Chapter 1034: Beyond Humanity, All Races of the Realms Are Barbarians

Jiang Ding spat blood as he staggered backward; the Blood River he relied upon for immortality had been evaporated, shrinking rapidly.

"This is!"

"Sword Dao... the Fourth Realm!"

Jiang Ding raised his head, looking at the single-horned Demon God phantom behind the Cang Kong Imperial Son, who was charging over in a frenzy to kill, and at that Heaven Blade filled with madness and scorching heat.

All the myriad realms of cold weapons in the world can be subsumed under Sword Dao!

No matter what names they themselves bear—Blade Mountain realm, Blade Flow realm, or any other appellations born from the customs, cultures, and civilizations of their respective races—exceedingly complex.

Yet their core is the Sword Dao realm!

Because Sword Dao has delved too deeply within the Immortal Dao civilization.

No matter how bizarre and strange a blade art, one can always find its shadow within Sword Dao; the most scientific and accurate method of categorization is to name the blade art realms after their corresponding sword art realms.

Now, something shocking happened.

A member of the Horned Demon Imperial Race—a barbaric sort of race—yes, the human race's Sword Dao cultivators are always this arrogant.

They believe their own race's sword arts are unrivaled under heaven; any race beyond humanity, no matter how strong or how brilliant its civilization, must be a barbaric race on the path of Sword Dao—uncivilized savages—bearing an open and undisguised racial prejudice.

Yet now,

a Soul Transformation-tier powerhouse of the Horned Demon Imperial Race had actually comprehended the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao—the Indestructible Realm!

This was simply like a fantasy tale.

Can you even wield a sword properly?

Your Horned Demon Imperial Race's hands are covered in scales, rough beyond compare, utterly unsuited to gripping a sword; moreover, your limbs are overdeveloped and your minds are simple, half of your brains being muscle—how could you possibly comprehend a Fourth Realm sword art in a discipline that demands such extreme skill, such extreme tempering of the Dao Heart and Sword Heart?!!

"Die!"

"Die die die…"

The Demon Flame Giant that the Cang Kong Imperial Son had become went utterly berserk, paying no heed to the Blood Robe Daoist's shock; embracing the giant pillar of flame, together with the single-horned Demon God's Heaven Blade, he cleaved down once more.

Though berserk, he could easily locate the true body of Dong Xue He Wang hidden among the countless Blood Rivers.

Boom!

The flame pillar and demon blade once again sent the deep-red flying sword flying, slashing the Blood Robe Daoist until he spat blood and staggered back; ten thousand tributaries of the Blood River steamed in the terrifying heat, the fresh-blood river water that symbolized the Blood Dao cultivator's life boiled away by half, continuously evaporating, exposing withered spatial riverbeds, ceaselessly shrinking.

Boom!

Boom boom!

The Blood Robe Daoist was cleaved three times in the blink of an eye, his body continually retreating, his Blood River continually contracting, the riverbeds withering, his aura continually declining.

He was drawing ever closer to death!

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"You! How dare you attack me with sword arts!"

"With sword arts!!!"

Jiang Ding spat fresh blood, tumbling through the void like a ball, yet suddenly erupted in fury—utterly enraged, completely losing his composure.

He had been beaten by a barbarian with a sword!

"What nerve you have!"

"What nerve you have!"

"Your name is Cang Yan, isn't it? Remember this! I've already remembered you!"

Jiang Ding looked as if he'd been beaten senseless; his eyes didn't even register the Cang Kong Imperial Son, his gaze fixed dead on that single-horned Demon God phantom totem, and beneath his icy expression, his heart raged and cursed on and on.

Boom!

The Demon Flame Giant that the Cang Kong Imperial Son had become surged forward once more, the flame pillar and demon blade descending again with overwhelming madness and demonic intent.

He cared nothing for Ren De Xiang Fa.

On the contrary, the angrier the enemy, the more they cursed, the more delighted he felt.

A powerful foe cursing him.

This was the greatest joy in the world!

This was more pleasurable than obtaining a peerless beauty to toy with at leisure; a beauty was utterly worthless before a dying powerful foe—like a speck of dust.

"Dong Xue He Wang, die!"

The Cang Kong Imperial Son roared coldly.

His path of the Ancient Emperor was severed; yet this foreign-race peerless prodigy was about to die as well, which gave him a sliver of comfort—using it as a fulcrum, he was forced to begin accepting reality.

"Die?"

"Hmph."

Jiang Ding gave a light snort and said coldly: "You should not have used sword arts—especially not before me. That was your mistake."

As he spoke, he did not look at the Cang Kong Imperial Son, but gazed at the single-horned Demon God totem.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword once more.

