Chapter 1104: The Death of the Blood-Stiffened Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun

The Blood-Transformation Order Divine Blade, which had gathered the power of hundreds of millions of demon and ghost formations and the blood of countless Blood Path cultivators, was forcibly pinned in the void by the Great Clarity Flying Sword.

"Damn it!"

"Such an opponent, an opponent who makes such a low-level mistake... I, the Lord, find this deeply shameful!"

Wild rage appeared in Jiang Ding's scarlet pupils.

In this instant, he felt no excitement, no joy; instead, endless, irritable killing intent arose within him.

Because!

At this very moment, the sword art, which had been advancing at an imperceptibly fine speed but continuously, had already broken through the limit of the Fourth Realm's Indestructible Sword Qi and was approaching the Di Wu Jing, was abruptly interrupted right now!

It could no longer advance a single bit.

The Way of the Sword Cultivator has never been about bullying the weak!

Even if you kill all the weak in the world, hundreds of millions of sentient beings, you must not expect the Sword Dao to improve even a hair's breadth; indeed, the sword art will suffer terrible regression. Killing too many weaklings, the sword itself is defiled by the blood of the weak, obscuring its supreme sharpness.

If you constantly slaughter the weak, you will become a weakling yourself!

The Blood-Transformation Order Divine Blade in the starry sky stiffened for a moment, solidified in the void, pierced through its core by the Great Clarity Flying Sword, while threads of Great Sun Annihilation Sword Qi flowed in all directions.

Boom!

The Blood-Transformation Order Divine Blade shattered with a roar, turning into the finest dust under the erosion of the boundless Great Sun Annihilation Sword Qi; the Shen Hun Lao Yin of the hundreds of millions of demon and ghost Dao soldiers upon it shattered in an instant, slaughtered and wiped out completely.

Too simple!

Too weak!

This foolish opponent, at the critical moment when the battle was hanging by a thread, diverted half of his Primordial Spirit's computing power to do something nonsensical.

This caused an enormous flaw to appear in the formation instantly, just like when two swordsmen or knife-wielders are fighting, the knife-wielder voluntarily thrusts his chest against the sharp blade.

What difficulty is there in such a sword strike?

Even a blind man could do it!

"Pfft!"

In the instant the Blood-Transformation Order Divine Blade shattered, the Blood-Stiffened Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun spat fresh blood, his face turned deathly pale, he was struck by backlash, and his aura dropped significantly.

Even more terrifying, this backlash force spread into the formation; instantly, a shallow sword mark appeared on the heads of over a million demon and ghost Dao soldiers, piercing outward from deep within their brains, utterly bizarre.

"No..."

The over million Dao soldiers, forged from the Blood Lake and Corpse Bone Mountain through cruel means, neither fully living beings nor fully demons and ghosts, had the divine light in their eyes extinguish instantly; they lost all vitality and fell silently into the cold starry sky, detaching from the formation.

When the formation was backlashed, they served as the price, bearing all the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Intent attacks!

Thus, their spirits and souls were both annihilated!

Boom!

The instant so many demon and ghost Dao soldiers

died, it immediately brought huge chaos to the Blood Lake and Corpse Bone Mountain formation; their aura dropped significantly, and the array patterns conflicted and became chaotic.

This formation, which condensed the wisdom of countless geniuses, outstanding figures, and Immortal Dao sages from the Upper Realms, did not shatter; it possessed immense resilience. If given a few more breaths of time, it could still return to its original state.

Indeed, it still possessed power close to the Quasi-Refining Void realm and was recovering rapidly.

"My treasure..."

The Blood-Stiffened Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's gaze, filled with hope, turned toward the back of the youth in green robes.

There, an invisible bone nail finally appeared behind the green-robed youth's head; after paying a huge price, it had finally approached, revealing its ferocity, and was about to pierce that fragile body.

This was a top-tier Primordial Spirit treasure nurtured by a Soul Transformation peak cultivator for countless years!

Black Blood Bone Nail!

This powerful demonic treasure had pinned and killed many Dao enemies in the past, allowing the Blood-Stiffened Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun to reach this day; he subconsciously regarded it as his greatest trump card, an instinct deep in his bones, and used it in this life-or-death moment.

