Chapter 1102: Blood Zombie Dao Friend, So Feeble — What Use Are You to Me?!

The Upper Realm's Thunder Department Dao Soldiers, the million-strong Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, still remain.

Yet, at its very center, the innermost core protected by layer upon layer of countless thunderous order runes, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun had a great hole pierced through his brow. His expression was one of stunned disbelief; he did not even have time to feel terror before all vitality had already left him.

His divine soul had been pierced through by a single flying sword!

His skull had been pierced through by a flying sword imbued with the sword-intents of Destruction, Law-Breaking, Law-Binding, Aberration, and Annihilation — a flying sword wielded by a Fourth Realm Immortal Sword Cultivator!

This kind of wound is billions upon billions of times more terrifying than any deadliest poison under heaven.

It is a complete, thorough annihilation on both the physical and divine-soul levels. His body appears intact, but in truth every single cell and particle, every single divine-soul particle, has already been utterly destroyed, stripped of any and all characteristics of life.

When descending from his sect to the Lower Realm, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun had been in high spirits, viewing the living beings of the Lower Realm as ants. His only opponent was the Dao Soldiers of Blood Lake and Corpse Bone Mountain. To this end, he planned to subjugate the living beings of the various minor realms at the fastest speed, then unfold immortal arts to search, earning an unprecedented, supreme merit for his sect.

Now, he truly had found some clues of immortal arts — at the cost of his own life!

The countless cultivators in the starry sky all had their thoughts freeze at this moment.

They vaguely saw only a streak of crimson blood-gold lines flash, slicing across the starry sky to extinguish thunder, tearing through the defenses of a million Thunder Department Dao Soldiers, slaying every living being that dared to block, and pinning the commander of the Dao Soldiers to death with a single sword amidst the million-strong army!

"No!"

In that instant, the minds of countless cultivators went blank, instantly chilled to the bone, filled with terror.

"The embryonic form of the Sword of Gold Destruction…"

The instant the blood-gold lines appeared between heaven and earth, Chong Chong Guang Zi, who was extremely far from this place, felt his divine soul begin to tremble, sensing something.

When that sword truly tore across the starry sky, his head buzzed with a sound, going blank.

Compared with a sword strike like this,

the sword arts he had comprehended from fragments of immortal arts were far too crude!

One was like an exquisite piece of porcelain;

the other was not even porcelain — merely a lump of clay, barely shaped into some structural form. Apart from that, in every detail, in sword-art structure, in surface, in essence, it was utterly incomparable to the other, not on the same level at all.

This gap,

was even so vast that it exceeded the difference in their actual strength!

That simple, unadorned sword strike — the starry sky of heaven and earth was enveloped by a blood-gold network, a streak of sword-light tracing a twisted trajectory across the galaxy. Its appearance was utterly ordinary, yet it contained the supreme Sword Dao that countless sword cultivators seek their entire lives.

The stronger a sword cultivator's strength, the more they could sense the terror within it.

What kind of sword strike was that?

Any single sword-art structure displayed in that strike was as complex as the stars in the heavens, each sword-art structure composed of several hundred thousand

ten-thousand rune patterns.

And there were over ten million such sword-art structures!

Countless sword-art structures composed this single strike, containing supreme Sword Dao principles as vast as a sea of stars. Even though Chong Chong Guang Zi was a Fourth Realm Immortal Sword Cultivator, the instant he witnessed this strike, his divine soul began to reel and grow dizzy.

Too terrifying!

Too dreadful!

The sheer volume of information contained within was enough to cause the divine soul of a Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun to crash on the spot, unable to continue operating. One had to deliberately blur and ignore the vast majority of the sword-art details before the divine soul could return to normal.

This sword strike possessed none of the simplicity it appeared to have, none of that "antelope hanging its horns" effortless perfection, none of that natural, heaven-given unity. It was pure, brute-force stacking of sword arts — using a terrifying volume of computation to forcibly create a sword-art miracle!

This was a super-engineering project in the field of sword arts!

This was a super-industrial product of the Immortal Dao!

This sword strike had absolutely nothing to do with the many classical Immortal Dao philosophies of sword arts — going with the Heavenly Dao, great skill appearing unworked, naturalness and spontaneity, and so on. It was an Immortal Dao super-industrial product containing countless components, countless minutiae, countless Yan Suan Fa!

This was the pinnacle wisdom crystallized from the efforts of one of the topmost geniuses of a domain-overlord-level power, who personally assembled a massive Sword Dao research team, leveraging central array-spirit computers and other Immortal Dao tools, and through hundreds or thousands of years of continuous R&D, the dedication and heart's blood of generation after generation of Sword Dao geniuses.

The result of this super-engineering project was: the embryonic form of an immortal art — the embryonic form of the Sword of Gold Destruction, raised to the sixteenth power!

From this alone, Chong Chong Guang Zi knew that the sword arts he had comprehended alone from immortal-art fragments were far inferior to those of the contemporary Great Sun Sword Prodigy.

Far, far inferior!

How could one even compare?!

A look of bleak misery appeared on Chong Chong Guang Zi's face, and he both laughed and wept.

That person appeared to be a single individual, yet carried within him the Immortal Dao wisdom of an entire domain-overlord power — not a single part of him was otherwise.

A single person, no matter how they fought alone, if their talent and brilliance did not exceed by an order of magnitude, there was simply no need for comparison.

This was a completely meaningless endeavor.

