[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals":3,"chapter-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-101":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Cluster Artillery: Shattering the Immortals",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2342112,4578,"Chapter 101: Ten Flower Immortal","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-101",101,"\u003Cp>Jiang Ding was far enough away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their battle was not disturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a short time, several more strikes passed; Wu Ma Kong was forced back repeatedly, his internal qi chaotic and scattered, his grasp of “pressure” inferior to Li Qingyun’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Song Qing, seventh on the Dragon Phoenix List, assisting from the side, his situation grew worse by the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, during this delay, disciples of the Green Ox Palace and the Crimson Armor Iron Cavalry had purged the Divine Sword Society and other factions allied with the Marquis of Zhendong, and were now rapidly converging here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu Ma Kong, surrender. I will plead for your life before my Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qingyun struck with both palms simultaneously, one adhering, one releasing—two utterly distinct qi currents enveloped Wu Ma Kong front and back, like a giant grinding stone crushing his movements out of shape, his face flushed red, already internally injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ma Kong growled, dodged Song Qing’s sword qi with a swift sidestep, gathered black-gray internal qi at his fingertips, cold and sinister, and stabbed downward toward Li Qingyun’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stubborn to the end, then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qingyun shook his head, a hint of seriousness crossing his face, and unleashed a rapid series of palm strikes—four furious qi currents shattered the Yin Spirit Finger technique, encasing Wu Ma Kong from front to back and freezing his movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast one final glance at this young man, second only to him in the martial world, then struck with a palm swift as lightning toward Wu Ma Kong’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding showed keen interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Brother, be careful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qing’s face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ma Kong retreated backward until he reached the wall—behind him, a white sword wreathed in floral afterimages shot out with blinding speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midway through its flight, the blade split into ten distinct, colorful sword qi flowers, spinning rapidly, slicing the air, radiating a terrifying aura outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten Flower Immortal—Wan Qianyu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew when he had hidden here, a Senior of the Primordial Realm launching a surprise attack on a junior ranked on the Dragon Phoenix List!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Qing Daoren and Ku Shi refuse to expose the Green Robe Pavilion and find the true killer of my son, then I will kill your disciples and make you feel exactly what I feel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Qianyu’s white hair fluttered in the wind, her face twisted in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qingyun’s expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In haste, he shifted his palms, sending two furious qi currents crashing backward toward the ten radiant flower-like blades—though his internal qi could not fully gather, he still shattered six of the spinning sword qi flowers in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My son was once such a gifted youth…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Qianyu’s hatred deepened; the remaining four sword qi flowers shot straight toward Li Qingyun’s back, their stamens razor-sharp, spinning fast, easily piercing his internal qi shield and robes, sinking into flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qingyun screamed, unleashing all his internal qi, thrusting both palms forward again, barely blocking two of the razor-sharp stamens, then fled wildly away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Qianyu sneered, thrusting her sword—silent, piercing the air. In speed and sharpness, it far surpassed any single sword qi flower before, reaching Li Qingyun’s back in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To launch a surprise attack as a Primordial Realm expert, fully committed—this man had every right to be proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qing panicked, realizing all was lost, turned to flee—but a cold black shadow blocked his path, a black-gray finger qi stabbing straight at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend! Save me! The Green Ox Palace will reward you handsomely!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qing’s sword qi was pierced through—he gasped, then shouted toward the direction Li Qingyun had warned him about: whoever could slip in silently must have some skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no one there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A genius far surpassing me may perish here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around another corner, Jiang Ding watched silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for saving? What’s the point? In the martial world, one lives by the sword, dies by the sword—killing others, being killed in turn, is normal. Righteous and demonic paths are all the same filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword’s chime, rich with spiritual resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding seemed to see a longsword soaring through the clouds, its entire life devoted to freedom, never yielding—even as death approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this… touching the threshold of Sword Intent?