Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The cultivators of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s Army Formation were no longer constantly covered by the will of the destructive Great Sun, the pain of touching a red-hot iron disappeared, replaced by a cool sensation, leading to a great surge in morale.

”Dari Swordsman, come, face me in battle!”

King Jia roared, mounting the mountain-like Copper Turtle, under the guard of one thousand two hundred Hairy Spirits, he took the initiative to attack the sword shadow in the sky.

Roar!

The mountainous Copper Turtle stretched its neck proudly, roaring mightily. Its body seemed made of divine gold or copper, its mouth full of fierce teeth like reversed divine swords, razor-sharp and more, laced with sinister magic capable of tearing souls apart upon touch – sure death.

This Copper Turtle was indeed a living creature!

It contained a trace of the bloodline of the ancient divine beast Xuanwu, with an indestructible golden body. It was a Spirit Beast tied to King Jia’s destiny that he had encountered in his youth and had submitted to him as its master.

Employing it, he had cut through thorny paths, slain adversaries, and attained the esteemed position of Heavenly Palace’s King Jia.

”Come!”

King Jia’s body trembled like ripples in water, layers of strength surged up from the soles of his feet, eventually converging into his fist, which he hurled at the swiftly approaching sword shadow.

Boom!

This punch could be described as earth-shattering. Space instantly turned to fine powder, and even more so, it formed strands of Xuanwu-shaped golden light ripples that produced a strong spatial attraction force. Any magic, flying swords, or flying daggers—any treasure for that matter—that came near this area would immediately be forcefully pulled in and reduced to scrap metal under the fist.

Furthermore, the moment he threw the punch, 1,200 Hairy Spirits simultaneously chanted spells, using the power of the Formation Method to unleash streaks of golden light, all of which shot toward his fist. The surrounding golden light vortex was instantly amplified tenfold, covering dozens of kilometers.

The suction force of the vortex within the fist light instantly intensified to the point that even Immortals of Nascent Soul felt terrified.

Magic Cultivators, never fought solo.

They always used every force at their disposal, including spirit beasts, subordinates, and treasures.

”You coward, do you dare to fight me one-on-one?” King Jia roared.

”If you can withstand a single punch from this king, I’ll leave you with a whole corpse!”

”Die!”

As the fist fell, it was like a stone breaking the sky!

Clang!

Jiang Ding did not respond and slashed down with his sword.

The Sword Qi Thunder Sound invaded King Jia’s Sea of Consciousness, thundering loudly, building a high-speed channel of Sword Dao between his Divine Soul and the sword.

No fancy swordsmanship involved, just sheer speed,

Slashed down!

Facing King Jia’s fist, the Blue-Gold Flying Sword chopped downward perpendicularly. Where the blade passed, the vortex of golden light was silently split open. The terrifying suction force that frightened Immortals of Nascent Soul had no effect at all; under the sharp edge, even the force ceased to exist, unable to affect it.

Boom!

At the intersection of fist and sword, a teeth-gritting metal clashing sound emerged. Brilliant sparks flew, and rumbling explosions occurred, shattering space to pieces.

The Taiqing Flying Sword slashed from the side, then reversed and returned, landing in the hands of a young man who looked at the other side with slight surprise.

”Hahaha!”

”Great Sun Swordsman, is that all you’ve got?”

The scattered Spiritual Light faded, and King Jia burst into laughter, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

On the left side of his face, the facial armor was torn, revealing a bloody wound, but it was rapidly healing and not affecting him.

In contrast, out of the 1,200 Hairy Spirits, dozens of spirits’ breaths sharply declined, their Spiritual Light flickering uncertainly, and the power of their Incense Fire greatly depleted.

The so-called strongest Swordsman of the Domain, the Great Sun Swordsman, halted in his tracks under his mighty fist, unable to advance an inch!

How could this not be worth a hearty laugh?

”Die!”

King Jia stood on the Mystical Turtle, his body shining with a brilliant golden light, surrounded by 1,200 Hairy Spirits, and threw another punch forward, earth-shattering and with a frenzied fighting spirit.

The two engaged in fierce combat.

”No shame!”