Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Flame Stone Great Emperor revealed a sneer of contempt, followed by a start.

Clang!

In the instant his fingers were about to close, the Blue-Gold Flying Sword suddenly burst forth with a hazy, surpassing the spatial, nearly reaching temporal power, piercing through the gap of his fingers and then gliding past his cheek.

The Flame Stone Great Emperor felt a slight chill on his cheek, and then it disappeared.

It was the Blue-Gold Flying Sword, carrying the Great Sun Flare, grazing his cheek, causing a wound finer than a strand of hair, and then powerlessly falling to the ground.

The wound healed in a blink, so insignificant that if one didn’t pay close attention, one might fail to notice an injury had occurred.

Yet, the defense had indeed been breached, leaving a wound.

Even if this wound was smaller than a mosquito bite and healed in an instant.

”Ha ha ha!”

”Ha ha ha ha ha... oh oh oh oh...”

Jiang Ding’s face showed ecstatic joy, cheering and hopping excitedly on the spot, jumping back and forth, waving his arms and legs, overwhelmed with excitement: ”Flame Stone! What a loser!”

”To think that Your Majesty has been wounded by me, and you call yourself the ’Refinement Void Great Emperor’?”

”What a disgrace!”

”Ha ha ha...”

He laughed mockingly.

The face of the Flame Stone Great Emperor turned as dark as water, and with a flick of his finger.

Bang!

With a booming sound, the rejoicing and leaping Blood-robed Taoist in front of him suddenly exploded into flesh and bone, his skeleton shattered and scattered in all directions, instantly becoming a lump of rotten meat, leaving only an intact head falling among the bloody mud, a life force fading to the extreme.

This was a strike from the Great Emperor, an attack filled with his wrath.

”Ha ha ha... huh.”

Jiang Ding’s laughter came to an abrupt halt.

At that moment, his disguise was completely dissolved, the Blood Robe disappeared, the strange and beautiful face gone, transformed into a delicate sixteen-year-old boy, with Mana of the All-transforming Magnetic Primordial Power coursing through his veins, a magical aura utterly different from the Mana of the Blood River King’s ’Blood God Scripture.’

More importantly, his body carried a strange aura not from the Horned Ming Realm!

”Foreign lands?”

”Human Race’s Sect from a foreign land?!!!”

The Flame Stone Great Emperor was shocked to the core.

In that moment, an afterthought and the instinct of his Divine Soul finally sounded an alarm, all of his goosebumps rose, his entire soul trembled wildly, issuing the strongest warning of his life.

”Drink! Ah...”

The Flame Stone Great Emperor went mad in an instant.

He burned all his Essence Blood in an instant, even starting to consume the seeds of the Flame Rules, destroying his own Imperial Arms in self-immolation.

He did not give a single glance to the Yanliu Imperial Child, bursting out with all his might, burning everything in a frenzy, fleeing towards the direction of the Cangyan Holy Land with the fastest speed in his life.

”... Sigh...”

”... Fellow Daoist...”

”... It’s already too late...”

In the same instant, accompanied by a sigh, or perhaps many sighs, nine forces as vast as the Star River and far surpassing a Great Emperor enveloped the starry space.

Under these nine forces, the Flame Stone Great Emperor, having burned everything and fleeing in madness, was instantly immobilized, unable to move an inch no matter what he tried.

Like amber, his body solidified in the void.