Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 990 - 961: A Sword Severs the Starry Sky Fortress

Clang!

Amidst the billions of electromagnetic trajectories, the Taiqing Flying Sword unsheathed.

It navigated through the darkest canvas of the sky, encircled by 1200 Sun Gauze Clothings, splendid and eye-catching like a nimble fish, actively slashing towards the center of the million-strong warship army formation of the Starry Sky Fortress.

She chose the most brutal and direct tactic.

"Kill!"

The noble-blooded cultivators of the million-strong forces from the Xu and King families, who had ruled over Xu Jiezhong and the Wang Realm for thousands of years, roared in fury. Within this ferocious intent to kill, their unity strengthened; the speed at which the army formation operated seemed to quicken, coordination among them became more tacit, and consequently, there were fewer flaws.

Such is the way of the army formation.

The quality and state of the soldiers and officers often determine the power of the army formation, and even a mediocre general can sweep through thousands of renowned commanders if his officers and soldiers are of supreme quality.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Xu Yan, controlling the increasingly refined Great Formation, cried out lowly, and a sky-covering barrage of Positive Pole Electromagnetic Thunderbolt Spells condensed and struck out like lightning, lunging at that splendid sword-light.

Crack!

The electric light flashed and was gone.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword was forced back, transitioning from a state of half physicality and half energy, and countless Dyson sunlight beams perished in a sacrifice, the scorching light exploding and shattering the subsequent spells from the army formation's Positive Pole Electromagnetic Thunderbolt Spell.

The flying sword itself, slightly diminished in spiritual light, retreated from the thunder.

To the despair of the cultivators from the two great families, the fainted spiritual light on the Taiqing Flying Sword was but a flicker; it recovered in an instant as before.

Fourth Realm of Sword Dao, Immortal Sword Intent!

This holy realm of the Sword Dao, which countless sword cultivators dream of, showed its formidable tenacity.

Indestructible, impermeable, unwearable, obstinately like the first primeval stone born from chaos since ancient times.

"You have become somewhat stronger."

Jiang Ding commented.

"Throughout the ages, there have always been legends of breakthroughs in battle, occurring when individuals elevate their will, mana, and divine soul to the limit and, under immense fortuity, a coincidence arises."

"I hope all of you can do the same."

Jiang Ding sincerely wished.

"Second sword!"

Boom!

The world suddenly darkened, then burst into light again as, amidst billions of Yin Yang electromagnetic trajectories, the Taiqing Flying Sword wrapped in the splendid Dyson sunlight beams descended once more.

No need for any change.

If one sword can't slay the enemy, then just strike again.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword collided once more with the army formation of the warships from the two great Xu and King families, shattering space for hundreds of miles, the tumults unsteady, the explosions of light flickering continuously, making the world shine countless times, then dark countless times.

"Third sword!"

"Fourth sword!"

"Fifth sword..."

...

The Taiqing Flying Sword slashed down, one sword after another!

The transition of sword-light was seamless, as if it required no rest or recovery, feverishly devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the light of the Great Sun, and the magnetic field of the Minor Thousand World within a thousand kilometers, transforming it into an endless onslaught of Blue-Gold Sword Light against the enemy.

"Seventh sword!"

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword struck down once again.

Different from any other time, this time the Blue-Gold blade directly cleaved through the Killing Array launched by the army formation of the million-strong warships of the Xu and King families!

Boom!

"Spurt!"

In that instant, at the edge of the million-strong warship army formation, tens of thousands of Air-Space warplanes and warships burst apart.

Countless fragments of warships mixed with blood sprayed in all directions, with engine furnaces turning into large fireballs. A hundred thousand of them rose simultaneously, a spectacular sight.

The Army Formation finally couldn't withstand the terrible force under the constant slashing of the Taiqing Flying Sword, and had to disperse some of its power, detonating within the war machines and warships, presenting a catastrophic effect of destruction.

"Ultimately, it's a fleet of warships hastily cobbled together."

"Even with a united will, it's nothing much."

Jiang Ding's gaze swept past, sighing, "However, it seems to me that the warships exploding on the outskirts all belonged to the collateral lineage cultivators of the Xu and Wang families, without a single one from the direct lineage, right?"

