Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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"Shuoyang Ancestor Master..."

Jiang Ding silently recited this name in his heart.

"Who knows if this person, after ten thousand years, is still alive and what level of achievement he has reached in the Way of Cause and Effect?"

Indeed.

The ancestor of many families in the Northern Plains, the master who led the Luoxu Clan to its zenith, if not surprisingly, should be the same person.

It's just unknown why, over ten thousand years ago, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch chose to destroy the Luoxu Clan and fill the preserved sects of the Northern Plains with his descendants, successfully taking over like cuckoos in the nest.

The Liudao Sect, perhaps wasn't like this ten thousand years ago, purely made up of the six major surnames including Yin and Hei.

After spending some time, Dizifeng Peak was thoroughly searched.

"Regrettably, there is not a trace of Immortal Technique clues..."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly, stood up, and flew towards the Book Pavilion of the Luoxu Clan, where the likelihood of finding clues to Immortal Techniques was even higher.

Behind him,

a streak of blood shadow slowly followed up, silently spreading from the ground up.

Quite strange.

The blood shadow was vividly red and stinking, it should have been spotted from thousands of kilometers away. Yet, it involuntarily became overlooked, as if unseen.

Divine Sense, eyes, mouth and nose, touch, all five senses were shrouded and veiled, as if they completely did not exist.

The blood shadow crawled up from his feet to the waist, then leisurely climbed up the spine, to the neck, and then reached the back of the head, slowly spreading over the entire skull.

From a distance, it seemed like a crimson hand was wrapping around the head of an ordinary-looking young man, covering eyes, nose, and mouth.

Strangely, the young man seemed oblivious, still flying, occasionally frowning in thought.

"It's done."

Blood Hand Demon Li Tu felt a sense of relief in his heart.

After advancing to Golden Pill, the technique fused into his Golden Pill and elevated to Divine Abilities was named Obscuring Blood River Hand.

This was a secret technique from the once thriving diabolical sect, the Blood River Sect from ten thousand years ago. Not only was it formidable, capable of extracting and refining blood from cultivators and mortals alike to enhance itself, but upon ascending to Divine Abilities, it also possessed the effect of 'Spider Network Tianji Hook'.

Once enveloped bit by bit by the Blood Jade Palm, undetected, the victim would be dragged into the palm, unwittingly having their mana and Divine Soul sealed, turning Golden Pill Monks into sheep waiting to be slaughtered, cutting life and death in an instant.

The name Blood Hand Demon originated from this palm, countless Golden Pill Monks of the Northern Plains clans assassinated by this technique, unable to fight back.

Even Li Tu was determined in his heart that if a Patriarch Nascent Soul allowed the Obscuring Blood River Hand to envelop him, he would surely inflict heavy damage, thus potentially achieving the grand feat of slaying higher-ranked beings.

Now, facing a Golden Pill, there was naturally nothing to worry about.

"Tushan Sword Cultivator, your strength is also commendable, able to slay General Sheep Horn and thirty-odd Golden Pill monks without letting them send out a message."

"It's just a pity that you do not recognize fate, thus deserving this calamity."

Blood Hand Demon Li Tu sneered, the Blood Jade Palm enveloping the head tightened slightly, making the skull creak, twist, and deform, and he said indifferently, "According to my older brother's orders, if you can evade my assassination, then you are worthy of being invited by us to become the third knight of Blood Cloud, with the honorary title of Blood Sword General."

"Now, however, you fall short."

Li Tu's voice turned cold: "Release your Divine Sense, and allow me to leave a Spirit Consciousness Restriction, to serve for three hundred years, then you may live."

After three hundred years, I will grant you a way out, along with the Nascent Soul Cultivation Method, Nascent Soul Opportunity."

"Otherwise, death."

"Tushan friend, you have three breaths' time to make your choice."

There was no response.

Li Tu did not mind this, knowing that famous individuals usually had pride, and asking them to beg was unrealistic, but when it truly came down to life and death, many would weigh their pride against their life and often yield.

