Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

All phenomena disappeared, the flame beast of the sword Dao, all the Sword Qi, vanished.

The longsword in Huang Huo Sword Son’s hand had unknowingly returned to the scabbard, looking blank and lost, evidently completely unaware of what transpired.

”Haha!”

”Huang Huo’s swordsmanship is just that, Swordsman, see my Wuji Immortal Sect’s swordsmanship!”

Wuji Sword Son laughed, drew his sword, and rushed forward.

Ding ding ding!

Sounds of sword collisions kept coming.

The two Sword Children matched swords above, unlike life-and-death battles, this competition doesn’t emphasize life and death, but the finesse of swordsmanship, it’s a spar between sword cultivators.

Over ten thousand moves of swords between the two, Huang Huo Sword Son retreated with a dejected face, one move short in the sword.

”My turn!”

Kongsha Sword Son flew forward.

One Sword Cultivator after another eagerly stepped forward, danced swords for the Sword Dao Monarch, presenting their unparalleled swordsmanship, hoping to gain favor.

This eager expression is a reflection of admiration from the heart.

Jiang Ding no longer acted.

He occasionally commented, pointed out flaws in the sword moves of many Sword Sons, sometimes arose many sword Dao questions, without putting on airs, directly made inquiries, and discussed together with many Sword Sons.

Fusang Saintess watched this scene with a smile.

She knew, Dari Swordsman began to gain public trust, many Human elites started to truly be willing to pledge their loyalty to him; if in the future two True Gods appear, these Sword Cultivators will certainly prioritize Dari Swordsman, without a moment of hesitation, it’s the implicit political inclination shown by these Human Race Sword Dao geniuses.

Provided, that Dari Swordsman will become True God in the future.

This is as expected.

These Human swordsmen, each one of them is a future Sovereign of an Immortal Sect, shouldering the life and death of countless people, the inheritance of countless ancestors, the expectations of countless sect cultivators, how could they follow without regret for simple likings?

Such inclination is already rare.

Indeed, as Sword Cultivators, they must know the source of everything is the sword in their hands, once possessing everything, losing the sword means losing everything, not to be confused by this dazzling display.

The banquet in the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace lasted several years.

During the various Sword Dances, Sword Fights, and skills and talents of many Taoists, the most stunning was the Heavenly Demon Dance by Joyous Union Holy Maiden, staying long in one’s heart unable to be calm.

The gaze of many Daoists became enamored, despite sensing danger, they were unwilling to look away.

Throughout the banquet, only Dari Swordsman and Fusang Saintess maintained calmness, quietly appreciating.

As the performance ended, many Human Race elites gradually departed.

”The time for the destruction of Ten Thousand Laws Emperor Heaven in history has arrived.”

”And now, Beidou Daozi, Beidou World Master Daoist Fruit, Hehuan Daozi, Yin Yang Desire Daoist Fruit have not yet been condensed, the two are still in life-and-death struggles, without a result.”

Fusang Saintess said softly.

The intelligence agency of the Vermilion Bird Star Realm has been closely monitoring all developments of Ten Thousand Laws Emperor Heaven.

”There are still three thousand six hundred years left for the two-thirds deadline I gave them.”

”However, they seem to be overly negligent?”

Jiang Ding frowned: ”Send these two fellow Taoists a greeting message, saying that three thousand six hundred years later, I will personally visit to seek instruction.”

He delivered two strands of sword Qi, which amid haziness transformed into two neatly inscribed greeting notes.

”Yes,”

”Your Majesty.”

Fusang Saintess took the greeting notes, intending to pass them to the Joyous Union Holy Maiden’s You Yan Mansion to handle.