Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the sky, amid the hazy mists, the Great Sun Battleship revealed its form, its cannon mouth swallowing endless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi. Magnetic light reflected everywhere, all-encompassing and ever-present.

The Spirit Particle Sonar locked firmly onto the young girl’s Divine Soul!

With thunderous sounds, the fourth-order electromagnetic cloud array spread its Array Patterns in all directions, the seventy-two Electromagnetic Accelerators hummed loudly, and the Magnetic Cloud Splitting Star Cannon completed its energy storage, ready to unleash its power.

”Wait...wait...”

”Calm down!”

Yu Qianzi felt a chill crawl over her scalp and sweep through her body, her voice frantic: ”I’m a guest, a guest! You can’t kill me—it would cause trouble!”

”We’re just sparring, do you understand? A spar!”

Boom!

In the terrifying glare of the lightning, everything vanished.

In the heavens, a flying sword appeared, it commanded and decreed all, marching forth with imperial grandeur. There was no Sword Qi Thunder Sound, no Refining Sword into Silk, it disregarded the shortest distance through space, simply smashing through and shattering the void.

And yet its speed was terrifying to the extreme!

To an onlooker, it appeared as little more than the sublime Moon White Flying Sword, fully empowered and Burning Essence Blood, was hacked away with a single strike, a new ruinous sword scar marring its surface, dimming its Spiritual Light, wailing incessantly, its final destination unknown.

In that same instant, a clear Sword-light emerged at the girl’s waist, filled with a killing intent fierce enough to bisect her, grinding flesh and Divine Soul to dust.

All manner of Sword Qi shields, protective treasures.

In that moment they were utterly useless, activated too late.

”No!”

Yu Qianzi screamed in terror.

At that moment, she truly understood the fear the ancestors of the Moon Vein Sword Dao felt when facing the Dari Swordsman.

Normally, a sword fight would involve back and forth, but in a real life-and-death struggle, with full power, one strike was all it took—everything else was rendered meaningless.

The disparity between them was like that between the branches of the Immortal Sects and the Domain Rulers—a vast and insurmountable chasm, unshakeable!

Though they might be called equals, in reality, they were incomparable.

Boom!

In that instant, layers of protective arrays appeared on the young girl in the Moon-White Fairy Skirt, just enough to save her life and nothing more.

”Pfft!”

Yu Qianzi collapsed to the ground, blood spewing from her mouth as she hit the earth, limp as mud, her bones cracking. In that instant, who knows how many had shattered.

Her dress tattered, flesh in several places ground to dust, her overall aura plummeting like a cliff, her eyes lost their light, dull and empty.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, struggling to calm the raging murderous intent within him.

Just now, at the moment when the Moon White Flying Sword was struck down, he thought he was a goner: seventeen bones broken, meridians shattered, arm bones crushed to dust.

His eyes were crazed with red, with violent murderous intent filling his Sea of Consciousness, his instincts seething, ready to annihilate all threats.

The most severe injury he had suffered since birth.

It was today.

It was this person before him.