Chapter 1012: The Price of Ants Provoking a Soul Transformation Heavenly Lord

Jiang Ding's gaze was calm.

He unfolded his blood-colored sword domain, his spiritual sense and sword intent landing on the array born from external force acting upon the Mo Ye family, calculating its nodes endlessly in his mind.

"Who?"

"Who dares invade the Mo Ye family?!"

In the instant the external enemy attacked, dozens of general-rank Jiao Mo Emperor Clan cultivators instantly soared into the sky, forming an array among themselves and combining with over a hundred thousand clan members into a military formation—all ages and genders included.

It was total mobilization; the weakest Jiao Mo Emperor Clan cultivators were all Qi Condensation rank, a race born for war.

Every general-rank Mo Ye family cultivator stared fixedly at the blood cloud, at that unknown king-rank cultivator.

When they saw his face was not a Jiao Mo Emperor Clan king, every Jiao Mo general simultaneously exhaled in relief, unconsciously adopting a condescending, superior posture.

"Blood River King,"

"You don't serve under Flame Stream Imperial Son—why are you here?"

"Leave at once, or don't blame me for reporting to our Ancestor."

An old Jiao Mo Emperor Clan general at peak rank, his single horn etched with vine patterns, looked down and scolded.

A general scolding a king.

Yet no one around felt anything amiss; many Jiao Mo Emperor Clan cultivators even grew eager, tempted to launch an attack and surround and kill the slave-race king.

This was the innate confidence of a realm-dominating race toward its subjugated slaves.

History had no shortage of cases where numerous Jiao Mo Emperor Clan generals commanded vast armies of hundreds of thousands, overpowering and killing slave-race kings.

Slave-race kings, though called kings, were nowhere near the strength of Jiao Mo Emperor Clan kings—their foundations were too hollow, their lineages incomplete, often lacking true king-rank power, hence called pseudo-kings.

"You're… Mo Ye Wu, the clan head?"

Jiang Ding carefully recognized the Jiao Mo Emperor Clan general at peak rank who had spoken, and said with sudden understanding.

Blood River King had interacted many times with Mo Ye Wu's clan head, for he had once managed Yan Shi family's tax collection and overseen the production of Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie's demonic poison spirit fruit.

In this regard, Yan Shi family trusted their slaves more than their own kin.

In past dealings, Blood River King, though a king, had bowed and scraped before Mo Ye Wu—except on matters of Yan Shi family taxes, he tolerated everything, and when he couldn't tolerate, he bit his teeth and swallowed it, continuing to tolerate.

That was the duty of a slave.

Even Yan Shi family, though fiercely protective of its taxes, did not wish for a slave who bullied Emperor Clan cultivators.

"Enough nonsense!"

"Blood River King, will you leave or not?"

Mo Ye Wu's hair and beard bristled as he coldly roared: "If you don't leave, you die here today!"

"No

right."

"No wonder you're Mo Ye Wu, my lord—still vigorous in old age, utterly majestic!"

Jiang Ding did not grow angry; he praised aloud.

These Jiao Mo Emperor Clan cultivators possessed a crystal-clear, stupid beauty.

"Blood River King,"

"Since you seek death, old man will send you on your way!"

Mo Ye Wu no longer held back; he coldly roared and activated the clan's protective array.

Crack!

Boom—

The Mo Ye family's colossal leaf, like a sky dome, suddenly split apart, forming thirty-six enormous ink-green heavenly blades, controlled by Mo Ye Wu and the battle array, slashing toward the blood-robed cultivator in the sky.

Mo Ye Sky Dome Thousand Blades Array!

This was the Mo Ye family's ancestral array, their military formation, inherited from the ancient era of the Great Emperors.

Back then, the Mo Ye family was an Emperor Clan, but they fell after their Imperial Son lost the Imperial Son War—just like Flame Stream Imperial Son in this age.

This family bore hatred toward Yan Shi family.

This was precisely why Cang Kong Imperial Son chose to lead three thousand elite guards to first descend into Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie.

At this moment, the sky dome split into thirty-six ink-green heavenly blades, drawing upon heaven and earth's great momentum and stormy winds, countless emerald poison mists dispersing, dissolving and destroying space—clearly, a Soul Transformation late-stage attack.

Even without a king present, its depth was terrifying.

Normally, even a late-stage Jiao Mo Emperor Clan king could not break through the Mo Ye family's ancestral array.

Let alone a slave-race king!

This was why Mo Ye Wu and others were so arrogant.

Clearly, Blood River King's latest intelligence had only circulated among Jiao Mo Emperor Clan kings, never trickling down to general-rank clan members—this was a matter of power.

"A king-rank late-stage array…"

"No hidden layered arrays concealed within."

At this moment, Jiang Ding had also completed his calculation of the array.

Of course, since Blood River King had no array knowledge, he would not use clever techniques or leverage small force against great weight.

He simply slowly drew his blood-colored longsword from his waist.

Clang!

A soft sword hum echoed through heaven and earth.

