Chapter 1108: Who Can Grant Me a Death?

The Da Ri Ding Gao Jie formation blazed with resplendent light, a colossal Great Sun Dharma Aspect illuminating the star river, piercing through heaven and earth.

Within the dazzling brilliance, the deep-space fleet spread across ten thousand li of void encircled a clump of withered flesh and blood. Nearly a hundred thousand warships and fighters unfurled chaotic military formation runes, giving rise to streams of Solar Divine Fire imbued with the power of Great Sun Sword Dao order and solar flare force, madly refining it.

Sizzle…

Sizzle…

Under such a terrifying encirclement and slaughter, even though this clump of withered flesh clearly came from a powerhouse above Soul Transformation, it began to falter. A trace of rosy color vanished in an instant, and the edges of the withered flesh began to show faint charred-black marks, wisps of green smoke rising.

"Refinement Void!"

"Refinement Void flesh and blood!"

Jiang Ding stared fixedly at that clump of flesh and blood, his heart utterly certain, no longer harboring any doubt.

This Refinement Void mighty figure of Blood Lake Corpse Bone Mountain had, since some unknown era, come to this Minor Thousand World, constantly searching for immortal arts, yet seemingly wary of something, never daring to truly act, until the arrival of the Dao Soldiers from the Upper Realm.

Within the Solar Order Divine Fire, more and more green smoke rose from the clump of withered flesh, its power rapidly dissipating.

"Sigh!"

"Little friend, you truly are an unparalleled prodigy, far stronger than this old man was at Soul Transformation…"

From within the burning of the Solar Order Divine Fire came a hoarse sigh: "Little friend, blessed with one extraordinary encounter after another, truly enviable."

"Alas, a lower-realm cultivator is, after all, a lower-realm cultivator."

"An ant is, after all, an ant."

The withered flesh and blood suddenly burned faster, more green smoke rising. The flesh and blood of the Blood Dao Refinement Void turned to ash, becoming a thin layer of charred outer shell.

At this moment, no matter how the Solar Order Divine Fire burned, the withered flesh and blood remained utterly still, no longer being destroyed.

At a certain moment.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out across the starry sky. A piece of flesh and blood, the size of a finger, vivid red and brimming with vitality, appeared in the starry sky. No matter how the Solar Order Divine Fire burned it, it remained unmoved, not a fraction harmed.

Heaven and earth, all things, instantly froze.

A terrifying, near-rule-power force appeared in the starry sky.

This is… the power of rules?!!

"Not good!"

Jiang Ding's heart trembled.

In that instant, he even felt as though he had been transported to the Refinement Void battlefield of the Immortal Gate, facing the terrifying Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong mighty figure head-on, with only a single solitary person beside him, no longer shielded by the Immortal Gate's military formation, abandoned by heaven and earth and all things.

That finger-sized, vivid red and tender, brimming-with-vitality piece of flesh and blood coalesced into an arrow that writhed and twisted ceaselessly. A terrifying force of heaven-and-earth rules, the cornerstone of the universe, naturally diffused outward, rendering the souls and minds of all beings blank.

?? Unable to gaze directly upon that terrifying force.

Through this rule-power, faintly, as if glimpsed, with the appearance of life, blood coursing through the cosmic starry sky—without beginning or end, undying and inextinguishable, forever flowing, eternally present within the bloodlines of living beings, never to cease.

And the countless slaughters that accompanied the blood—billions upon billions of beings dying, blood carpeting the star river.

Whoosh!

Within this frozen starry sky, that vivid red and tender arrow vanished without a trace.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword screamed a frantic warning.

Yet Jiang Ding could see nothing, hear nothing, utterly reduced to a blind and deaf man ripe for slaughter!

"No!"

"This absolutely is not the power of rules!"

Jiang Ding's gaze was blood-red and frenzied as he roared, "How could the rules be so weak, granting me so much time to react? This should not be!"

"Old bastard!"

"You old, worthless scoundrel with no real strength, resorting again to these laughable tricks to disturb my mind!"