This time, it was unlike any previous draw.

At the instant he drew his sword, the entire world seemed to fall silent; the wind, the shattering space, even the berserk Demon Flame Giant charging in to kill all showed a momentary, nearly imperceptible pause.

Then, between heaven and earth, brilliant, dazzling blood-light bloomed!

Rumble!

Rumble rumble…

Heaven and earth trembled!

The starry sky trembled!

Amid the resplendent blood-light, within the endless blood clouds, a crimson blood-sun tore through space, broke through the blood clouds, and for the first time appeared in the sky above Jiao Jiao Mingyu.

This blood-sun was supremely brilliant, supremely scorching, carrying an aura of slaughter and destruction.

She brought endless crimson radiance to the world!

At this moment, within a radius of several thousand li, everything transformed into a kingdom of fresh blood. The blood qi of the Demon Flame Giant no longer carried the effect of dispelling evil and breaking laws; in an instant it was drowned by waves that seemed like light, yet also like a river of blood.

Every step the Demon Flame Giant

took, it faced tremendous resistance, forced to cleave through a blood river as vast as the sea to advance, its speed growing slower and slower, slower and slower.

In the end, its speed even came to a halt, unable to advance a single inch further.

The Demon Flame Giant, behind which stood the totem phantom of the One-Horned Demon God, was surrounded and engulfed by endless blood-light and endless blood river, unable to break free.

"This…"

"What is this?"

Cang Kong Di Zi cried out involuntarily.

This was a higher realm of swordsmanship!

Within the Immortal Sword realm, there were likewise distinctions—high and low, upper and lower.

This was a long road; many people were trapped within this realm their entire lives. Countless cultivators possessed it—killing kin, killing sons, killing all under heaven—giving everything yet unable to break through.

Yet some people walked this road as if strolling through a leisurely garden, walking as casually as taking a walk.

"I told you—this is swordsmanship!"

Jiang Ding murmured.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan, like barbaric savages—how could they possibly wield swordsmanship well?

Merely showing off one's slight skill before an expert.

Of course, he did not truly speak such words aloud, because he was a polite person, taught so since childhood, always mindful of his own bearing.

His hand swept downward.

Boom!

The blood-sun illuminated the world!

A crimson morning sun was born, a blazing noon sun bloomed, and then thunderously fell, descending toward Cang Kong Di Zi who was trapped within the waves of the blood river. The terrifying destructive blood-light enveloped the world, sword intent deep and blood-soaked, freezing everything in place—struggling as ridiculously as insects trapped in amber.

Insect, you are going to die!

This contempt, this innate arrogance of sword cultivators, laid bare for all to see, was enough to drive one mad with fury.

As if one were an ant, a pig or dog!

One was born to die beneath the sword; nothing could change that.

"Servant!"

"A servant!"

Cang Kong Di Zi and the totem phantom of the One-Horned Demon God behind him were both enraged. This humiliation, for an imperial clan's imperial son who always regarded himself as lofty and supreme, was simply more maddening than death itself.

This was a tremendous disgrace to the imperial clan, to warriors!

"Burn!"

Cang Kong Di Zi roared.

He steeled himself, instantly igniting his essence blood. His aura surged violently, pitch-black demon flames rising hundreds of zhang high, emanating a terrifying presence.

Then, he actually temporarily set aside his wariness, pouring all his power together into the demon god totem behind him.

The phantom of the One-Horned Demon God totem paused slightly, then revealed a faint, gentle smile.

"Little brother…"

The One-Horned Demon God totem slowly gripped the illusory demon blade with both hands.

Hum!

In that instant, blade intent arose!

Within this blade intent lay the utmost of domineering force—dominion over all beneath heaven, none but oneself supreme, all beings should submit, all should lay down their lives beneath the blade!

Merely the aura of the blade intent pushed aside the ceaselessly churning blood waves around the Demon Flame Giant, forming a void space ten thousand zhang across, untouchable by all laws.

The freezing of the world was likewise broken, allowing one to gaze directly upon the destructive blood-sun falling from the sky.

Clang!

The One-Horned Demon God totem drew its blade and, facing the sky, slashed down with a single strike.

Beneath this blade, his pitch-black horn fell away, merging into the blade body as one. The unique ten-thousand-zhang Chaotic Indestructible Space peculiar to Horned Demon Imperial Clan experts continuously shrank, shrank boundlessly, and finally merged into the blade body, transforming into transparent ripples, emanating an incomparably dangerous aura—soul-severing, spirit-slaying, slaughtering all living beings.

"Servant, remember well—this is the greatest honor of your life."

"This blade is named Immortal-Severing."

