Chapter 1100: Lei Bu Tianbing Tianjiang Purify Demonic Evils

"Barbarians of the lower realm, truly ignorant of propriety!"

The Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun and Xuejiang Canghai Tianjun flew into a rage, swept their sleeves and departed, abandoning all hope of manipulating these three earthbound Soul Transformation cultivators as cannon fodder.

Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun's face twisted in bitterness.

But he dared not complain to Chong Chong Guang Zi, especially since their goal had already been achieved—even if by such crude means.

……

Communication between Canghai Tianjun unfolded entirely within their spiritual awareness; though it seemed prolonged, it had actually completed vast amounts of information exchange in an instant.

The green-robed youth and the Lei Bu Tianbing Tianjiang, alongside the demon-blood lake, remained locked in standoff.

"Friend Master Tushan."

"I shall not ask which upper realm sect you hail from—this is indeed a secret, not for casual disclosure."

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun smiled warmly: "Friend, do you know whence the 'Zhenzong' in our sect's name, Nine Xiao Divine Thunder Zhenzong, originates? What is its historical root?"

"Oh? What is its origin?"

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

Instantly, Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun and Xuejiang Canghai Tianjun froze.

They exchanged a glance, confirming something.

"Friend, it seems you truly do not know."

"This is common knowledge—not a secret. I shall tell you."

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun's smile grew even gentler: "Thirty-nine ten thousand years ago, the Xianzong survived the great calamity, established cosmic order, and divided sect hierarchies. Numerous Xianzong factions reached consensus, instituting ranks: Xianzong, Daozong, Zhenzong… all sects, great and small, must abide—none dare defy."

"For instance, the Blood Lake where Xuejiang Daoist hails from is actually called Xuehu Shigu Shan Zhenzong—only habitually shortened to the former."

"This divine law is known to all in this realm, save mortals—every Qi Condensation cultivator knows it."

He spoke slowly.

"So that's how it is. There's such a system."

Jiang Ding suddenly understood.

This was the mystery of boundless space and time's separation.

Even the most ordinary matter, after such terrifying separation, becomes an ultimate secret—even Soul Transformation giants cannot glimpse even a fraction, helpless before it.

"This is common knowledge."

"Friend, if you do not even know such common knowledge…"

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun's amiable smile slowly, slowly faded: "Then you are truly an earthbound native."

"This divine technique is indeed mysterious and unfathomable, its power limitless."

"It can transform crude, ignorant, arrogant earthbound ants into Soul Transformation prodigies, suppressing even our upper realm cultivators."

"Truly astonishing."

"Yet,"

"Ants, in the end, are just ants."

"Ants!"

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun's face instantly turned icy, murderous intent radiating, all smiles vanished.

Boom—

The Lei Bu Tianbing Tianjiang, a million-strong army of the Nine Xiao Divine Thunder Zhenzong, activated their formation, spreading across the realm's starry void, etching cosmic thunder runes, countless chaotic array patterns flickering into and out of existence, terrifying power radiating outward, suppressing all directions.

This was the combined might of a million Lei Bu Dao soldiers!

It was also the embodiment of a Xian Dao civilization's collective power and military array wisdom—far beyond the limits of any single cultivator's intellect.

"Earthbound ants, die!"

Amidst billions of thunderbolts, Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun roared.

Boom!

A cyan-purple thunderbolt, infused with the power of thunderous cosmic order, slashed down toward the green-robed youth—teleporting instantly, no evasion possible.

Cultivators of the lightning arts are ruthless and unmatched, standing equal to sword cultivators!

"Power of Thunderous Cosmic Order…"

"Excellent!"

Jiang Ding's eyes gleamed with excitement.

At this moment, through the Taiqing Flying Sword and the sword cultivator's innate, prodigy-level perception, he clearly knew: sword cultivators battling cultivators wielding different cosmic orders could dramatically accelerate their own comprehension of cosmic order.

Of course, the prerequisite was not dying—which was exceedingly difficult.

Boom!

Within the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain, a brilliant sun rose into the starry void, unleashing countless sword beams, filling the star-sea with the aura of annihilation, distortion, forbidden arts, and destruction.

This was the Great Sun Dayan Jianzi's single strike!

