Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Outside the Minor Thousand World, within the dark starry sky.

A green-clothed youth had eyes red as blood, dazzling like a Great Sun furnace, showing no signs of fading even with the death of a formidable enemy.

The only change was in those crimson pupils, which were pure gold like crystal, not mixed with madness, but rather colder and more detached.

Jiang Ding’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword as he gazed into the vast, endless universe.

”Run!”

”The Heavenly Monarch is dead! Dead...”

”This is not the Lower Realm...”

Countless Upper Realm beings wailed miserably, crying out.

Among them were the Thunder Department Taoist Soldiers from the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, hundreds of thousands of them, as well as hundreds of thousands of Sect Disciples from the Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain who still retained complete spiritual intelligence. They fled in extreme terror, burning Essence Blood to distance themselves from the monstrous being in a human youth’s skin.

Some Upper Realm beings lost their heads and fled towards the direction of the Minor Thousand World, quickly perishing.

Many more Upper Realm beings plunged into the dark, dead silence of the starry sky, caring for nothing but survival and escape, no longer holding the typical aloofness of Upper Realm beings.

”Sword Dao...”

Jiang Ding ignored the fleeing Upper Realm beings, muttering to himself.

His right hand gently caressed the hilt of his sword.

He had not taken even a step outside the range of the Great Sun World Defining Array, with the Great Sun Unmanned Star Army of the Air-Space Mothership Super Sun Vessel stirring, ready to act under the depths of space.

He was immersed in thought, unsure of what he was contemplating.

...

”The Upper Realm beings, defeated!”

”Defeated in such a short time, so thoroughly, with countless dead and wounded, even the haughty Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch is dead...”

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch had been observing the battlefield and now his hands trembled, his body and Divine Soul shivering.

At this moment, he felt an immense stroke of luck that he was with Mingguang Zi rather than encountering that madman alone, for it would have meant certain death, without any chance of escape.

Is this the full might of the Dari Swordsman?

”Yes,”

”This is the Sect’s Dari Swordsman!”

Xi Ping’an felt both pride and fear: ”He seems stronger than Zhong Guangzi. Although Zhong Guangzi had birthed the Power of Order just before his end, he had never slain two enemies at the Refining Void Stage...”

”Damn it, he seems very vengeful. He’ll definitely find a way to kill me...”

Xi Ping’an was almost in tears.

Mingguang Zi was silent.

After a long time.

”It’s truly enviable.”

Mingguang Zi whispered softly, ”He has so many opponents, Taoist disciples, opponents born with the Power of Order, opponents, opponents... That is the most important factor making the Dari Swordsman increasingly powerful. I didn’t have such opponents during my growth...”

”Supreme opportunities...”

He looked toward the scattered remnants of Upper Realm Taoist Soldiers in the distance, eyes almost glowing with envy.

”Do we still have a chance?”

”The chance to Ascend to the Upper Realm.”

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch quickly controlled his emotions and asked with a grave voice, ”The Upper Realm beings simply cannot defeat Tushan, they can’t even maintain a stalemate, they are utterly defeated. In such a short time, I can see no possibility...”

He felt somewhat desperate.

In at most a few hundred years, his lifespan would reach its end.

”No, it’s not like that.”

”Jiang Dingzi has not won!”

Mingguang Zi took a deep breath, shook his head slowly, yet firmly: ”Although I cannot probe, my power is relatively too weak, I know that is not how the Dari Swordsman eliminates his enemies and ends the war... that madness in his eyes hasn’t dissipated.”

”He hasn’t won yet?”

Xi Ping’an and Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch were both startled.

...

Jiang Ding’s gaze was red and blazing, mad yet calm; two starkly different traits present simultaneously in his eyes.

The bloodthirsty madness of the Dari Swordsman!

Some people regard this madness as the fatal flaw in the legacy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, leading Dari Swordsmen often to plunge into indiscriminate slaughter, seeking death by actively rushing into peril.

Others, on the contrary, hold an entirely different stance.

For instance, the successive Sword Masters of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.