The One-Horned Demon God totem spoke slowly.

This blade strike was named Immortal-Severing!

This was the blade art personally created by Cang Yan Gu Di's most outstanding offspring, one of the strongest imperial sons of Jiao Jiao Mingyu—Cang Yan Gu Di Zi—using the Chaotic Indestructible Space unique to the Horned Demon Imperial Clan as the blade edge, capable of cleaving all things.

Since this blade art was created, Cang Yan Gu Di Zi had never suffered defeat in any imperial son battle; even when facing other ancient emperor's sons, he had never fallen into a disadvantageous position. He was called by many one of the strongest imperial sons, a being who would surely ascend to ancient emperor in the future.

His talent was so outstanding, unrivaled throughout Jiao Jiao Mingyu.

This was precisely the reason Cang Yan Gu Di hesitated, never truly able to make up his mind to wholeheartedly support his beloved son.

Whoosh!

At this moment, as the One-Horned Demon God phantom swung down, the blade in its hand seemed to transform into an invisible stream of spatial light.

It was not that the blade had become invisible—it had completely vanished!

It also seemed to have dispersed throughout the entire world, omnipresent, all-pervading, strangling all things of heaven and earth, all beings both tangible and intangible.

The profound mystery of this blade art utterly terrified the various kings, already beyond the realm of comprehension.

However, the Blood Sun plummeting from the sky paid no heed to whatever profundity it possessed.

No matter what enemy, no matter what demons or monsters, it came crashing down—Blood Sun blazing between heaven and earth, Blood Sun descending from the sky, bearing the utmost and purest will to slaughter and destroy, crashing down.

A blade, formless and intangible, without a body?

Then blast the entire heaven and earth to smithereens!

The entire void—shatter every single thing that could serve as a vessel for the Severing Immortal blade!

Boom!

The blood-colored blazing sun plunged from the heavens, landing atop the head of the demonic flame giant formed by the Cang Kong Emperor Son. Though the demonic flame giant's muscles were knotted and bulging, mighty and terrifying, hideously savage—enough to make any onlooker's soul shatter from the sight.

Yet beneath the Blood Sun, he appeared so utterly insignificant, so humble, as if in the next second he would be crushed to death like an ant.

This was not a resemblance—this was the truth.

An intense terror welled up in the Cang Kong Emperor Son's heart.

Clang!

Lord Dingding Lord Dingding Lord Dingding……

In the instant the demonic flame giant formed by the Cang Kong Emperor Son was about to be crushed like a stink bug, a crystalline sound like silver bells rang out in the void.

It was, strikingly, blade after blade of transparent, formless blades, dissolved into space yet independent of space!

The blade-lights blotted out the sky in numbers beyond count, filling every inch of one's field of vision—an infinity of blades, their number without end.

The Blood Sun plunged into the swarm of spatial blades, and sharp sounds of blade meeting blade rang out one after another.

As if in that single instant, blade and blade had already clashed and slashed at each other hundreds of thousands of times, life and death facing each other, swordsmen and sabremen staking everything they had, beginning the most primal and bloodiest slaughter.

Hundreds of thousands of blade-lights and sword-lights, hundreds of thousands of contests of killing—it did not last long.

In an instant, a result emerged.

"This… impossible…"

The pupils of the One-Horned Demon God totem contracted slightly.

In that instant, the slaughter between hundreds of thousands of blade-lights and sword-lights reached a certain extreme.

Boom!

One transparent, formless spatial blade shattered, then several thousand spatial blades bore the strain to the limit and shattered one after another, and finally hundreds of thousands of spatial blades all broke apart!

This blade, which claimed to sever immortals—shattered!

"Hahaha!"

"Nothing more than this. You… also dare to claim to sever immortals?"

Jiang Ding laughed aloud.

His voice brimmed with endless mockery, as if he had seen a blood-drinking, flesh-eating ignorant primitive brazenly prattling on about quantum physics.

Boom!

The blood-colored blazing sun, shrunk by a large margin, broke through everything!

She descended from the heavens, slamming head-on into the body of the demonic flame giant formed by the Cang Kong Emperor Son—in an instant shattering ten thousand zhang of chaotic indestructible space, in an instant breaking through the obstruction of the One-Horned Demon God's phantom, and slamming into the demonic flame giant's chest.

It pierced straight through his chest!

A hole, open from front to back, appeared in the demonic flame giant's chest, the wound's edges glazed with the luster of colored glass.

In that instant, the demonic flame giant's aura plummeted like a cliff.

In that instant, at least ten Horned Demon Imperial Clan kings within the battle formation died without a sound, their souls utterly destroyed, no longer possessing any trace of life.