Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 2038: Chapter 2006: Great Wisdom Brings Harm, Deep Love Ends in Sorrow

This world is completely silent.

All the sword cultivators look here with reverent fervor, watching the dust on the ground, the traces left after many gods of this world have burned themselves to death.

Many people are filled with immense confidence.

How does it matter that human factions are chaotic?

How does it matter that human internal struggles are cruel and intense?

As long as an invincible prodigy appears, the Human Race will still be the sovereign of the Endless Starry Sky; these so-called chronic illnesses are but a bit of frost and dew, hardly worth mentioning!

“Seven Kills…”

Jiang Ding’s eyes gleam fiercely as he looks into the distance.

There, a Sword-light of Seven Kills is rapidly fleeing into the distance, disappearing in an instant, not daring to initiate the Holy Sword Fight now, having lost confidence.

The Dari Swordsman does not pursue, although he certainly could catch up, for he has excelled in this aspect over the years.

“Your luck is quite good.”

“I, the Monarch, have always respected the strong and respected the True Immortal.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

Since the True Immortal Wanfa says there cannot be internal struggles among the Human Race here, he will respect it; if the human Taoist disciples of this world do not provoke him, he will not kill them.

This respect will continue until a change in strength occurs.

A dim divine light flies from the horizon.

This is the Soul Flame Divine Son.

He appears dispirited, flying awkwardly, as if a body of a soul already dead, his face numb.

“I…”

The Soul Flame Divine Son cries out in pain.

It was because of rescuing him that the Sun Divine Son and others were exposed and targeted by the Sovereign of the Vermilion Bird Star Realm; otherwise, with the vastness of the Endless Universe Starry Sky, the Eight-step Daoist trying to find another deliberately hidden Eight-step Daoist is almost an impossibility.

It was because of himself!

If not for himself, these many divine beings would not have died.

Now, he himself is also about to die.

“Kill.”

“Killing…”

The Soul Flame Divine Son wobbles forward, like many Divine Sons, burning himself and launching a desperate charge at that green-clothed youth.

His figure shines brilliantly, like a meteor.

“Audacious!”

“Arrogant to the extreme!”

As soon as the Soul Flame Divine Son starts to burn himself and charge, all surrounding Human Race Swordsmen become furious.

Just a Seven-step Divine Son, just a severely injured Seven-step Divine Son!

Does he think he has the glory to challenge the Swordsman?

Does he have the qualification to initiate the Holy Sword Fight?

Does he deserve such honor?

This is an insult!

Clang!

Huang Huo Sword Son, Wuji Sword Son, Heaven Burial Sword Son, and more than a hundred Human Race Swordsmen all draw swords, their Sword Intent cold and chilling, their swords like a torrent, instantly slashing towards the staggering Soul Flame Divine Son.

The Soul Flame Divine Son’s body stiffens.

The next moment, his body and Divine Soul are utterly shattered, completely dead.

As such a weakling, he does not have the qualification to initiate a Holy Sword Fight against a Swordsman, nor the qualification to stand in front of a Swordsman.

Preserving the Sword Dao honor of stronger Swordsmen is the duty of these sword cultivators.

If a sword cultivator consistently maintains the strongest position and respects the interests of the sword cultivators under him, then loyalty from the sword cultivators will far surpass that of the Taoist disciples.

This is a profession unique to the Human Race, bearing strong characteristics of a racial army, emphasizing order and hierarchy greatly.

Jiang Ding’s figure gradually disappears.

There is nothing here that requires his attention anymore.

Subsequent Human Race sword cultivators will sweep the four directions faster, devouring the star domains, bringing more order to the Endless Starry Sky.

…

Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace.

The figure of a green-clothed youth appears on the throne once again, as if he had just returned from a walk.

The only difference is that in front of him is a gilded colored Sun God Spear, instantly making the palace as hot as a furnace, spreading terrifying high temperatures capable of burning the Heavenly Man in all directions.

“Concubine,”

“Welcome back, Your Majesty, from your triumphant return!”

The Fusang Saintess bows with a smile.