Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 415 - 373 The Deity and His Doctrines

"Buddha Enemy…"

Under the overwhelming Sword Intent of Destruction, Treasure Tripod Maitreya revealed a panic-stricken expression.

Vivid as life itself.

Just like the countless mortals, not more noble than anyone else; there is nothing about divinities that makes them aloof from the world.

"Indestructible Vajra, indestructible!"

Quickly, his panic turned into a color of rage, as if he had been greatly offended. His dignity was sacred, and the doctrine did not allow for any retreat or faltering.

Treasure Tripod Maitreya was both Indestructible Vajra and indestructible.

So the doctrine says,

so must the divinity be!

Otherwise, it would be akin to giving up their lives, tantamount to suicide.

"Those who offend the true Buddha, perish!"

Treasure Tripod Maitreya brought his hands together in prayer, while six arms behind him swiftly formed Mana Techniques, each spreading ripples of pure gold.

"Ha!"

He spat out golden Sanskrit syllables that grew to the size of mountains, coupled with the ripples of gold, pressing down towards the young man in blue.

The voice was incredibly oppressive, bringing immense pressure to bear.

It shook one's heart and courage, inciting a strong instinctive realization and a desire to kneel before Buddha, sobbing in repentance.

Boom!

The Air-Space Warplane's phantom blue muzzle discharged, and the Blue-Gold Flying Sword disappeared from the divinity's Divine Sense.

Gone from sight.

Only the increasingly distinct Sword Intent of Destruction was left, the core of the Belief in Incense trembling more and more, while the survival instinct of the billions of living beings warned of imminent danger.

"Suppress!"

He glared furiously, as the power of faith surged wildly into the Sanskrit mountain peak.

Boom!

The next instant, the Blue-Gold Flying Sword, which had never concealed its trajectory, blasted into the center of the Sanskrit character, its edge forged from Fairy Gold Breaks the Law gleaming brilliantly.

A Sanskrit True Buddha Rune the size of a mountain peak.

A Blue-Gold Flying Sword, incomparably tiny.

Stalemate for a brief time.

Crack...

A crisp sound spread far and wide.

The Swastika Rune flashed briefly with Spiritual Light, then shattered into a sky full of splinters. Even the will of the Indestructible Vajra, stronger than Vajra Dharma Intention, could not withstand such a sword.

"This body of yours is far too weak, even weaker than when I first encountered you," Jiang Ding sighed.

Whoosh!

The Blue-Gold Sword Light shone brightly, its speed sharply increasing as it aimed for the heart of Treasure Tripod Maitreya, where the Sword Intent instinctively sensed the core of faith to be.

"My Buddha!"

King Gandharva and King of the Ganges had a change in their expressions.

One manipulated a Seven-stringed Zither, with sharp sound waves converging into a line, slashing towards the Flying Sword.

The other roared angrily and hurled two Winter Melon-sized hammers from his hands.

"Hey ha!"

From all directions, tens of thousands of Qi cultivators from the eight divisions shouted loudly, with copper drums booming and Seven-stringed Zithers chiming, shaking heaven and earth as countless sound waves emanated from their Magic Tools, converging upon their respective leaders' attacks.

Boom, boom, boom…

Chime...

Suddenly,

the lone sound wave from King Gandharva became dazzling and brilliant, while King Gandharva's Winter Melon Hammers were heavy as mountains, the drum sound deep as waves, reaching a terrifying level of might.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"The Buddha's eight divisions do have some substance."

Without any intention to control the Flying Sword to evade, the Blue-Gold Sword Light with its golden lines shone brilliantly, facing the onslaught of the two divisions' attacks head-on.

The Blue-Gold Flying Sword collided with King Gandharva's line of sound wave and King Gandharva's Winter Melon Hammers.

Ding!

After a moment of stalemate,

amid a terrible squeaking sound, the two Hammers were cleaved apart, turning into four pieces that fell to the ground.

The brilliant line of sound wave, formed by tens of thousands from the division, was severed into two.

"Buddha Enemy..."

King Gandharva showed a look of terror, stepping back several paces, spitting out golden blood, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Thump, thump, thump!

Out of the four hands, the severed strings of the Seven-stringed Zither snapped due to an immense rebound force, flinging and slicing open wounds on the arms.

"Damn it!"

King Gandharva roared furiously, continuing to retreat.

With his Buddha Treasure destroyed, a basin-sized crater indented his chest as sounds of breaking bones were heard; his power was directly connected to his heart, and the backlash greatly reduced his vitality.

"So this is the extent of the Belief in Incense,"

Jiang Ding shook his head.

Whoosh!

The Blue-Gold Sword Light, without any obstruction left, killed straight toward the heart of the Treasure Tripod Maitreya.