Nothing could stop it!

Space, poison mist, the battle array—even the thirty-six ink-green heavenly blades drawing upon heaven and earth's momentum—all useless, unable to hinder.

The sword hum softly resonated in Mo Ye Wu and others' hearts, filling them with icy dread, a fierce fear rising within.

"No, Blood River King, your power…"

Mo Ye Wu instantly sensed something was wrong, his eyes bulging as he stared deathly still at the front.

That

The thirty-six dark-green sky blades condensed from the Mo Ye Tianqian Thousand Slaughter Formation, whose power rivaled late-king-grade sky blades, suddenly froze.

It was as if they had become a painting, a mirror reflecting the real world.

The wind, the poison mist, the space, and even the people within it were all utterly rigid.

It felt like an instant, yet also as if a long time had passed.

Crack!

Within the frozen mirror-like space, a crack suddenly appeared; the thirty-six dark-green sky blades, the terrifying poison mist corroding the space, and the battle formation realm formed by over a hundred thousand Jiao Mo Di clan cultivators all shattered one by one as the crack spread, exploding into countless spiritual lights that vanished completely.

Boom!

Boom!

On the ground, the dome of the Mo Ye family shattered; the dark-green leaves, nurtured for countless years, broke apart; the earth veins and mountains surged like boiling water, rising into peaks; deep canyons, bottomless to the eye, tore open the earth; the ten-thousand-li land lay in ruins.

The very foundation of the entire formation had been utterly destroyed!

"Wah!"

Mo Ye Wu and dozens of General-grade cultivators were struck as if by a heavy hammer, spitting blood and retreating, their auras withering.

Thud!

The over hundred thousand Mo Ye family cultivators suffered even more miserably; fifty thousand Jiao Mo Di cultivators were backlashed by the formation, their bodies instantly exploding into a cloud of blood mist, their souls shattered as well.

With a single sword strike,

An entire clan was annihilated!

"Impossible!"

"Dong Xue He Wang!"

"Your strength! Your strength should not be like this!!!"

Mo Ye Wu screamed in terror, unable to believe what lay before his eyes.

Slave kings were often targets for their family to hone their battle formations; in the past, without even using a formation, they could defeat them after months of grinding with their battle formation!

Now, with the family formation added, how could they possibly fail?!

This is impossible!

Countless Jiao Mo Di clan cultivators were filled with terror, unwilling to believe what was happening before their eyes.

"Mo Ye Wu."

"You, a mere General-grade ant, a weak lifeform not even a thousand years old,"

"You have repeatedly called my name by name."

Jiang Ding sighed softly: "Such rudeness, such noise. Then, let me give you the punishment for your disrespect."

"How about your entire clan dying as the price?"

"Oh, by the way."

"This is all by the order of the Di Zi."

Clang~

Jiang Ding drew his sword once more.

A terrifying scent of blood, countless beams of blood light, spread across heaven and earth, cold and chilling, informing any living creature within that they were about to meet their destined death.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Dong Xue He Wang!"

Mo Ye Wu, the clan leader of the Mo Ye family, was filled with terror and shouted harshly: "Yan Liu Di Zi would absolutely never issue an order to annihilate a clan! Our Mo Ye family has committed no great crime! You are acting on your own!"

"Stop!"

"Wait for the Ancestor to return to answer your questions!"

"The Ancestor might yet be able to serve Yan Liu Di Zi again. Stop!"

Mo Ye Wu, voice hoarse from screaming, threatened harshly: "Dong Xue He Wang! If you dare to slaughter members of the Di clan, no one can save you; you will surely die, and even Yan Liu Di Zi cannot save you!"

"You lowly slave king!"

"Do not cut yourself off from the entire Di clan! Otherwise, you will be ground to dust and scattered, with no place to be buried!"

"Ridiculous."

"What does an ant like you understand?"

The hand holding Jiang Ding's sword showed no sign of stopping; he sneered: "The Mo Ye family has betrayed us again and again; they must all be slaughtered as an example to others."

"During the Di Zi War, many families were slaughtered; your Mo Ye family is not the only one."

Clang!

The blood-red sword light finally left its sheath.

A sword light, fast beyond visibility, filled heaven and earth, omnipresent, reaching every corner, arriving in the heart of every living creature.

"How dare you do this! You are merely a slave king..."

Mo Ye Wu's eyes nearly burst from his head, hatred driving him to madness.

Then, his body suddenly stiffened.

Not only him; around him, dozens of General-grade Jiao Mo Di clan cultivators, and nearly a hundred thousand Jiao Mo Di clan cultivators, all had their bodies stiffen.

A bloodline appeared simultaneously on their foreheads, splitting their single horns, slicing into their brows, killing all life force, their souls and spirits extinguished together.

The Jiao Mo Di clan, the Mo Ye family, every person a soldier.

Therefore, all died.

Not a single person survived.

This was the gift bestowed upon them by the Soul Transformation cultivator.

It was also the price they should pay for being mere ants yet provoking the Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun of the Human Race.