Ding!

Jiang Ding turned around, casually pinched this sinister bone-piercing nail between his fingers; the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Qi erupted from his fingertips, forcibly crushing it into two pieces of gray bone devoid of any spiritual light, which fell into the starry sky.

It was meaningless.

An attack at the Soul Transformation realm, an attack unable to touch the power of Order, was meaningless to him.

The Blood-Stiffened Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's gaze dimmed completely.

"Sigh,"

"Such a weakling truly leaves one feeling unresolved..."

Jiang Ding sighed lightly.

Clang!

Amidst the countless shattered fragments of the Blood-Transformation Order Divine Blade, the Great Clarity Flying Sword roared wildly, disappearing into the sky with a resonant sword cry, slashing away toward the distance!

Although the enemy is weak, although he is foolish.

This is not his reason to underestimate the enemy!

Since he is an enemy, he must be slain in the shortest time with the highest efficiency, his spirit and soul both annihilated!

This is the basic quality a soldier of the Immortal Sect should possess.

Not like Zou Zou Xiyuan, the last Great Sun Sword Lord, who was clouded by the sword cultivator's desire for a strong enemy, lost his reason, deliberately let the weaklings live, gave them space to grow, and ultimately died.

The destructive sword light that annihilates all things in the world arrived in an instant, majestic and imposing, suppressing the entire star river!

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Blood-Stiffened Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun let out a piercing roar.

In an instant, he burned his remaining vital blood, unleashed his full power, opened his blood-filled maw filled with fangs to devour countless demon and ghost Dao soldiers; his body swelled like a balloon, instantly transforming into a terrifying hundred-zhang-sized horned zombie giant demon!

At this critical moment of life and death, he did not lose his blood-fueled courage!

"Kill!"

The Blood Corpse Canghai Tianjun burned everything he had, his rotting zombie body gripping a sect-grade quasi-Void Refinement Blood-Slaughtering Blade whose spiritual light had dimmed, and hacked savagely down toward the depths of the starry sky.

The blade's momentum radiated terrifying might, and countless blood-colored order chains rose and fell within the blade-light.

He paid a heavy price, yet somehow restored the blood-order power of his hundreds of millions of demon-ghost army formations in a short span of time.

Ding!

At the instant the horned-zombie giant demon stepped forward with his order blood-blade, a streak of sword-light imbued with the will of destruction, law-forbidden, aberration, and ruin, trailing a gorgeous sun-veil robe, descended in a flash and lightly brushed the order blood-blade in the Blood Corpse Canghai Tianjun's hand, producing a most pleasant, melodious sound.

Then, that light, agile streak of sword-light departed from here.

It traced a curved, graceful arc and pierced into the skulls of the ten Soul Transformation cultivators and hundred Nascent Soul cultivators atop the blood-lake bone mountain, dropping them silently to the ground.

Their bodies were swept up by the sword-light, drawn back, and tucked into the blue-robed youth's sleeve.

These upper-realm cultivators were not dead.

Jiang Ding needed captives, needed detailed information on the upper realm, so he pierced through their skulls with flying swords and laid the deepest-layer seals upon their divine souls, preventing them from being detonated by things like forbidden imprints.

Jiang Ding looked toward that horned-zombie giant demon.

The Blood Corpse Canghai Tianjun gripped the order blood-blade tightly in both hands, his eyes bulging with fury, beard and hair flying wild, killing intent piercing straight through the river of stars, possessing quasi-Emperor combat power, capable of suppressing a realm's hundreds of millions of living beings single-handedly.

Yet, he did not move at all.

He had lost all vitality.

Before that order blood-blade could even fall, a blue-gold flying sword had already pierced through his skull, annihilating every trace of divine soul and fleshly vitality, turning him into a dead thing with nothing left.

No one knew how long passed.

Keng!

Accompanying a soft sword-chime, countless blue-gold sword-qi erupted, and the several-hundred-zhang-tall body of the horned-zombie giant demon collapsed with a rumble, dissolving into a stretch of lifeless dust that scattered through the starry sky.