Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 504 - 489: The Sword Can Break Through Space

Jiang Ding unleashed his Divine Sense, sealing off any living being and Spirit Consciousness Fluctuation within a fifty-kilometer radius.

A direct lineage disciple of the Beast Dao from the Liudao Sect.

One of the six pillars of the Liudao Sect, he was curious about the Beast Dao and wanted to understand them, which is why he has survived till now.

The Black Feather Treasure radiated a sinister spiritual light, and the Sword Qi fanned out like a peacock's tail, open one moment and closed the next, arriving with a howl and striking the young man in green on the head.

Ding!

The Top-grade Black Feather was obstructed by a layer of spontaneously generated Sword Qi. The Black Feather trembled from the terrifying counterforce, its spiritual light collapsing as it was sent hurtling backward.

"How is this possible?!"

Hei Shan exclaimed in shock.

Both in the Golden Pill Realm, and he was even just at the early stage of Golden Pill!

Why would his Life Treasure crumble upon contact, and so effortlessly at that, like a mayfly shaking a tree, almost suffering severe injury from just a touch?

This was against all reason!

"Fellow Daoist, I'm giving you the time of three breaths, and after three breaths, you will die,"

Jiang Ding said with a faint smile.

Suppressing a great deal, the Sword Intent of Destruction enveloped from above, sealing off all directions, locking onto the Divine Soul, carrying with it a hint of killing intent as a firm warning of the impending fate.

"Putting on airs!"

"It's just a Golden Pill Monk's trick, I've seen plenty like this!"

Hei Shan quickly regained his composure, sneering.

He simply did not believe the other party could be as strong as they appeared.

In his hundreds of years of life, he had encountered similar enemies, like a non-venomous snake pretending to be a vividly poisonous one. Their strength was clearly on par or even much lower, struggling with just one or two blocks and even internal injuries already surfacing.

However, the more that happened, the more one had to maintain an attitude of airy indifference, directly overwhelm the enemy with momentum, force them to flee, and thus gain an opportunity.

"One."

Jiang Ding didn't so much as lift an eyelid.

"You want to put on airs, I'll let you carry on to your heart's content!"

A flash of malevolence crossed Hei Shan's eyes.

Screech!

He let out a piercing screech, his head thrown back.

Crow feathers abruptly sprouted on his face, covering his entire body, with both arms becoming a blur, transforming into a pair of sharp, black gold claws.

As for the Top-grade Black Feather Treasure, it curled backward and landed on his face, becoming slightly blurry and morphing into a sharp black beak, entwined with a cold, corrosive aura.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a huge black Bird Demon spanning dozens of yards, his ferocious demon energy spreading in all directions. The Black Feather and sharp beak flickered with spiritual light, exhibiting the benefits of both a human cultivator's Treasure and magic.

"So this is the combat style of the Beast Dao,"

Jiang Ding realized.

"Kill!"

Hei Shan growled.

Clang clang!

As though thunderstruck, countless black feathers detached from his body, hundreds, thousands of them, each one with the aura of a supreme Magic Tool, and among them, nine that resembled Magic Treasures.

They seemed like a Bird Demon's natural feathers, yet also crafted by the Human Race, with Array Patterns faintly visible among the Black Feathers, revealing a formidable Third-rank Killing Formation within.

Looking like a Demon Beast, in reality, a Bird Demon in the late great demon stage that could severely wound with a single encounter, slaying it wouldn't be difficult.

Ding ding ding...

The Black Feathers rained down on the young man in green, surrounding him at a distance of several yards away, their Sword Qi and killing intent overflowing, slashing and crashing against a layer of Azure Sword Qi that kept appearing.

Sparks flew with the sound of clanging, and the Black Feathers broke with cracking noises, tumbling down as feathers scattered all over.

Even the nine Magic Treasure-level Flying Swords met the same fate, swarmed by dozens of Sword Qi, their Array Patterns ground away, their Divine Sense Brands destroyed, their spiritual light dimming as if lifeless, falling from the sky.

