Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Over thirty Golden Pill Monks were dumbfounded.

Then, they felt a surge of anger rise from the soles of their feet all the way to the crown of their heads, heating their three vital souls and seven mortal forms to an unbearable scalding temperature, their eyes blood-red.

They had been attacking the Formation Method of Dizifeng Peak, expending untold efforts.

And this person arrived, merely lifting his lips, plotting to take it all away.

What kind of reasoning was that?

"Kill him..."

Without the need for further words, the crowd unleashed a barrage of Magic and Treasures, locking on with Divine Sense, ready to ensure his escape–even with wings–would be impossible, teaching him in the underworld the principle of 'who pops their head out first gets their head rotten'.

"Hold on."

At this moment, an old man with a goat beard interjected.

This person seemed to hold immense prestige; as soon as he spoke, the surrounding people immediately ceased their attacks, and there was an orderly appearance to their halt.

Jiang Ding was somewhat surprised.

In his Divine Sense Scanning, these thirty-some people practiced all kinds of Cultivation Methods—Diabolism, Blood Path, and all five elements; their overall aura was chaotic with no rhyme or reason. He thought they were a hastily gathered crowd.

"Who might you be, fellow Daoist? Would you be so kind as to leave a name?"

The goat-bearded elder cupped his hands, asking.

"A person of no repute."

Jiang Ding responded indifferently.

Ownerless fortunes are there for those destined to claim them.

As a righteous, kind, and pure sixteen-year-old boy, he would not initiate an attack on those who were not openly hostile; that was the line he drew for himself.

"A person of no repute, ha ha, you seem quite stingy with your own name, fellow Daoist..."

The goat-bearded elder chuckled.

"Kill."

Boom!

In a blink of an eye, over thirty Golden Pill Monks struck simultaneously, and with a moment to prepare and adjust, they actually produced Array Patterns among themselves, forming some kind of Army Formation.

The people of various Cultivation Methods, Magic, and Treasures, at this moment, without distinction between you and me, joined forces in a torrential deluge of Magic that was overwhelmingly more potent than their disparate attacks!

Their combined aura, quite surprisingly, approached that of a nascent Nascent Soul Stage.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Clang!

He drew his sword, and slashed.

A streak of silver light, quietly emerged.

At first it was but a sliver, yet in the blink of an eye it enveloped the sky, one sword falling.

Before the sword, intent took precedence.

The spreading Destruction Sword Intent defined the realm of spirit and Magic elimination, the torrential Magic and Treasures's Spiritual Light suddenly dimmed, as though struck by a calamity of Magic's end, their speed and power dropped by more than just a notch.

"What is this?"

Terror took root in the hearts of the many Golden Pill Monks.

Then, they all roared in anger, driven by hundreds of years of life-or-death experience, recklessly Burning their Mana, pouring it all into their Treasures and Magic, struggling to reignite the dimmed Spiritual Light slightly.

It wasn't that they didn't want to do more,

Like Burning Essence Blood, no one would spare it in the face of fear.

But, it was too fast!

There simply wasn't enough time!

That streak of silver light, at first was seen in the Divine Sense.

At the second glance, it was already upon the deluge-like Magic and Treasures, the nearly solidified Sword-light slashed through the Magic, pierced through the heaps of Treasures, arriving in front of everyone's throats, in front of their shields.

And, it passed right through them.

Silence fell upon this place in an instant.

Only the whistling of the wind blowing remained.

The sound of Treasures breaking through the air, the roar of Golden Pill Monks, the explosion of the Hundred Flame Bird's Magic... all these were no more.

The surge of Magic stalled, Treasures froze, as if they were like they were frozen in place.

A few moments later,

Dingling dingling...

The solidified magic silenty collapsed, not even a spark of magic glyph exploding forth, disappearing as if it were a mere bubble.

Weapons like knives, spears, swords, and seals, now dimmed in spiritual light, fell, each marked with a light sword scar. The will to destroy had seeped deep within, shattering the Array Patterns of Earth Evil Prohibition inside the treasures.

Thud, thud!

