Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 432 - 390 First Time Being Called a Pretty Boy

"You called me a pretty boy?"

Jiang Ding looked at Liu Hongshao, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and asked with some curiosity.

This was the first time someone had called him that, how novel.

"Swordsman..."

Liu Hongshao was terrified, her teeth chattering.

In an instant, she recalled the scene from seventeen years ago, the first time they met, when she was severely injured by a sword. She also remembered the many years spent hunting down the remnants of the Demon Country's man-eating monsters.

Wherever she went, there was a rain of blood and flesh, and many man-eating monsters died.

Now, this terror was befalling her.

"Swordsman, spare my life!"

Liu Hongshao pleaded pitifully, "Your servant has toiled for the dojo for so many years, if not for merit, then for the hard work. I have made painstaking efforts to build the Demon Country and bring about today's Tushan Immortal City..."

A strand of silver-white sword-light appeared between her fingers, swiftly filling her entire field of vision.

"Kill!"

Liu Hongshao ripped away her pitiful facade, the red ribbon from her slender waist flew out, coiling towards the youth in green before her, with the Peach Blossom Pestilent Qi spreading around and entrancing and eroding the soul.

"Kill him!"

She said fiercely, "Otherwise, none of us will escape!"

Whoosh!

The Law-Breaking Sword Intent spread, the silver-white Sword Qi instantly pierced through the Supreme Magic Tool Red Ribbon, the entrancing and eroding Peach Blossom Pestilent Qi was completely useless.

The speed didn't slow down, punching through another Supreme Magic Tool shield, tearing apart the Peach Blossom protective shield, and flying out from a beautiful head, as the Sword Qi's spiritual light dissipated.

"Not to mention the life-saving grace, for each of your laboring, I have paid several times the market price in spirit stones."

"What hard work do you speak of?"

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

She was nothing but discontented and blinded by greed, looking for an excuse for herself.

If that was the case, then she deserved to die.

One by one, if all the Foundation-building cultivators of the Tushan Dojo had such a flawed perception, they all had to die.

Unlike a world without the supernatural, High-Level Cultivators are not subject to any bureaucratic limitations, face no such threats, and are capable of doing everything a Foundation-building cultivator can - and even better, albeit with a bit more effort.

"He's just at the Latter Stage of Foundation Building! Kill!"

There was no need for Liu Hongshao to say anything; the surrounding Demon Cultivators had all grown up through killings and plunderings. At the instant the youth in green appeared, various bone forks, bone swords, Gu insects, ghosts, wretches, poison clouds, and other Magic Tools all greeted him, followed by various fireballs, ice swords, blood arrows, and other magic.

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi was turbulent, and the might was terrifying; it almost formed a torrent of Magic Tools and magic.

"Very well, you have all gathered."

Jiang Ding looked at these Demon Cultivators and nodded slightly.

Even he could not completely root out such a vast group of Bandit Cultivators.

They presented themselves as benign cultivators at all times, only showing their fangs under specific circumstances. As some Bandit Cultivators would die, some regular cultivators would become Bandit Cultivators due to various reasons.

If one were to keep an eye on them daily, there would be no time to do anything else.

One could only increase the number of enforcers in the Law Enforcement Hall and try to maintain the crime rate at an extremely low level.

Or, wait for the maiden group to grow stronger. With their high concealment and mobility, more regular patrols would gradually put an end to such matters.

Clang!

With the sound of sword cry, a silver-white Sword Qi emerged. One became two, two became three, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a Sword Lotus with thirty-six petals, rotating nimbly as its edges were sharp and piercing.

One Sword Lotus, then the second... until the twelfth.

Twelve Sword Lotus flowers rotated around him, and while leaping, threads of Sword Qi breathed in and out, flying towards the Demon Dao Magic Tools and magic in all directions.

Hiss... Hiss...

Amidst the intense explosions of Spiritual Light, the metal Sword Lotus rotated and came into contact with bone forks, bone swords, and other Magic Tools, the crisp sounds of breaking resounded as piece after piece of Magic Tool bone fragments shattered and flew away. The Molten Gold corroding poison clouds and fireballs quietly disintegrated.

