Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 913 - 884: Nine Thousand Imperial Clan Guards Turn to Ashes

In front of the young man in blue,

the three alien emperors stood with both respect and a trace of fear, completely lacking the bloodthirsty enthusiasm they had when leading the Imperial Clan Guards in a violent charge, behaving in a cultured and polite manner.

By comparison, the three emperors seemed like good folks from law-abiding families.

"He... is so terrifying..."

"He's a freak, just looking at him gives you the creeps..."

In the military channel, someone inhaled sharply, feeling that this sense of oppression was even more frightening and chaotic than that of the Daoist disciples from the Nine Great Immortal Sects.

The Shadow Demon Daoist, Xuanwu Daoist, and Daoist Wanshou were always bloody and cruel, with ruthless methods, but in front of this person, they all seemed quite genial.

"...He usually seems like a shy and polite person..."

Another petite female cultivator spoke, a colleague of Liu Xiong who had also been a counselor at Qingfeng University, familiar with him from school days and struggling to accept this stark contrast.

"I knew it all along."

"After all, the Dari Swordsman is inherently like this..."

Liu Xiong rolled his eyes, "If you want to experience it, renounce your citizenship of Xianmen Sect, and I bet he would randomly slap a label on you and kill you on the spot."

"Surely not..."

The petite female cultivator shrank back.

Only after seeing the Dari Swordsman on the battlefield can one realize that the many brutalities recorded in the history of Xianmen Sect were not only not distorted but were actually toned down.

...

"Soul Searching?"

"This, I must decline!"

The Mingyu Emperor's expression changed, anger showing in his eyes: "My Divine Soul is tied to my very foundation, how could I easily hand it over to someone else? Sir, refrain from mentioning it again."

"If you wish to know more about the Horned Demon Imperial Clan,"

She didn't lose her temper, her face softened somewhat: "in the future, as we interact more and become more familiar, you will naturally come to know everything. Why rush things in the moment?"

"When that time comes, cooperation between our two families will be mutually beneficial. Trade partnerships will be much better than fighting and killing."

"Mutual benefit, indeed."

Jiang Ding nodded and smiled, "Xianmen Sect also loves peace, disliking war and strife, never initiating troubles, a reputation well known in the Domain."

"Then you..."

The Mingyu Emperor felt hopeful.

"But now,"

"we need to discuss the matter of your attack on Xianmen Sect citizens and the life-threatening danger you posed to them."

Jiang Ding held the hilt of his sword, drawing it out bit by bit.

"Three Fellow Daoists, you are new here and might not be familiar with the customs of our locale — no problem, I can explain them to you."

"Outer Realm Cultivators attacking Xianmen Sect citizens,"

he stared at the three emperors.

"Death penalty!"

Clang!

Boom!

Amidst the sound of the sword's cry,

the super warship Great Sun reverberated with the thunderous roar of its cannons!

An invisible Sword-light surged forth!

Her speed was exceedingly swift. In the perspective of Sword-light and Divine Soul, everything slowed down — the heavens and the earth, the universe, all things, and even the sound of the wind and the flash of blades took an age to move an inch.

Only the figures of the three great emperors could barely maintain normalcy, yet their movements also became sluggish.

Even a disabled person could easily place a sword on their bodies, quite different from facing the Nine Great Daoists.

"You're courting death!"

"You damn slave!"

The Giant Axe Emperor flew into a rage.

No longer posturing, he burst into flames like blood, his hundred-zhang tall figure's aura and suppressive might suddenly soared.

He took the initiative to step forward, gathering the three great emperors, along with the Nine Thousand Horned Demon Imperial Guards to form a three-hundred-zhang sized Chaotic Space.

Indestructible Vajra, offense and defense as one!

He lifted the blood-red giant axe high with both hands, and chopped down with all his might, concentrating the force of thousands at a single point within the chaotic space, earth-shatteringly powerful.

Even an Immortal Palace, standing before him, would be cleaved into pieces with a single swing of his axe.