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword!

In the first instant, he ignited his essence blood, letting brilliant and frenzied flames arise within his divine soul and meridians, converting them into vast magic power and divine sense, all pouring into the flying sword. Simultaneously, the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie formation and the unmanned starry fleet operated at overload, generating boundless power.

In that instant, his aura surged severalfold!

"Sword of Destroying Jin Zhi…"

Jiang Ding's gaze was frenzied, his bloodlight surging, his killing intent icy-cold.

He gazed upon heaven and earth and the star river, discovering the entire world was shrouded in endless bloodiness, unable to discern specific forms, everything hazy and indistinct.

This was a phenomenon never before seen, indicating that the Jin Zhi causality had been influenced by something terrifying, unable to fully disperse to every corner of the cosmic star river.

Save for one place!

Within the haze and indistinctness, a tender yet frenzied arrow pierced through the endless void, streaking toward his skull to pierce and kill!

Within such a vision of Jin Zhi causality, its true form was finally revealed!

"Good!"

"I've found you, old thing!"

Jiang Ding roared.

Following the twisted blood-gold sword scar, he brought his sword down in a single slash!

Boom!

The instant the Taiqing Flying Sword flew forth,

the overloaded Da Ri Ding Gao Jie formation's billions of order-lights condensed upon her blade-body, blessing her with the Great Sun Destruction Sword Dao order-power, granting her supreme destructive edge to cleave the foe that blocked the Dao;

the Great Sun Unmanned Starry Group Army fleet, heedless of damage to engine furnaces, operated the Great Sun Yuanci Solar Flare Grand Formation, further imbuing the blade with solar flare destruction force. The two combined further elevated the flying sword's edge.

The Taiqing Flying Sword at this moment blazed with resplendent light—Great Sun Destruction Sword Dao order as its body, solar flare force as its edge—forming a world-destroying Solar Flare Sword of Light!

Following the sixteenth-power guidance of the embryonic form of the Sword of Gold-Destruction, she twisted the sword path at an unimaginable speed and slashed toward that one fresh-red, tender-pink Blood Dao arrow.

Ding!

After one billionth of an instant, such a crisp, pleasant sound rang out.

The Taiqing Flying Sword had struck the flesh-and-blood arrow!

The sword edge met the flesh-and-blood arrow; solar flares and the Great Sun Destruction Sword Dao order surged forth, clashing against that terrifying, nearly transcendent power of Blood Dao order. They annihilated each other in utter silence, and both the luster of the flesh-and-blood arrow and the luster of the Taiqing Flying Sword dropped rapidly.

At a certain moment.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword was sent flying!

It retreated backward!

In such a brutal clash, the Taiqing Flying Sword was no match for that clump of fresh-red, tender-pink flesh from the body of a Refinement-Void cultivator. A terrible notch appeared on the sword edge, and it retreated violently.

That flesh-and-blood arrow paid a terrible price as well: its fresh-red, tender-pink color was gone, returning to a withered, dim hue; the arrow shortened by nearly half its size, that half being forcibly severed by the Taiqing Flying Sword and ground into fine powder.

"Die!"

"Ant, die!"

Yet, he still had strength to spare—even in such a wretched state, charred black, on the verge of total collapse—he still shot toward the forehead of the blue-robed youth in the starry sky, killing intent towering to the heavens.

"Go to hell!"

Jiang Ding roared furiously.

The Taiqing Flying Sword had blocked the most powerful attack and been grievously wounded, unable to return for the moment. Jiang Ding's eyes were blood-red; he stretched out his hand and spread his palm.

"Command received."

"Commander, transforming form."

In his divine soul, the voice of the super warship Great Sun's Cloud Sun came through.

Hum!

In the void, a super starry-sky mothership dozens of kilometers in size, built from the immortal gate's top-grade memory spirit-gold, now changed form under the control of the super mothership's supercomputing core.