"It can't be true, can it?"

"At a time like this, are your ancestors still fixated on preserving the direct lineage's bloodline, treating you as expendable cannon fodder?"

Whispery strands, like the sound of a sword's hum, surged into the ears of all the Xu and Wang family cultivators through the breach just made in the Army Formation, immediately stalling their impassioned emotions. Wild thoughts sprouted uncontrollably in their divine souls like weeds, becoming unruly.

Many collateral lineage cultivators couldn't help but have numerous images flash through their minds.

The direct lineage cultivators never worked a day in their lives, yet they owned wealth and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure a hundred, a thousand times greater than theirs, naturally advancing to higher realms than them.

Unlike themselves, who toiled all day and only received meager spirit stones and elixirs for their own cultivation each year, living in dire poverty.

These various matters, although nominally from the same family, one family, but is the reality truly so?

Some collateral lineage cultivators recalled they once had a brother, supremely talented, a Sky Spiritual Root, who could potentially surpass the crown prince, son of the King, and become a Nascent Soul Monk.

But one day, he suddenly disappeared.

No one dared to ask, no one dared to speak.

There were collateral lineage cultivators...

Injustice.

All sorts of injustices surfaced in their hearts.

This was the stark, cold reality of their daily lives, not something that could be covered up by slogans about 'one family, one bloodline'.

Countless similar emotions surged in the hearts of the collateral lineage cultivators, and the morale of the united front plummeted in an instant.

Even, many collateral lineage cultivators directly abandoned their control of the Formation Method, wanting to flee the battlefield; they didn't see this war as theirs, lacking that sense of belonging, the unity that once felt so inexplicable.

From this, the aura of the Million Warship Great Formation fell off a cliff.

"Despicable!"

"To think that a noble sword cultivator, the Dari Swordsman, would resort to the use of heart-bewitching illusion techniques, aren't you ashamed?"

Xu Yan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, turning it into a roar that penetrated the confused minds of the collateral lineage cultivators' divine souls, "Why were you naturally born into cultivation, naturally having the way forward?"

"Ah?"

"Was this natural?"

"This is because your blood runs thick with the lineage of families Xu and Wang!"

"While you might not compare to the direct lineage, closer or distant, even the poorest among you, in villages and towns, belong to middle-class households, at least supported by several families. Did this just fall out of the sky?"

He cursed furiously.

"Because we are descendants of the Xu's!"

Many collateral lineage cultivators suddenly snapped out of it, frantically manipulating the Formation Method once more, speeding up the rotation of the Army Formation, and lessening the pressure faced by their ancestor.

Clang!

Like Fengling chimes, the Sword-light attacked once again, striking the hastily rotating Army Formation that had not gathered much power.

Boom!

This time, the Taiqing Flying Sword easily cut through the killing array conjured by the Million Warship Army Formation, splitting thousands of warships in one stroke, the warships falling, their broken sections neatly sheared.

The Blue-Gold Sword Light, facing no resistance, struck directly onto the Starry Sky Fortress.

Boom!

Under Xu Yan's horrified gaze, the mottled protective shield of the Starry Sky Fortress shattered with a loud crash, and the Sword-light swiftly advanced towards his head.

"Kill!"

He roared in rage, compelled to burn his Essence Blood and manipulate the Heavenly Sword in his hand to meet the attack once more.

Ting!

The Heavenly Sword barely touched the Taiqing Flying Sword when it was blasted far away like it had been struck by lightning, its Spiritual Light dimmed, not in the same class at all.

Yet, such layers of interception ultimately had an effect.

Whoosh!

The sword strike did not behead Xu Yan, instead slashing diagonally past him, piercing through one-third of the Starry Sky Fortress.

The mottled Starry Sky Fortress paused momentarily, one-third of its fortress body slowly detaching, falling toward the ground.

The breach in the fortress was as smooth as a mirror, countless sparks and electrical arcs exploded forth, with oil mingled with Runes flowing like the ancient Starry Sky Fortress's blood, scattering across the starry sky.