Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 914 - 885: Slaying the Emperor

Within the confines of 1024 Dyson Sun Sword beams, swaths of the Horned Demon Imperial Guards turned to ash.

"Kill!"

"Merely human slaves!"

The eyes of Mingyu and two other emperors turned blood-red, displaying a hint of frenzy.

They had ignited their bloodlines in the instant the battle began!

Blood-red smoke surged upward,

illuminating dozens of miles in all directions with a bloody glow.

This was their bloodline burning!

The emperor's blood was like the sun heating a furnace; it could split the earth and vaporize lakes and rivers. Now, as they ignited the bloodlines of a Great Emperor, the terrifying bloodlight pierced through all directions. It contained power of a very high essence and even broke through the snatching light of Dyson Sun Sword Domain, allowing the bloodlight to reveal itself to the world.

"Kill!"

The Mingyu Emperor roared.

Ding, ding, ding...

She unleashed thirty-six black ringlets, each chiming like wind chimes, breaking through clouds and tearing souls, complementing the axe and sword attacks of the other two emperors.

A three-hundred zhang radius of Chaotic Space, tinted with black and blood red, detached itself and clung to the rings and the axe-sword, violently slashing toward the beam barriers in all directions.

Boom!

Brilliant light exploded!

Under this desperate burning of bloodlines, Dyson Sunlight Beams shattered explosively, creating a fusion reaction on the spot, with terrifying light and heat spreading everywhere.

The flames of light slightly receded.

The forms of the three emperors appeared, disheveled.

Each one of them was charred black, their bodies encased in a thick black shell revealing only their eyes, the intense Great Sun Destroying Sword Intent clinging to their wounds.

Their undying bodies squirmed, attempting to recover, yet were ultimately unable to heal.

All eight thousand Imperial Clan Guards surrounding them were left not a single one alive under the onslaught of the Dyson Sunlight Beams, their flesh and blood turned to ash.

"Not bad, the power of your bloodlines,"

Jiang Ding nodded.

Their burning bloodlines seemed to have touched upon a trace of Refinement Void level power, rooted in their inherent bloodlines, perhaps related to the blood of a Great Emperor.

Those of bloodline heritage can be looked down upon,

yet the source of that bloodline must always be regarded with the utmost seriousness, for this is where true power lies. It weaves through time, influencing descendants, elevating them naturally to lofty heights.

"Flee!"

"Quick, back to our homeland!"

Without any further will to fight, the Mingyu Emperor took out a handkerchief, and along with the other two emperors, burned their bloodlines, pouring it all into the fabric.

Their figures blurred and then vanished in an instant.

"Escape?"

"So naive."

"You cannot escape."

Jiang Ding sighed lightly, "This Yin and Yang Void Realm cannot accommodate power above the Golden Pill level; powers of the Xianmen Sect's Refinement Void Level cannot be deployed here."

"Neither can you."

Suddenly, light bloomed across heaven and earth, and then it turned dim, plunging into utter darkness.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword sang softly.

Its sword-light swallowed the 1024 Dyson Sunlight Beams, transforming into a stream of light that disappeared into the obscured space.

Taiqing Flying Sword, the Sword of Nascent Soul Extermination!

The Nascent Soul of an Immortal of Nascent Soul has great affinity for space, capable of merging into it to employ space escape techniques to flee thousands of miles in an instant; even a Peak Nascent Soul Cultivator couldn't slay the Nascent Soul.

The Taiqing Flying Sword is stronger, faster, and more formidable than the Nascent Soul of an Immortal of Nascent Soul.

The emperors of the Horned Demon Tribe might have briefly escaped from the hands of the Nine Great Daoists using a secret treasure,

But it doesn't mean they can also escape here!

Boom!

Tens of kilometers away, accompanied by the brilliant light of a sun explosion, huge patches of space dissipated, and three hundred-zhang tall emperors of the Horned Demon Tribe escaped from space.

Somebody had already been snapped in half at the waist, countless threads of flesh and blood stretching from the severed ends, trying to connect back together, yet obstructed by the Sword Intent of Destruction at the wound, cutting off strand after strand.

