Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 525 - 510: The Once Great Sun Swordsman

The Yin Mist Pearl's spiritual light was dim, and it required further replenishment with spirit stones; several months would pass before it could be used again.

Jiang Ding didn't mind. He took out a separate storage jade pendant, filled it with spirit stones, and then tossed the Yin Mist Pearl into it, allowing it to automatically absorb the spiritual energy and recover.

After his advancement to the Golden Pill Realm, the Yin Mist Pearl's usefulness had diminished significantly.

"I still have this."

Jiang Ding's eyes showed grave seriousness as he took out another object.

A fist-sized, glowing red sphere.

The moment it appeared, a wave of destructive, searing breath spread in all directions, throwing the surrounding Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi into turmoil—agitated and in chaos.

The various classmates who were practicing army formations felt a tremor in their hearts and their hairs stood on end, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Even Immortal Luling, who was instructing the army formations, felt a chill in his heart.

After a moment, he came to his senses, cast several seals, and formed layers of shields around Jiang Ding to block the murderous and scorching aura; otherwise, no one could accomplish anything.

The Dari Swordsman from two generations prior, at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul Realm, had once dominated the Nascent Soul Battlefield during the last days of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and eventually died under the siege of the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Xianmen Nascent Soul Cultivators.

The Immortal Mieri had been grievously wounded and near death in that battle. He entered the Sleeping Hidden Realm and had slumbered for over three thousand years before awakening.

Jiang Ding cautiously extended a wisp of his Divine Sense.

"There are only two levels, the Golden Pill Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm."

"The Nascent Soul Realm level is sealed; it must be broken before one can comprehend it."

Jiang Ding understood.

Immortal Mieri seemed lackadaisical, but in reality, he had been quite thorough. A strand of Great Sun Sword Intent from the Nascent Soul of a Dari Swordsman could indeed kill a Nascent Soul Monk casually.

True to his military background, he had everything accounted for.

Divine Sense surged into it.

Before his eyes, a blur.

Vague and hazy.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Light!

Endless Great Sun light!

Above and below, there was no land, no sky, the eye saw only the light of the Great Sun—searing, murderous, destructive will pervaded every corner.

Any cultivator below the Golden Pill Realm would die the instant they appeared here, their very souls completely ground away, with no chance of reincarnation.

Even for Golden Pill Monks, most would vanish without a trace after just a few breaths.

For Jiang Ding, this was all but ordinary.

He only felt the light of the Great Sun to be slightly dazzling, necessitating a slight squinting of his eyes.

A mark of azure brilliance flashed between Jiang Ding's eyebrows.

Law-Breaking, the will to obliterate spirits, also spread in all directions, swallowing and destroying the strange will around him, carving out a peaceful space.

The sunlight was no longer so piercing, returning to its original gentle state.

Layers of Great Sun light dissipated.

Not far away, a young man in a gray robe watched quietly.

He had an ordinary face, with a Red Gold Great Sun mark between his eyebrows that emitted specks of spiritual light; his waist bore an unremarkable gray longsword, and there was nothing remarkable about the aura he exuded, as if he were a young man who could be found anywhere on the streets.

"My name is Zhong Guang. What's yours?" asked the young man in a gray robe, seemingly without malice and simply curious.

Zhong Guang.

Zhong Guangzi!

Apart from the unknown seeds, this was the name of the last Swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

"My name is Jiang Ding."

Jiang Ding responded politely.

"Jiang Dingzi..."

The gray-robed young man muttered to himself, "That's a strange name. Does it come from the meaning of 'a pillar in the middle of the river's flow'?"

"It's strange."

"However, the appearance of a Dari Swordsman from the Eastern Devil School is already something inconceivable."

"It should, be eliminated."

Boom!

A Flying Sword shone like a proud sun; it traveled brightly and grandly, its Sword-light occasionally twisting like crimson threads, highly condensed. The space was silently and invisibly torn apart, forming tiny, deep black lines without the erratic spatial fractures typical of other Nascent Soul Monks.