If they don't yield, then they don't yield.

Three breaths passed in an instant, enough time for a Golden Pill Monk to ponder thousands of times.

"Tushan friend, you have quite the unyielding spirit."

Li Tu praised, and the Blood Palm suddenly tightened, clenching into a fist.

"Then die."

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Boom!

The head shattered, countless shards of bone and flesh splattered in all directions.

"What a shame, to waste a fine sword..."

Li Tu couldn't help but feel regret, as a vortex formed in his Blood Palm, the splattered blood and bone fragments returned, drawing essence from them. The blood and bones of a Sword Intent Sword Cultivator would surely enhance the refinement of his Blood Palm.

"No essence of blood energy?"

He suddenly paused, looking at his own palm.

The stench of blood and rotting flesh and bone broke down into specks of Spiritual Light, dissipating everywhere, leaving nothing behind, becoming nothing at all.

"Not good..."

The Blood Hand Demon Li Tu was shocked, about to shout something, when he felt a sudden pain in his chest.

Looking down,

a silver-white sword tip had appeared, unnoticed, at his chest, piercing through flesh and impaling his heart.

Even more terrifying, a vicious Sword Qi of Soul-shattering Annihilation filled his body in an instant, rushing towards his Golden Pill, bones, meridians, and even living things like hair and teeth.

"Spare me!"

"Tu Shan, my friend, I was only jesting."

The Blood Hand Demon's face was a mix of tears and laughter, bitterness to the extreme.

Boom!

His body exploded violently, turning into droplets of fresh blood that flew in all directions, dense and numerous, amounting to as many as thirty thousand, the surroundings like a rain of blood, each and every drop of blood indistinguishable from the other.

Even a Nascent Soul Monk might not be able to discern them in an extremely short amount of time.

Blood Droplets!

This was his Blood Path escape technique obtained alongside the Obscuring Blood River Hand, which once allowed him to escape from a Nascent Soul Monk's grasp, earning fame across the Northern Plains, and the title Blood Hand Demon.

"All flash, no substance."

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword, paying no attention to the blood rain around him, picked up the storage bag, concealed his form once again, and vanished from sight, continuing on his way.

For him, all Li Tu's twisting and turning thoughts meant nothing, he had already spotted Li Tu's approach early on, but ignored it, not wanting to waste time on something worthless.

Since Li Tu had come to him, Jiang Ding simply struck with his sword.

A few breaths later, the tens of thousands of blood droplets that had flown a few kilometers suddenly paused, each sporting a silver-white slash mark at their center.

At that moment, the Sword Qi erupted, obliterating all signs of life.

Trails of ash fluttered down, covering the sky, a sight to behold.

"Hm?"

Now over ten li away from the original location, concealed in the low sky, Jiang Ding came to a halt, a hint of surprise showing on his face.

A few breaths earlier, he had already killed the Blood Hand Demon Li Tu, annihilating his Divine Soul and Golden Pill, and the cockroach-like Blood Path body, without leaving anything behind.

That was beyond doubt.

No Golden Pill Monk could escape the detection of the Sword Intent of Destruction.

But now, a surge of the Sword Intent of Destruction had suddenly appeared over two thousand kilometers away, clinging onto some creature's Divine Soul like a relentless disease, and from its vicinity, a Blood Path aura similar to that of the Blood Hand Demon Li Tu emerged.

"A resurrection technique..."

"Interesting indeed."

Jiang Ding's expression was cold as he looked towards a location more than two thousand kilometers away.

The Sword Intent of Destruction, once contaminated, would not cease until death, at least for those below the Nascent Soul level; undying and persistent, it lodged itself deep in the remnants of the Divine Consciousness Sea, impervious to any resurrection secret technique.

Only death awaited.

Or, one must possess a Blood Spirit Holy Body like Mu Tiansnow, a Daoist Body talent that could block it.

Clearly, the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights, though their fortunes were astounding, did not possess such means.