"Puuh!"

"Impossible!"

Many treasures and magic tools were once again easily shattered. Hei Shan's Divine Soul trembled as he spat out fresh blood, his expression turning to one of growing panic as a terrible thought surfaced in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist!"

"No, senior, please spare my life—my family's ancestor is the Divine Crow Immortal of the Beast Dao of the Liudao Sect..."

"Divine Crow Immortal..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, repeating the name.

He ran his fingers over the azure magnetic lines at his brow slowly drawing out an Azure Flying Sword.

The moment the Flying Sword appeared,

the surrounding void hesitated, giving rise to a dreadful sense of stagnation.

The sound of the wind, clouds, tree leaves on the ground, rivers—all became frozen, even space itself felt faintly solidified. The Teleportation talisman flickered uncertainly, showing signs of instability.

"Immortal of Nascent Soul!"

Hei Shan cried out in shock, no longer having any doubts. A chill spread through his body as despair enveloped his heart.

"Immortal, I was blind to your status. My father, the Divine Crow Immortal, is generous and kind-hearted, has many acquaintances, and is well-known in the Northern Plains. Please, you..."

His speech was inarticulate, speaking nonsensical words in a jumbled mess.

Whoosh!

The Azure Flying Sword traced a straight line. It seemed to move both quickly and slowly. Even Divine Sense could clearly see its every fine detail. The contradictory feelings of fast and slow intertwined.

Facing life and death, Hei Shan nonetheless showed his true nature honed through hundreds of years of fighting and slaughter.

"Kill!"

A ghastly expression appeared on his face as he let out an angry roar, instantly burning all his Essence Blood. A Soul Burning Black Flame enveloped his body, pouring into the pointed beak on his face and causing its Spiritual Light to suddenly shine more brilliantly.

Then, he tore at his cheek, bringing up flesh and blood, as a black flame struck forward.

Soul Burning Black Flame!

It was the innate Divine Ability of the Hei Clan's Black Gold God Crow inheritance in the Liudao Sect—soul-destroying, bone-melting. Extremely vicious, once deployed, it could easily kill enemies above one's level and was renowned throughout the families of the Northern Plains.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword made a single stroke.

The crow's beak, still trailing scraps of facial skin and flesh, stopped abruptly.

A moment later, silently, it split apart, both the beak and the Soul Burning Black Flame likewise divided evenly, extinguishing upon touching the ground as if they were substantial.

"Go!"

Hei Shan didn't even glance at his Life Treasure or attempt another look. After burning his Essence Blood for a desperate strike to delay any pursuit, he took out a silvery, shining jade talisman and crushed it, vanishing from sight.

"A Teleportation Talisman, space?"

"This could indeed block ninety-nine percent of Golden Pill Monks, ensuring an easy escape."

Jiang Ding nodded.

No matter how strong one is, as long as you can't break through space, in the face of a Golden Pill Monk with such deep resources, you are helpless, only able to watch them flee.

This is also why relatives of Nascent Soul Monks are seldom provoked—because even if you can beat them, you can't kill them, let alone escape from them.

Crack!

The light of the Taiqing Flying Sword surged, and beneath its blade, space began to crack with dark fissures. The sword plunged into them, disappearing from sight as space sealed back up.

In the blink of an eye,

the sound of rending space resonated as web-like dark lines emerged.

An Azure Flying Sword shot out from a space several kilometers away, first the tip, then the body, followed by a middle-aged cultivator with a shattered black robe and a pale face.

In his chest, a hole shone clear from front to back; he had been impaled, with strands of Sword Qi forcibly dragging him out.

"Why?!"

"Why would an Immortal of Nascent Soul be in this forsaken place! The Hei Clan will avenge me..."

The black-robed cultivator laughed in despair.

The Azure Sword Qi exploded, reducing his body to ashes, extinguishing every trace of life, leaving behind only a weak Divine Soul and a nearly shattered Golden Pill.

The Taiqing Flying Sword swept up both items, swiftly returning.