An Azure Flying Sword appeared in front of the Great Sun Flying Sword, splitting into nine, with vast Array Patterns diffusing among them. Sword Qi flickered in and out of existence, and in a mere instant, a sword formation several tens of kilometers in size, with an awe-inspiring presence, rose to meet it.

Ding!

The moment the two Flying Swords touched, pure gold net-like patterns emerged on the body of the Taiqing Flying Sword, its true form revealed and unable to hide any trace.

Stalemate for a moment.

Boom!

Among the nine Bluegold Flying Swords, eight disintegrated in a blink, the Sword Domain vanished without a trace, and the Taiqing Flying Sword, its Spiritual Light dimmed, was thrown backward.

The Red Gold Flying Sword, however, paused, with nine shallow scratches appearing on its body, fading away after a moment.

"Zhong Guangzi..."

"Third Realm of Sword Dao, Refining Sword into Silk, and has even touched upon the Fourth Realm, the Indestructible realm."

Jiang Ding's face turned ashen.

He was no match!

He could clearly feel that, although they were both in the early stages of the Golden Pellet Realm, his Sword Intent and Divine Soul were somewhat stronger than Zhong Guangzi's when he was at the same stage, and so was his Flying Sword, stronger than that Red Gold Flying Sword.

But he couldn't win.

He was being overpowered despite being weaker, and it was a crushing defeat.

"You're only at the first realm of Sword Dao?"

Zhong Guangzi was incredulous.

"Sigh!"

"The treasured sword gathers dust."

He felt somewhat disheartened.

Swish!

The Red Gold Flying Sword descended again, its Sword-light slightly hazy, splitting into nine, all highly condensed and twisted into threads, and with the extreme speed of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, the thought was followed by action.

The Taiqing Flying Sword rose to meet it once again, also splitting into nine.

Ding ding ding...

Sparks flew everywhere as the Sword Intent of Destruction and Great Sun Sword Intent annihilated each other. In the sky, they clashed into one mass, space continually breaking and healing, only to be shattered again by the next Sword-light, an unending cycle.

It appeared evenly matched.

But upon closer inspection, in each exchange between the nine Flying Swords, the Taiqing Flying Sword seemed to be struck by lightning, evidently stronger than its opponent but utterly outmatched under the influence of the Sword Qi Thunder Sound and Refining Sword into Silk.

The transition and connection of Sword Moves were incomparable.

After dozens of exchanges, the Taiqing Flying Sword's Spiritual Light gradually faded.

"Let's end it here."

Zhong Guangzi, finding it rather boring, casually pointed.

"This move is called Red Flame Hack, it's an entry-level sword technique of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion."

Hum!

The Red Gold Flying Sword hummed, the nine swords merging into one. Great Sunlight from dozens of kilometers converged onto the sword body, brilliantly blinding, turning into twisted crimson threads that, amidst the thunderous sound, arrived in an instant and struck the nine Taiqing Flying Swords.

Boom!

The Bluegold Flying Swords snapped and broke, leaving only the last one, its Spiritual Light dimmed to the extreme, emitting a mournful cry as it was sent flying backward.

"Such swordsmanship..."

Jiang Ding didn't attempt to flee, sighing mournfully.

A chill at the brow,

Darkness before his eyes.

Outside.

Jiang Ding fell to the ground in silence, not waiting for Immortal Luling to act. The Taiqing Flying Sword spontaneously unsheathed from his brow, displaying an array of Bluegold Sword Qi that broke laws and spirits, like a peacock fanning its tail, catching his body.

After a long while.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, feeling his Mana surge and his Divine Soul ache, his entire body weak and powerless.

"Zhong Guangzi..."

"Utterly detestable."

Jiang Ding fumed, "Just wait until the super warship is built, and I will be able to suppress you with a flip of my hand! The Swordsmen of Xianmen are also strong, alright? Don't look down on people."

Right now, he was far from his strongest state and was utterly unsatisfied.

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