destroying divine light, which even the Shadow Demon Daoist couldn't withstand, emitting a tragic cry as he utilized a very limited number of his life-saving shadow clones to die in his stead.

The Nine Great Daoists watched them coldly, not uttering a single word.

Hum!

The Obsidian Door trembled.

It opened again!

One by one, the Horned Demon Tribe members clad in armor stepped out, numbering three thousand, all emitting the aura of being at the Golden Pill Peak.

They looked indifferent, well-ordered, and even after ultra-long-distance spatial transmission, their formation remained impeccably intact.

Jiang Ding's pupils constricted, and his hairs stood on end.

A moment later, he relaxed.

These newcomers, their aura was nowhere near that of the Mingtian Emperor, roughly equivalent to core disciples of the Immortal Sects, and not so powerful. Their collective aura blended seamlessly, three thousand men as one.

These tall members of the Horned Demon Tribe all had a golden scale on their chests, which they displayed with utmost pride, emanating rays of pure golden light.

"Greetings, Emperor!"

Three thousand Horned Demon warriors, disregarding the humans observing them, knelt on one knee before the Mingtian Emperor, planted their halberds on the ground, and thunderously paid homage, following the primal rites ingrained in their bloodline.

The Horned Demon Warrior slightly raised his head, his face reflecting surprise.

Their Emperor was engaged in a hard fight with an inferior human servant, overturning many warriors' worldview and leading them to question whether they were under an illusion and not witnessing reality.

"Kill him for me!" roared the Mingtian Emperor.

"Yes!"

The three thousand Horned Demon warriors rose thunderously, the golden scales on their chests flickering as they formed the Mystical Golden Black Dust Great Formation, merging with the Mingtian Emperor's ten zhang Chaotic Space.

In an instant, the Chaotic Space expanded to a hundred zhang, spinning endlessly like another world, its oppressive might spreading in all directions.

"Worthless rural servant!"

"Bear witness to the supreme military technique of the Imperial Clan!"

The Mingtian Emperor shouted lowly.

He propped up the pitch-black halberd with both hands, the strength of three thousand Imperial Clan Guards all enhancing the halberd, the hundred zhang Chaotic Space circulating the power of worlds converging as one.

With various powers augmenting it, the void around the pitch-black halberd collapsed, forming a black hole that emanated terrifying attraction.

Under the spatial attraction of this strength, even the Shadow Demon Daoist's figure was revealed.

"Kill!"

The Mingtian Emperor bellowed as he slashed down with the halberd!

Boom!

Projected shadows interwove, spiritual light shattered, and the Shadow Demon Daoist's eighteen life-saving shadow clones wailed in succession, coughing up blood and dying, until only his main body was left retreating in desperation, its aura withering to the extreme.

"I am no match!"

"Their army formation is stronger than that of the Immortal Sects."

The Shadow Demon Daoist landed precisely in the center of the Nine Great Daoists, wiped the fresh blood from his mouth, and spoke quietly.

He showed no sign of fear.

After all, a puppet was just a puppet. If he had ascended to the Golden Pill Peak, at minimum he wouldn't have lost.

'Stronger than the Immortal Sects?'

The Heavenly Calculator Daoist and others pondered.

That meant it was weaker than the formations of the Eastern Devil School.

These Horned Demon Tribe members seemed proficient in their military formations, much stronger than the Immortal Sect Disciples, but compared with the Eastern Devil School, which was grounded in military formations as their base and core, their military formation was still lacking.

"Human servant!"

The Mingtian Emperor swept his great halberd and sneered, "The Imperial Clan has waged wars in all directions, and it may have occasionally faced defeat. However, the Imperial Clan's military techniques are unparalleled in the domain, sweeping across all, victorious in every battle, and invincible in every attack. If you surrender, I can give you one last chance."

"This is my final act of mercy."

He made every effort to appear strong and dominating.

Boom!

Rumble!

