Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 952 - 923: Like Weeds in the Wind

In front of the Ice Snow Palace, a young man in green appeared.

Jiang Ding said nothing.

He unleashed a burst of Sword Qi, cutting through the protective shield of the Demon Race's inherited treasure—the Ice Emperor's Mobile Palace—ignoring the furious Demon Kings and guards around him.

He walked straight toward the center of the palace, oblivious to the rest, with a clear goal in mind.

"Human Race True Lord!"

"Kill!"

"Dare to violate the Emperor's Mobile Palace, kill him!"

A Demon King at the peak level, the Bull-Horned Demon King, had blood-red eyes.

Despite facing a Human Race True Lord, he showed no fear and, holding a giant axe, charged straight ahead with several dozen Demon Kings, forming an Army Formation to attack together.

Their rage was extreme, as if their highest belief had been desecrated.

"Kill!"

Some distance away, large groups of Demons, whether Demon Kings or Demon Generals, rushed toward them with murderous intent.

The Army Formation's murderous aura shot to the sky, as demon clouds enveloped everything!

Those Demons, clearly at the Golden Pill and Foundation-building stages, actually had the audacity to charge at an Immortal of Nascent Soul.

This was the Ten Thousand Demons Forbidden Army of the Western Desert Demon Race Dynasty.

The mightiest army under the heavens!

"Not bad."

"Indeed, they are warriors."

Such courage and ferocity made Jiang Ding pause briefly to show respect.

"Die!"

Dozens of Demon Kings and hundreds of Demon Generals, their eyes wide with fury and aura sky-reaching, were the closest and charged without thinking, their weapons—giant axes, copper hammers, and other heavy armaments—smashing down simultaneously.

The multitude of attacks, in a mere instant, even surpassed the power of an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, incredibly fierce.

Clang!

Between Jiang Ding's fingers, a strand of blue-gold Sword Qi blossomed.

He then continued walking forward at a leisurely pace, as if brushing dust off his sleeves, no longer paying any attention to these brave fighters.

"Stop!"

"Die!"

The Bull-Horned Demon King's blood energy and murderous aura surged, his muscles and bones blazing like a furnace.

He raised his giant axe high, ready to strike down, but suddenly his movements froze, a boundless fear rising in his heart, piercingly cold, his fervent fighting will overwhelmed in an instant.

Desiring to move yet utterly unable, he could only feel the strength leave his body like the ebbing tide, turning it cold.

Looking around, he saw dozens of his fellow Demon Kings and hundreds of Demon Generals falling to the ground in succession, like raindrops, causing not the slightest ripple.

The Bull-Horned Demon King's eyelids grew heavy, darkness engulfing him forever.

"Nascent Soul Late-Stage!"

"At least a Human Race Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator!"

Not far away, a Demon Monarch of the Demon Race bellowed; he was a mid-stage cultivator from the Serpent-Armored Demon Race, and unlike the lower-ranked Demons, he was not crazy but calm and collected, gathering the soldiers around him.

"Kill!"

In almost an instant, twelve Demon Monarchs and hundreds of Demon Kings, along with thousands of Demon Generals, gathered.

Time passed but a moment, barely enough for a Foundation-building cultivator to redirect their Divine Sense.

This level of response speed is extremely fast even on a Nascent Soul level battlefield, and yet it occurred within an army formation of thousands.

The Ten Thousand Demons Forbidden Army, truly as renowned as its name suggests.

"Kill!"

"Do not let him disturb the Emperor!"

The Serpent-Armored Demon Monarch screamed, and the other eleven Demon Monarchs roared in rage.

Boom!

Suddenly, it felt as if the heavens shattered!

The twelve Demon Monarchs spread their Domains—wind, rain, water, fire, lightning… All sorts of superb innate talents of the Demon Race manifested, naturally revealed from their bloodlines after advancement.

Even the Domains of the Human Race were learned from the Demon Race.

The twelve Demon Monarchs' Domains, combined with the several hundred Demon Kings and several thousand Demon Generals' Army Formation.

Instantly, a terrifying power surpassed that of a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator, merging into the mountain-like weapons of the twelve Demon Monarchs.

They crashed down furiously, the very void collapsing layer by layer.

"Foolish Human Race remnants, you are seeking death!"

The Serpent-Armored Demon Monarch's pupils revealed a color of brutality.

This kind of offense against the Emperor occurs from time to time, usually by desperate Human Race Foundation Establishment or Golden Pill Monks acting irrationally, burning everything they have, just to splatter their blood on the Ice Snow Palace.

It was the first time an Immortal of Nascent Soul acted this way.

And the outcome will be no exception!

"Seeking death?"

"Seeking death."

Jiang Ding glanced at him, and in the flick of a finger, a blue-gold Sword Qi flew out.

His pace remained unchanged.

Clang!

This blue-gold Sword Qi vanished in a flash, piercing through the Demon Race Imperial Guards' Army Formation, appearing behind them without a drop of blood, calmly disintegrating without expending a single extra bit of Mana.

"No!"

"Impossible!"

The brutality in the Serpent-Armored Demon Monarch's eyes vanished, horror filling his voice as if he had seen some terrifying monster.

