Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

A young man in green robes hovered in the sky, silently observing the grey pieces of flesh and blood that fell from within the Sword Qi.

This was his strongest state.

His entire Mana condensed into one point, not even willing to maintain the basic invisibility spell, wanting to pour out all of his strength and turn it into an attack.

”Ghost Dao is perilous and unpredictable, yet it has its merits,” he said.

Jiang Ding looked towards a void in space.

Through the hazy transparency, an old man in a black robe appeared. His left arm was cut off at the root, turning to ash. His face was extremely pale, his skin stretched over bones, his body half-transparent, and many ghost shadows within him had unknowingly vanished.

His chest cavity was completely empty.

”Who are you...”

”Qiyu Swordsman!”

Patriarch Bai Gui let out a venomous shriek, stunned, and looked at the young man in green disbelief, repeatedly comparing him with the one from the reports, indeed it was the same person.

”Mid-stage Foundation Building!”

His Divine Sense swept over, and his heart was struck with tumultuous waves, breeding numerous thoughts.

”I’ve met Patriarch Bai Gui before.”

”It’s been eighteen years, truly your demeanor remains unchanged,” Jiang Ding said with a slight smile. ”Thinking back to the time at Nine Heavens Relics, you told me you looked forward to the next time we would meet, as if it were only yesterday.”

Boom!

Magnetic Field Induction Dotted Array Patterns spread far and wide, enveloping all around. The Azure Flying Sword appeared within the Array Patterns, dominating as the absolute center.

Under the influence of magnetic and electric currents, amidst the thunderous noise, the Flying Sword’s speed was boosted to the extreme, vanishing from within the range of Divine Sense.

A terrifying Sword Intent of Destruction spread everywhere, locking onto the Divine Soul.

”This Flying Sword...”

Patriarch Bai Gui’s heart trembled again and again, unable to believe that such a Flying Sword belonged to a Mid-stage Foundation Building Cultivator, and said furiously, ”Junior, you do not know life from death. Do you truly believe that you have grasped victory over this old ancestor?!”

”Black Soul Banner!”

He spat out a word, and a small banner the size of a palm flew out from his mouth, expanding to a size of ten zhang. As the pitch-black banner rolled out, a vast tide of fierce ghosts poured forth, with the weakest among them at the Late-stage Qi Practicing Realm, not to mention the numerous Ghost Generals of Foundation Building, their cold Array Patterns spreading across the sky.

The most terrifying among them were four Ghost Kings with the aura of the earlier stages of Golden Pill!

Each of them towered about three meters tall, with green faces and fangs, each wielding one of the four Ghost Artifacts: spear, axe, adze, and Big Halberd. Every action they took dragged the strength of a host of Foundation Building Ghost Generals and ghost soldiers beneath them, easily smashing entire areas, causing living beings to be crushed and extinct, souls torn apart and enslaved, unable to reincarnate.

”Charge for me!”

Patriarch Bai Gui waved the Long Banner, commanding like a general of a myriad of armies, embodying the unrivaled demeanor of a commander observing his troops decapitating enemy generals.

Roar!

The four Ghost Generals roared in unison, shaking the heavens and the earth. Their spears, axes, and halberds grew to more than ten zhang in size, joined by their Ghost Generals and ghost soldiers, as they aimed at a central point, and harshly smashed down.

Ding!

In the seemingly empty void, the Azure Flying Sword suddenly appeared, perpetually striking straight, colliding with the spears, axes, and halberds of the four Ghost Generals.

Sparks flew, and Spiritual Light shattered!

The piercing sound of vibrating metal spread in all directions, enough to penetrate the eardrums of Qi Practitioners.

”Such a strong force!”

The aura of the four Ghost Generals dropped suddenly, and shock was evident in their huge pupils.

Looking down, they saw holes the size of thumbs on their weapons, punctured throughout, barely supported by the thickness and resilience of their Ghost Artifacts.

Further, a surge of Sword Qi carrying the Destruction Intent swept through them, scattering around, affecting hundreds of Ghost Soldiers in the Qi Practicing Realm with shrill screams, turning to ash and vanishing.

”Not bad.”