Following the weapons, Golden Pill Monks flying low in the sky had dimmed spiritual light in their eyes, a shallow sword scar across their throats, their bodies falling to the ground one after another.

The fiercely tempered Law Bodies of the Golden Pill Monks were still undamaged, and their complexions still rosy, almost as if their Vital Souls were present.

But inside their bodies, meridians, bones, flesh, and Elixir Fields had all turned to mash, completely destroyed by the supremely concentrated Destruction Sword Qi, leaving not a hint of life, just a complete outer shell of blood-stained skin.

"Who... who are you?"

Not all had perished.

The cultivator with the highest cultivation base, an old man with a goat beard, fell from the sky, uncontrollably spitting out blood, filled with immense fear, which did not match the composure he had when he lightly uttered the word 'kill' earlier.

"Not dead?"

Jiang Ding stared in surprise, then sighed slightly.

This one strike, where he had gathered his strength for a long time, cutting with extremity, and he still could not kill more than thirty Golden Pills with one slash, leaving one alive.

Looking at the ground again, many treasures only had parts of their Earth Evil Prohibition damaged, temporarily losing their function, with potential for repair.

This meant that if they encountered a cultivator practicing the Blood Path, or someone who has unified with their Life Treasure through the Cultivation Method, there could still be a chance of survival after patching up their Life Treasures.

Ultimately, it was not the original form.

Jiang Ding raised his sword hilt again.

"Your Excellency!"

"Tushan Sword Cultivator, Your Excellency!"

The late-stage Golden Pill Monk with the goat beard felt a profound fear, his Divine Soul rapidly operating amidst the threat of death, finally finding a shred of relevant information within his Sea of Consciousness.

Master of Tushan Immortal City, Tushan Sword Cultivator!

The one who had once escaped from the hands of a Nascent Soul Monk, Tushan Sword Cultivator!

"I have been blind to Mount Tai, please forgive my offense!"

As blood uncontrollably seeped from the corner of the goat beard old man's mouth, drenching his chest, he disregarded it and urgently said, "I am the Eleventh General of the Blood Cloud, General Sheep Horn, tasked by my lord to form the Blood King Army..."

"Blood King Army?"

Jiang Ding, about to bring his sword down, was taken aback.

The Great Sun Sword Sect and the Great Sun Dharma Sect had divided the rule of the Northern Plains' families, protected by Royal Court Dragon Qi—he could understand that.

It was a force that could outright break the alliance of righteous and demonic forces. If not for their internal split, they would have unified the Northern Plains by now.

Now, a Loose Cultivator from Blood Cloud has the audacity to raise an army, thinking the Northern Plains families' blades are dull?

For a moment, his gaze became extremely dangerous.

"We have the support of a powerful backer!"

The old man with the goat beard rapidly said, "I do not know which force it is, perhaps they wish to create chaos within the righteous and demonic alliance, but it is certain, and this Army Formation that could unite us all was given by them."

"You, like our lord, are an Elite of the Northern Plains."

The old man with the goat beard sincerely said, "If you seek the Nascent Soul path, we should work together, fight for our place, turn the Northern Plains families upside down, and not allow any more rifts to form."

"I am willing to be your guide."

He struggled to stand up, bowed deeply, with a very earnest posture.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding smiled slightly, "Then what about these Golden Pill Monks I've killed? How should we count them?

"They're just grass cultivators,"

replied the old man with the goat beard without hesitation. "In today's Northern Plains, if rumors of Nascent Soul Cultivation Methods are leaked, this kind of Golden Pill Cultivator is abundant—those born in the Northern Plains, those from all kinds of remote places, there are as many as you need."

"These people will not affect the relationship between you and our lord."

"Hmm, grass cultivators,"

Jiang Ding nodded.

With a flick of his finger, a flying sword with a silver glow shot out, piercing through the eyebrow of the old man with the goat beard.

Destruction Sword Qi surged in, obliterating the Divine Soul and the vitality of the body, as the old man slowly fell, his face full of disbelief.

"Grass cultivators? I am also a grass cultivator from a remote place."