Then, a fine sword mark appeared on his throat.

Strands of Sword Qi seeped into his body from his throat, penetrating his Divine Soul, snuffing out all signs of life.

The Serpent-Armored Demon Monarch lost all breath and fell from the sky without a sound.

He was not lonely.

Around him, eleven other Demon Monarchs of the Demon Race died silently.

The same went for the hundreds of Demon Kings and thousands of Demon Generals around them.

No one lived even a breath longer than the others, all bearing a wound to the throat and nothing more, a very fair way to die.

The bodies of the thousands of Demon Race Imperial Guards fell from the sky like raindrops.

It was continual, and several breaths later, it was still not over, with no sign of any resistance; these former comrades appeared to be judged by the Heavenly Dao and died instantly.

This scene was witnessed by the charging Demon Race Imperial Guards who were shouting, roaring, and bellowing.

A chill went through their hearts.

They felt as though they had plummeted into an ice cave, their feet rooted to the ground, unable to move forward another step.

The so-called frenzy, the so-called bravery, the overwhelming gratitude and acknowledgement of benefaction before this slaughter were all insignificant.

"Ghost, ghost…"

Many Demon Race Imperial Guards trembled, chilled to the bone, including several Demon Monarchs and thousands of Demon Kings.

Their feet took root, unable to budge an inch, they helplessly watched as a young man in green from the Human Race approached their emperor.

Jiang Ding arrived at the Ice Snow Palace in the center.

There was no door, just a palace wall.

It was normal; it wasn't a path, just a random direction chosen.

Whoosh!

Jiang Ding casually released a strand of Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi cut through the palace wall.

Amidst billowing dust and debris, Jiang Ding stepped slowly into the great hall for imperial discussions of the Demon Race Empire, a sacred place revered and yearned for by the myriad demons of the world.

"Kill!"

"Cut down this lowly Human slave!"

In an instant, four peak Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs, plus more than ten Nascent Soul Monks, roared.

They joined hands to form an Army Formation, multiple Domains suppressed together, the Array Patterns of the Ice Snow Palace hummed, and together they formed countless ice blades to mercilessly attack the intruding young man in green.

This was nearly twenty Immortals of Nascent Soul!

Including four equivalent to peak Nascent Soul Cultivators Demon Monarchs!

So many people joining forces, coupled with the suppression of the Ice Snow Palace, a formidable weapon of the Demon Race Empire!

It could be said with certainty that even if Jianyang, the strongest in the Northern Plains, came in person, he would die instantly, his Nascent Soul unable to escape.

"It's an ambush!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Mu Tiansnow issued warning after warning.

Clang!

In the face of such a startling and earth-shaking attack, Jiang Ding walked on as if he knew nothing, with no change at all, as he flippantly released a strand of Sword Qi.

Such an action,

Did not anger the many peak Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs, who didn't feel belittled or their dignity trampled upon.

Instead, they were utterly despairing.

"No!"

"Ah! Why!"

The leading Tortoise Prime Minister of the Demon Race Empire, a figure at the peak of Demon Monarchs, instantly ignited his Essence Blood and life span!

All of his power surged into the Copper Hammer Treasure he held, with his heavy body's aura pressing on the space, enough to immobilize early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Kill!"

The insane Tortoise Prime Minister gripped the copper hammer with both hands, combining the power of the surrounding Demon Monarchs and thousands of hastily arriving Imperial Guards, and fiercely slammed it down.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Surrounding Demon Monarchs also burned their Essence Blood!

All power amalgamated atop the Tortoise Prime Minister's Copper Hammer Treasure, the merged force instantly surpassing peak Nascent Soul, hovering on the brink of transcending the trends of heaven and earth, reaching another level.

Peak Nascent Soul Cultivators were almost as insignificant as ants in the face of such power.

The Ice Phoenix Demon Monarch watched intently.

Clang!

A strand of Blue-Gold Sword Qi, as usual, passed through the Army Formation, slowly dissipating.

As if the Demon Monarchs' burning of everything, the Army Formation, and the power of the Demon Race's mighty Ice Snow Palace, capable of slaughtering a peak Nascent Soul Cultivator, were no different from an ant Qi-cultivating Demon on the roadside.

"No…"

The Tortoise Prime Minister who had burned everything and struck down with his copper hammer paused, smiling wryly.

He didn't even dare to curse in anger.

A line of blood appeared at his throat.

The so-called invincible defense of the Turtle Race's shell was useless, as was the power of the Army Formation that had burned everything.

Thud!

The Tortoise Prime Minister and his Copper Hammer Treasure fell to the ground.

Around him, more than a dozen Demon Monarchs and thousands of Demon Kings and Generals also fell, each with a line of blood on their throat, devoid of any sign of life, having made no impact on their adversary.

Jiang Ding walked slowly towards the Ice Snow Throne.

"Greetings,"

"Tusen Heavenly Monarch!"

The Ice Phoenix Demon Monarch, along with other Demon Monarchs who never made a move from the start and had a vague idea of what was happening, respectfully knelt and prostrated on the ground, paying their respects.

In this ice palace, there were no more standing demons.