At that moment, thunderous rumblings came from the sky of the Yin Yang Void Realm, seven spaces shattered, and seven dark stars broke through into the Void Realm.

Each emitted a powerful oppressive force. They didn't overlap each other, each star moving to different areas of the Yin and Yang Void, marking out territories.

Seven, and with this one, that makes eight!

Jiang Dingxin's heart trembled.

Just in terms of numbers, this unfamiliar civilization was stronger than the domain of Xianmen Sect, capable of dispatching eight Taoist disciples at once to the unknown Yin and Yang Void.

In terms of richness and expanse, it might far surpass this domain.

Keep in mind, the Nine Great Immortal Sects combined could only cultivate one Taoist disciple per generation.

It wasn't that they couldn't have more; they simply couldn't afford it.

"Hahaha!"

"Foolish human slaves!"

Mingtian Emperor burst into delighted laughter, tears rolling from his eyes, and said, "Finally, this Emperor has waited for this moment. You stupid pigs, really thought I feared you? That I could take you as my servants?"

"Ridiculous!"

"Lowly human slaves, daring to defy your superiors, your crime is unforgivable!"

"Annihilate them completely!"

He laughed heartily. With all eighteen Emperors present, he was completely at ease, no longer worried about anything.

Mingtian Emperor looked at the ten individuals.

He wanted to savor their panicked expressions, often encountered when subjugating lowly races around him, each one bringing much amusement to his monotonous cultivation life.

He saw that the ten Taoist disciples were very calm, simply watching him.

"If it's just this…"

Heavenly Calculator Daoist whispered.

"The path above Void Refinement might just be opening."

An Tuzi added.

"For the sake of the Righteous Dao between domains, for the peace of the millions of human race compatriots, to save our millions of compatriots from danger."

Jiang Dingxin said indifferently.

"Therefore…"

"Kill!"

Heavenly Calculator Daoist roared.

Boom!

Nine Great Domains, with Big Trees reaching to the heavens, the Five Elements Mountain flowing, various Mystical Turtles dwelling, Tianji vast and boundless, Taiyin stars hanging high in the sky...

The domains of the Nine Great Daoists merged with each other, extremely detailed, intricately exquisite, as if in an instant they formed a real world, covering hundreds of kilometers, thunderously pressing down on Mingtian Emperor and three thousand Imperial Clan Guards.

The Nine Great Daoists united, as if a real world descended!

"What is this..."

Mingtian Emperor's boisterous laughter vanished in an instant, and he howled in terror.

This power far exceeded that of the Shadow Demon Daoist, not by ninefold, but dozens of times!

It was something of a completely different level, not even of the same class!

In that moment, he was incredibly terrified, but he could do nothing; his thoughts froze, his mana froze, even his Divine Soul experienced a momentary freeze, unable to move.

Clang!

Then, he heard the sound of a sword's call.

Unlike the previous cold shadow swords, this Sword-light was majestic, domineering, scorching, destructive, and it annihilated laws, far surpassing the Shadow Demon Daoist's Flying Sword.

It was not of the same level!

This Sword-light had been gathering strength for a long time, bolstered by the Dyson Sun Sword Domain, struck with all the power of the Great Sun Battleship, and a thousand and twenty-four Dyson Sunlight Beams added to its force, elevating it to its peak.

The sword had completely turned into light!

The Nine Great Daoists,

The Great Sun Swordsman,

They had been gathering strength for a long time and suddenly transformed from calm to fierce, striking down in unison.

This kind of fortune has never been enjoyed by anyone in this domain before, no one has ever had such a privilege.

Mingtian Emperor, received it.

This supreme honor, he got to experience it.

Mingtian Emperor felt his Divine Soul blackout.

He then completely fell silent, his Divine Soul devoid of spirituality, his Indestructible Vajra body left unprotected, his eyes lacking any trace of Spiritual Light, his body collapsing backwards.