"Vajra!"

The Treasure Tripod Maitreya roared, his six arms moved in unison; two sets of Golden Wheels, two sets of Zen sticks, and two sets of treasure tripods created a phantom image, striking forward with violent gusts.

Crack!

The Gold Wheel Buddhist Treasure shattered,

The Gold Wheel Buddha shattered,

The Tripod Buddhist Treasure shattered!

Beneath the sword edge cast from Magic Arts-Breaking Immortal Gold,

nothing could stop it, the Sword Intent of Destruction firmly locked onto the core of Divine Soul faith, killing through everything.

"Amitabha!"

The Treasure Tripod Maitreya revealed a compassionate expression, chanting a Buddha name longly, with hands that seemed cast from pure gold, pushed together and thrust forward.

Ding!

The Blue-Gold Flying Sword struck those clasped palms, flaring great sparks, many powdered Vajra scattering with the wind.

It was actually blocked.

The Flying Sword's Spiritual Light dimmed slightly and leveraging the force, it retreated rapidly, pulling the Array Pattern of the magnetosphere's Spiritual Root gathering kill from all directions; within a breath, its luminosity was restored.

Yet at the moment where the sword edge and palms touched,

among the hundreds of thousands of the Ganges and Gandharva followers, a hundred thousand with horns grown, covered in pitch-black, trembled, directly becoming a rain of bloody flesh, bearing the blow meant for their divine figure.

"Not a bad Divine Dao Formation."

Jiang Ding slightly admired.

With a casual flick, the Blue-Gold Flying Sword killed downward again, with no concealment, aiming for the faith and Divine Soul core.

Whoosh whoosh!

Meanwhile, lagging behind the speed of the Blue-Gold Flying Sword, millions of Armor-piercing Shell Groups fell on top of the heads of the followers of the King of the Ganges and the King Gandharva's followers, with sharp Magic attached, their plaintive sounds reverberating across all seas.

Boom!

In the midst of a thunderous explosion, hundreds of thousands of Buddha Armies' followers didn't even get a chance to scream before they turned into a rain of bloody flesh, the gold and black blood splattering in all directions.

Not a trace of life remained.

It was always the Xianmen Sect besieging others,

never the other way around!

Whoosh!

A Blue-Gold Flying Sword arrived in an instant amidst the airburst sound, Sword Light filling the divine figure's vision, leaving no space unoccupied.

Despair started to grow in their hearts.

"My Buddha!"

"Don't!"

The voice of the King of the Ganges filled with attachment and reluctance, disappeared.

She ascended from the most devout female Buddha fanatic to a crafted ruler.

Many touching stories occurred over the decades of the growth and strengthening of the Maitreya Sect that led a woman who after her husband's death, pressured by her own people to kill her son, sell her daughter, and herself fall into depravity, to become a monarch.

She appeared in front of the Treasure Tripod Maitreya.

"The victim has turned into the perpetrator... Alas, why can't the world give me a clean enemy."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

Information on the high echelon of the Maitreya Sect emerged in his mind.

Whoosh!

The Blue-Gold Flying Sword pierced through the heart of the King of the Ganges, Sword Qi bursting, shredding her body into countless pieces, falling toward the earth.

"My Buddha!"

The King Gandharva showed a struggling look in his eyes but still disappeared within the gold light.

The next moment, he appeared under the Blue-Gold sword edge.

"Kill!"

He roared, lifting a bronze drum carved with countless Maitreya Sect scriptures, smashing it toward the Flying Sword.

Whoosh!

The sword passed.

The drum broke, the heart shattered, the sturdy body split into pieces, the huge horns on the head chopped into several pieces, the corpse falling toward the earth.

"Amitabha!"

The Treasure Tripod Maitreya counter-attacked in despair, brandishing six arms, wielding the broken Golden Wheels, Zen sticks, Treasure Tripods to push back the much dimmer Spiritual Light of the Blue-Gold Flying Sword.

"Kill!"

He roared, charging in such dire circumstances with six arms, each holding the shattered Golden Wheel Zen stick Treasure Tripod, killing toward the green-clothed youth not far away, not betraying the teachings of Indestructible Vajra, Indestructible.

"This is not Indestructible Vajra."

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

With a casual flick, he controlled the super Air-Space War Machine Formation, drawing tens of kilometers of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi into the Blue-Gold Flying Sword, making its light surge.

Whoosh!

The Blue-Gold Sword Light flew at extreme speed, completely tearing apart the broken Buddha Treasures, passing through the heart of the Treasure Tripod Maitreya.

An endless outburst of Sword Qi,

turned His divine body into a sky full of pieces.