The sky cleared.

Fragments of magic tools and the spiritual light of magic fell in patches.

"Pfft!"

"You were clearly at the latter stage of foundation building!"

Pressed by the Blood Refining Magic Tool, over thirty foundation-building cultivators spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, their faces pale as they looked up at the sky in disbelief.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Of the twelve silver-white metal lotuses, only six remained, each flying off in different directions.

"Escape!"

"The wind is tight, bail out!"

Many demon cultivators shouted loudly, burning their essence blood and transforming into escape lights. They split into numerous phantom clones, burrowed into the ground, used concealment, and other various methods to escape in all directions, desperate to save their lives.

It wasn't that they were kind enough to remind each other, but the more people who fled at the same time, the more likely it was to disperse the enemy's attacks, thereby surviving.

"Fellow Daoists, why bother to struggle?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

The six metal lotuses suddenly shone brightly, the petals separated, and strands of silver-white Sword Qi reappeared in the sky. Agile and sharp, twelve strands of Sword Qi grouped together, each tracking their targets in all directions.

Whoosh, whoosh whoosh!

The twelve strands of Sword Qi shattered the supreme magic tool of an early-stage foundation-building cultivator, tore through his shield, and sliced open his neck. The Sword Qi rushed in, destroying all vitality within, leaving the headless corpse to fall to the ground.

Looking around, the thudding sounds were incessant. One after another, the demon foundation-building cultivators burst like fireworks, their bodies falling in pieces, piling up across the desolate Gobi.

It quieted down around,

with only the howling sound of the Gobi's wind and sand remaining.

"Huh?"

Jiang Ding swept the area with his Divine Sense, surprised, "You're called Nine Skulled Old Demon, right? Quite famous and capable too. No wonder you have escaped the Law Enforcement Team's pursuit multiple times."

Now, he understood the demon cultivators who popped around under the gates of the Righteous Dao as seen on Xianmen television.

While in the eyes of the protagonists in the stories, it seems a catastrophe,

it is a common occurrence for Tushan Immortal City, happening all the time.

Every day's tasks like instructing the maiden group, cultivating the Molten Gold Vine, holding Immortal City meetings, dealing with the reduced yield of the Poisonous Liquid Silver Mine, personal cultivation, and so on, all these matters come before the eradication of uncontrolled demon cultivators.

After all, even if this Nine Skulled Old Demon is killed, there will be another demon cultivator who will top Tushan Immortal City's most-wanted list. It doesn't mean peace would hereby reign.

Crime, which emerged with the advent of human society's order, is almost always impossible to completely eradicate, including in Xianmen.

"Spare my life, milord!"

From beneath a pile of yellow sand, the formidable figure of the Nine Skulled Old Demon emerged.

He pleaded abjectly, yet his hands moved quickly, throwing off nine skulls from around his neck that turned into nine house-sized, morbidly white bone fragments with ghost fires flickering within their eye sockets. They clattered and laughed strangely as they charged towards him, each skull exuding the terrifying aura of a latter-stage foundation builder.

The Nine Skulled Old Demon himself didn't even wait to see the results, once again burning his essence blood as he desperately flew away into the distance.

"Demon cultivators who use humans as material for cultivation, just like man-eating monsters, are unforgivable."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

Two silver-white metal Sword Lotuses appeared in his hands and he casually tossed them.

Whoosh!

Two trails of silver-white Sword Lotus lights intersected as they flew past.

One Sword Lotus pierced through the brows of the nine skulls, causing their house-sized frames to collapse and fall apart.

The other met the eyes of the Nine Skulled Old Demon in despair and imprinted on his forehead.

Bang!

Accompanied by a sky full of Sword Qi, the body of the Nine Skulled Old Demon burst into a scatter of blood and flesh, dissipating into nothingness.

Jiang Ding did not give the man another glance, his gaze falling upon a certain spot in the sky.

There, the auras of two Golden Pill Monks were faintly revealed.