"Truly a cockroach-like life,"

Jiang Ding exclaimed.

Clang!

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword shot out from the main cannon of the super warship, the Magnetic Cloud Splitting Star Cannon, passed through eighteen Heavenly Gang Electromagnetic Restrictions, and zoomed through one thousand two hundred and ninety-six electromagnetic accelerators. It accelerated to the extreme, completely vanishing from the Emperor's line of sight.

Only the instinct of Body Refinement remained, a bone-chilling warning covering everything.

"No!"

The Giant Axe Emperor's eyes were about to split open, sensing something ominous.

Though he had been cut in half at the waist, he still hadn't surrendered. He ignited his bloodline, holding the blood-red giant axe with both hands, wrought the power of a ten-zhang Chaotic Space, and gathered all his strength. He fiercely slashed towards the source of the warning.

The Mingyu Emperor and another were desperately trying to help.

Hiss!

Sword-light appeared, first piercing the Mingyu Emperor's ten-zhang Chaotic Space.

This ten-zhang space,

was the masterpiece of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's Path of Body Refinement, touted as invincible against all methods, unbreakable and undying. Normally, just by expanding ten zhang, it would secure an invincible position, leaving many emperors of the Alien Races in despair.

Now, under the sword, it was as fragile as a bubble.

Almost simultaneously, the ten-zhang Chaotic Space of the Giant Sword Emperor also broke. The prototypes of the Imperial Weapons of both Emperors couldn't stop the Taiqing Flying Sword. They were too slow and were easily circumvented.

The Taiqing Flying Sword always liked to tackle challenges head-on, which did not mean it lacked nimble maneuverability!

"Ha!"

"Kill!"

Only the Giant Axe Emperor, under the terrifying shadow of death and with his bloodline nearly boiling from instinct, managed to break through something in the moment of life and death. His blood-red giant axe swung horizontally, striking hard against the Bluegold Flying Sword.

Ding!

Sparks flew!

He did it, the blood-red giant axe successfully struck the Taiqing Flying Sword.

However, that was it.

The Taiqing Flying Sword circled around from the axe blade, leaving a shallow mark. Its speed was hardly diminished, filling the entire field of vision of the Giant Axe Emperor.

It pierced right through his brow.

"No!"

"I am not willing..."

The Giant Axe Emperor's eyes widened in anger.

Bang!

Blood rained down!

Right at the Giant Axe Emperor's brow, there was merely a small wound, negligible compared to his mountain-like head—it resembled a mosquito bite.

But at the back of his head, the entire rear half exploded like a bomb!

Blood, brain matter, and shattered bones splattered in all directions, with only the front of his face and a single pitch-black horn remaining intact. All other parts were shattered, blown apart, leaving nothing but an empty shell.

In the moment when the Giant Axe Emperor's head exploded, his body collapsed like a mountain, falling backwards.

There was no trace of life's spiritual light on him anymore, the constantly spinning ten-zhang space around him instantly disintegrated, collapsed, unable to recover, losing its foundational support.

Clang!

Clang, clang!

In the rain of blood, the Taiqing Flying Sword glimmered brilliantly, humming sonorously.

Under the sword-light, the so-called undying body of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan showed no special traits, void of any life.

The Giant Axe Emperor, fallen!

Such was his crisp, clean death.

He died in what was supposed to be an adventure into a newly opened Void Realm, expected to bring countless opportunities.

After so many years,

the fall of an Emperor occurred once again.

The Mingyu Emperor and his companion felt as if they were in an icy cellar.

"Very... interesting."

In the blood rain scattered from the sky, Jiang Ding slightly closed his eyes, feeling the moment before reopening them. His eyes glowed crimson, "You are indeed somewhat inferior to Daoist disciples."

"But, you still are Daoist disciples."

"So,"

"Die, all of you."

Boom!

In the darkest heaven and earth, the Taiqing Flying Sword sped through the void at an unimaginable speed, hurtling down toward the two Emperors!