"Kill!"

At this moment, following the instincts born from the peak of body refinement, the Giant Axe Emperor, though he could not see the light or the sword, still gathered all his strength and slashed at the space an inch before his glabella.

Ding!

Amidst the flurry of blade glares and sword shadows, space collapsed, and incredibly, a blue-gold flying sword did materialize from the unknown beneath the blood-red giant axe, revealing itself and breaking free.

"Hahaha, you damn ants, you've finally shown yourselves..."

The Giant Axe Emperor laughed wildly, then suddenly his eyes bulged in rage.

Boom!

A terrifying force erupted between his giant axe and the sword blade.

It was incredibly massive!

It was frightening, confusing; the small flying sword was merely three inches in size, insignificant in comparison with his hundred-zhang-long, tens of thousands of catties-heavy embryonic Imperial Arms, forged from Imperial Gold and countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

This little flying sword, which should maneuver with agile grace and swiftness, should not be engaging in a head-on confrontation. Yet—

Boom!

Crack!

Under the fearful gaze of the Giant Axe Emperor, the giant axe collided with the diminutive flying sword, and a terrifying force transmitted as if the whole world was collapsing. The arms that gripped the giant axe snapped with a cracking sound, the jagged bone ends piercing through the flesh, and both the broken bones and the blood-red giant axe flew backward.

"Ah!"

The burly Giant Axe Emperor screamed in pain, spitting blood as he staggered back, his breaths weak, arms hanging uselessly.

At the moment of his grievous injury, his three thousand Imperial Clan Guards, each with a trace of imperial blood within their veins, at the peak of their Golden Pill capabilities, renowned figures in a Small World, a thousand of them instantly exploded into a mist of blood and fragmented bones without a sound, their Divine Souls completely extinguished.

The remaining two thousand Imperial Clan Guards each spat blood from severe wounds.

Not only them, but the Mingyu Emperor and another Emperor, caught in the residual waves of the combined attack, also retreated several miles, their faces filled with shock.

Just one person!

A single strike!

Fear painted over the face of the Mingyu Emperor.

No wonder those nine Alien Race Emperors didn't pursue them; it turns out there was such a terrifying Emperor here!

"You are weaker than I imagined,"

"I sense in you the scent of bloodlines, similar to that of the Demons."

Jiang Ding gently stroked the hilt of his sword.

"Are you Taoist disciples who naturally grew into prominence relying on your bloodlines?"

"If so, that's not surprising. Relying on bloodlines, limited by bloodlines, no matter what, you cannot compare with those Taoist disciples who rose from insignificance, accumulating mana bit by bit, honing their magic, refining treasures, and groping their way up through growth."

"Even Shadow Demon, once he reaches the Golden Pill Peak, could slay any one of you."

"Mingyu Fellow Daoist, did you say that you're an inconsequential character amongst the Horned Demon Imperial Clan?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

"I hope that's true."

"If it is, then above the phase of Refining Nothingness, hope may still lie ahead for me."

"If all the Emperors are as weak as you lowly insects, that's what truly frightens me—for I fear I may never break through the Refining Nothingness in this lifetime."

"What a great opportunity!"

Hum!

Suddenly, the world dimmed, whether it was the light of heaven and earth or the glow of magic, even the light shining from the scales of the Horned Demon Tribe, from their weapons, all disappeared, plunging everything into utter darkness.

Followed by—

In the sky, one thousand and twenty-four dim yet bright Dyson sunlight beams descended.

One beam to target then one thousand and twenty-three beams spread out like the peacock's display, forming bars of light that enveloped the three Emperors and their eight thousand Imperial Clan Guards.

In the eyes of everyone, petrified with fear, the bars of light rapidly constricted.

"Ah!"

"Aaaaah..."

The harrowing screams echoed as countless pieces of flesh turned to white ash, mixed with molten metal from the refined precious weapons, raining down upon the earth.