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding’s expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no blind spot in his knowledge: Sword Intent meant a martial artist or cultivator’s soul had undergone a specialized transformation in sword Dao, subtly altering its structure to manifest abilities far beyond peers in that specific sword path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such individuals were prodigies even among the Immortal Sects beyond the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Immortal Gates? Extremely rare—rarely. The Immortal Gates treated cold weapons as mere tools for refining the spirit; they never produced such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword shadow before him carried just such a quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon closer look, Li Qingyun’s jade pendant shattered—a sword qi shadow flew out, effortlessly cleaving through Wan Qianyu’s full Primordial qi blade, straight toward her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qing Daoren!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the sword qi shadow, Wan Qianyu’s fear surged uncontrollably. Facing death, she used her fingers as a sword, gathering all her Primordial qi, surrounded by countless floral afterimages, barely lifting upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They collided—a grating, teeth-chilling metallic screech. The weakened sword qi shadow was finally blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not pierce her throat, but sliced diagonally across her body, barely carving a shallow wound across her chest, spilling a flood of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Qianyu’s face showed terror; she used qi to seal the wound. Fortunately, after multiple uses, the remaining sword qi was scarce—otherwise, even a skin-deep cut would have killed her instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding stared fixedly at the fading sword qi shadow, his heart shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A normal Primordial martial artist, if not kept at distance and kited, can pose a serious threat to a Qi Refining mid-stage cultivator. Yet a Master can casually unleash a sword qi from long ago and nearly kill her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what power does a Master possess?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qi Refining late stage? No, far beyond—definitely Qi Refining peak. Not even a weakling among Qi Refining peak cultivators.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened to make a martial artist rival a Qi Refining peak cultivator?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding marveled, no longer daring to underestimate the accumulated martial arts of a world spanning countless years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Criminal of the Imperial Court—Wan Qianyu is here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first group of twenty-plus Crimson Armor cavalry arrived, their eyes gleaming with greed as they saw the white-haired woman, chest bleeding profusely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill Wan Qianyu, and be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lance up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risk was instantly ignored; the two sergeants exchanged glances, roared in unison, spurred their mounts to peak speed, raising their three-meter lances high, then angled them downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Charge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over twenty Crimson Armor cavalry charged forward—sergeants and corporals all Inner Qi stage, soldiers all fully refined in Body Tempering, no less formidable than Chen Chen’s elite troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron lances like a forest, like a cage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foolish!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Qianyu said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her figure flashed—suddenly beside the charging cavalry, a sword qi wreathed in floral afterimages swept through, severing the heads of several soldiers, spraying blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sergeants were terrified, wheeling their horses to attack—only to find she had vanished. In their peripheral vision, streaks of floral sword qi flashed—then their throats burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her wound isn’t as severe as it seems.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One sergeant thought bitterly, his vision darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining Crimson Armor cavalry’s morale shattered; they scattered in all directions, one by one cut down within moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One rider, panicked and lost, crashed through a wooden door, revealing two terrified siblings inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great hero, spare us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out of the way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Armor rider didn’t even look at them—he spurred his horse past, smashing through the back door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white sword brutally severed his throat; his head flew off, hot blood splattering over the siblings, sending them screaming in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, don’t cry—this grandmother came to save us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy retained remarkable composure, covering his sister’s mouth, smiling pleadingly at the old woman before them—her hair white, face wrinkled, yet skin as pink and tender as a child’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandmother? Who’s your grandmother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Qianyu said coldly, raising her sword to cut off both tiny heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two annoying brats—nowhere near as lovely as you were, You’er.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson flying sword appeared out of nowhere, wreathed in scorching sword qi, forcing her blade back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Qianyu whirled around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, a disheveled middle-aged swordsman stared at her, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>",1412,"2026-06-20T23:34:14.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4956ff1297df4e07ad2a5ab5e30f7136edf0765a8a7a59812e4f3a7cbc7a5789","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-102","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-100",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cover.jpg"]