This sword thrust met the cyan-purple cosmic thunderlight head-on, straight and true, its unyielding sword intent encircling her, amplifying her power to terrifying heights.

Even a Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun would bow beneath this strike, dare not resist—this was precisely why the eight Badaxian Sect Soul Transformation cultivators of Jiuling Yu trembled in fear upon hearing the Great Sun Dayan Jianzi had ascended to Golden Core.

Beneath the sword light, the cyan-purple thunder infused with cosmic order could no longer remain invisible.

A blue-gold flying sword,

A cyan-purple Lei Chong Guang.

They collided, exploding in the void with terrifying destructive thunderlight—like two meteors, brimming with high-energy annihilation, colliding at maximum velocity, freezing the void, then triggering cascading waves of shattering fractures.

Jing!

This time, a faint sword cry was heard—the blue-gold flying sword recoiled, its spiritual light dimmed.

In direct combat, the Taiqing Flying Sword was defeated.

Jiang Ding's expression shifted slightly. He retreated several steps, his face paling a touch.

"Hahahaha!"

"Native ant, you're a bit weaker than I imagined."

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun laughed wildly, yet seemed puzzled: "The Fourth

Realm Indestructible Sword cultivators recorded in the sect's classics

seem to be far stronger than you?"

"Why is that?"

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun instantly understood something, and said with a savage expression: "Your magic power, your divine sense, are only somewhat stronger than an ordinary peak Soul Transformation cultivator, not so terrifyingly powerful as a sword cultivator of the Upper World's Fourth Realm, and so you cannot display the true invincible bearing of Soul Transformation."

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun instantly grasped something, snarling: "Your magic power, your divine sense, are only a bit stronger than an ordinary peak Soul Transformation cultivator. They aren't terrifyingly powerful like a Fourth Realm sword cultivator from the Upper Realm, so you can't display the true invincible bearing of Soul Transformation."

"This is what a native is!"

"This is what an ant is!"

His killing intent surged without limit as he spoke.

A Fourth Realm Indestructible Sword cultivator can contend against the power of Order.

This is the case at the same level of inheritance!

If this Fourth Realm Indestructible Sword cultivator practiced a scripture-grade Gong Fa, or even a cruder law-grade Gong Fa, it would be impossible to possess such combat power.

"You know quite a lot."

Jiang Dingleng stared at him with cold eyes.

"Naturally so!"

"Native ant, die!"

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun said coldly.

Gripping the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Divine Spear in his hand, he commanded a million Lei Bu Dao Soldiers, like a god of the Thunder Dao in the sky. With a casual wave, he summoned a bolt of blue-purple thunder imbued with the power of Thunder Order and brought it crashing down upon the youth in blue. His bearing was easy and free.

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment, then slashed out another sword.

A resplendent great sun rose with a thunderous roar within the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain!

This time the sword light was restrained, no longer so wild and domineering, blooming with infinite radiance toward the heavens. Instead, it became a meteor, tracing graceful arcs as it struck toward the structurally weakest point of the blue-purple thunderbolt sensed within the Great Sun Indestructible Sword Intent, piercing precisely into it.

Boom!

A terrifying explosion erupted once more in the void, shattering layer upon layer of space.

Amid the destructive Lei Chong Guang, the Taiqing Flying Sword retreated a step, still falling on the losing end of the clash. But because it had avoided the direct impact and severed the spell's structural nodes, the flying sword would not suffer too grievous an injury and still retained its edge.

"Haha!"

"Shenxiao brat, I told you your thunder methods—no, adding in the way of military formations—are all so crude and pathetic!"

Jiang Ding smiled.

"Petty tricks, nothing more."

Shenxiao Canghai Tianjun sneered.

Boom!

Rumble!

With a wave of his hand, he swung the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Divine Spear again and again, activating the Lei Bu's million Heavenly Soldiers and Generals battle formation, cleaving out bolt after bolt of blue-purple Order Divine Thunder—one after another, in an endless stream, resembling the heavens' thunderous punishment, a blue-purple thunder prison, to purge the mortal world's sins and slay demons, destroy monsters.

So what if you block one bolt of thunder?

What is there to be smug about?

This Canghai Tianjun has ten, a hundred, countless bolts of blue-purple thunder here,

Wielding the sect's Lei Bu Dao Soldiers to subdue demons and vanquish monsters!