"The Great Dao…"

Chong Chong Guang Zi knew that all of this had to change as quickly as possible; he had to walk out a new path.

If this situation continued, the gap between him and the other party would widen at an even more terrifying speed. As time went on, the disparity in strength would only grow, until in the end he became an ant, without even the qualification to stand before the other party.

……

Clang!

With one sword unleashed, the battle-formation of a million Thunder Department Dao Soldiers shattered!

Wherever the sword-light passed, ten Canghai Tianjun, seven hundred and twenty-seven Nascent Soul and Jin Dan cultivators, and the strongest among the army, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, were beheaded.

In Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's eyes was a look of stunned disbelief and incomprehension.

He had not even had time to show terror,

when a great hole appeared in his brow. His body staggered, lost all breath of life, and fell downward along with the many Soul Transformation and Nascent Soul cultivators.

A gust of netherworldly gale swept through, and Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's towering, majestic body — covered in thunderous runes, resembling a Thunder Department divine general of the Heavenly Court — dissolved into a cloud of lifeless flesh and blood dust, scattering into the starry sky.

A generation's Canghai Tianjun, titled Master Canghai, a Canghai Tianjun whose fame had resounded across the territories of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, had thus perished!

Boom!

The very instant Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun died, a terrifying explosion erupted among the million Thunder Department Dao Soldiers. The battle-formation operated like a furnace, and after losing its core, one after another the Dao Soldiers' skulls shattered, their bodies exploding into clumps of blood mist.

Even the physical bodies of Nascent Soul Zhen Jun De Fa cultivators of the Body Tempering Dao —hailed as impervious and indestructible — were fragile beyond compare before this terrifying backlash of the formation, utterly unable to resist in the slightest.

In that instant, a hundred thousand of the Upper Realm's Thunder Department Dao Soldiers died without a sound!

The remaining nearly one million Thunder Department Dao Soldiers of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect were terrified, their morale plummeting off a cliff, fear instantly filling their hearts, on the verge of collapse.

Even the many Soul Transformation elders of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect who tried to restore the formation found it useless.

"Die!"

A cold, eerie voice, as if coming from the depths of the netherworld hell.

In the sky, the Blood Lake military formation spread out a hazy phantom of a demon-ghost world, with hundreds of millions of demon-ghost blood Dao runes flowing, and countless blood Dao order chains sprouting in the void, condensing in an instant into a narrow, long blade of blood Dao order.

This blade slashed toward the blue-robed youth's head with the speed of lightning!

This blood Dao order divine blade was ferociously savage to the extreme, ruthlessly cruel to the extreme.

This blood Dao order divine blade had been gathering momentum for a long time, had waited for a long time, and after being disrupted for an imperceptible moment by the immortal technique embryonic sword art, it surged forth like a mountain flood bursting, arriving in an instant!

"Hahaha!"

"Fellow Daoist Blood Zombie, hoping to play the fisherman's game? You're a step too slow! Idiot…"

Jiang Ding laughed wildly.

Clang!

The Taiqing flying sword turned back in the nick of time, thrusting straight toward that blood Dao order divine blade, its sword art rising yet another notch in that brief instant.

As the sword came out, a hazy, illusory sword Dao world, its specific form impossible to discern, was born alongside it, drawing supreme might from the chaotic void, causing this flying sword's speed to skyrocket.

This blue-gold flying sword, swift as lightning, cleaved onto the weakest flank-rear blade body of the blood Dao order divine blade!

Clang!

Clang clang!

Blade and sword—both clearly energy-formed, half-energy-formed divine weapons—collided, yet burst forth with resplendent sparks of destruction, illuminating the galaxy, shattering a thousand li of void entirely, the aftershocks alone enough to annihilate Soul Transformation cultivators.

The two locked in stalemate for a moment.

"Pfft!"

The Taiqing flying sword, as if struck by lightning, retreated backward.

Jiang Ding himself also vomited blood and retreated explosively, his aura dropping a notch.

One had gathered momentum for a long time; the other had been ambushed in haste—the latter was at a disadvantage.

"Damn it!"

Yet, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun of the Blood Zombie within the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain formation had an ashen face, his divine soul even trembling, and the surrounding Soul Transformation and Nascent Soul cultivators of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain were all the same.

Even with a sneak attack, he still could not inflict serious injury!

"Haha!"

"Hahaha…"

Jiang Ding laughed maniacally.

His body retreated several dozen li, the blood color and madness in his eyes suddenly surging up a rank, the sun furnace in his pupils already turned a pure scarlet hue, entering the usual bloodthirsty mad state of the Great Sun Sword Remnant!

While retreating, he had used the distance to complete force dissipation and qi recovery, his aura once again surging wildly, terrifying beyond bounds.

He was clearly just one person, his body not particularly tall, yet facing the billions of demon-ghosts of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, he was like a giant looking down upon ants.

Beneath the giant's gaze, the ants shivered in terror.

"Trash!"

"Fellow Daoist Blood Zombie, you useless trash!"

Jiang Ding roared: "You idiot! Thinking yourself clever, only striking now! And even after striking you couldn't land a fatal blow—what use are you to me?"

"Huh? What use?!"

"A piece of trash like you deserves to die!"

"Die!"

Amid the wild howl and sword cry, a resplendent sword light whose pressure filled the galaxy rose like a newborn great sun, ascending, sovereign over all realms, suppressing the universe and the galaxy.