The mothership's main cannon contracted; the command room, ammunition room, dining hall, and other structures contracted—in an instant forming a silver-light greatsword over ten kilometers in size, its surface covered in intricate patterns like circuit boards.

The Taiqing Flying Sword—the scabbard named the super warship Great Sun!

Jiang Ding closed his five fingers, gripping the sword hilt, his gaze fixed dead on the void. A hazy, blurred Sword World phantom was born within the sword edge, vastly amplifying the sword momentum.

The ten-kilometer silver-white greatsword descended!

Boom!

This ten-kilometer greatsword possessed its own independent energy source; even when its sword master's divine soul magic power had run dry, it still wielded terrifying might. At the hilt, spiritual light

burst forth like warship flames, propelling the greatsword crashing down.

Rumble!

In the nick of time, a withered, dim-colored flesh-and-blood arrow appeared beneath the sword edge, stabbing into the ten-kilometer silver-white greatsword with terrifying order power.

At the point of contact, both paid a tremendous price in an instant: the silver-white greatsword's body shattered, the flesh-and-blood arrow's body cracked without cease, dropping chunks of pale-gray flesh fragments, losing its vitality.

Ding!

The two stalemated for an instant, ultimately ending with the silver-white greatsword's body shattering, fragments scattering—unable to match the Blood Dao Refinement-Void cultivator's flesh.

Swoosh

One tottering, withered, its aura weakened to the extreme, broken flesh-and-blood arrow shot toward the blue-robed youth.

Jiang Ding instinctively tilted his body slightly.

Instantly, a piercing pain struck; his arm silently broke off at the shoulder and fell into the starry sky.

"Ah…"

Jiang Ding howled in agony.

Clang!

At the moment he was wounded, countless Great Sun Destruction Sword Qi erupted within his body, pouncing on that broken flesh-and-blood arrow and pushing it far away, not letting it pierce into his divine soul and heart.

The pale-gray flesh-and-blood arrow was far too weak!

Faced with even such a feeble attack being deflected, it passed through the blue-robed youth's severed shoulder, wobbling as it lingered several kilometers away.

Several kilometers separated the two; a brief instant of freezing stillness.

"Good, good, good, good…"

"Worthy of being an old senior!"

Jiang Ding's face was twisted in agony, yet he kept praising.

His still-intact left arm grabbed the returning Taiqing Flying Sword; like a mortal swordsman, sword in hand, he lunged at that broken, pale-gray arrow, killing intent towering to the heavens.

"Come!"

"Grant me death!"

"If you're strong enough, take this life!"

Jiang Ding roared wildly.

Swoosh!

His broken body merged with his broken sword, becoming a blood-red sword-light that slashed toward that pale-gray, dim-spirited, broken arrow.

In this instant, all his distracting thoughts vanished, all of them gone; in his eyes was only that one pale-gray flesh-and-blood arrow.

This pale-gray flesh-and-blood arrow—the flesh of a Blood Dao Refinement-Void great being—fixed its gaze dead on that broken sword-light of body-sword unity.

At this moment, the law cultivator's cold reason calculated.

There was a fifty-percent chance of victory.

Less than a ten-percent chance of victory; the remaining fifty percent was mutual destruction, and forty-five percent was death beneath the opponent's sword.

This old man is merely a projection, an insignificant projection; what should be done to be most correct?

"Sword cultivator..."

This gray-and-white flesh arrow, only one-quarter of its original size,

let out a low sigh.

Bloodlight blurred; he staggered, reeled, and erupted with his final strength, vanishing instantly.

He had left.

He had not chosen to perish together with his foe.

Boom!

The tattered crimson sword light slashed through the void, striking nothing; the near-Di Wu Jing sword realm sword art did not wound him. Power circulated and was reclaimed within his broken body, suffering no loss.

"Hahaha..."

"Useless trash!"

"An old piece of trash who has lived for tens of thousands of years!"

Jiang Ding gripped the Taqing Flying Sword and laughed madly.

Though his body was broken and his aura weak, his sword intent rang out resolutely, traversing the starry river and illuminating all directions.