Chapter 1151: One Man Fights Alone Against Nine Million Troops

Great sun radiance,

descended before an army of several million Horn Demon Imperial Clan soldiers.

This was the Horn Demon Imperial Clan's elite standing army—hundreds of Kings, dozens of Imperial Sons, nine Ancient Imperial Sons—formed into a terrifying formation, where a single casual strike could easily crush-kill everyone beneath a Great Emperor and annihilate all cultivators beneath Void Refinement in a single domain.

In the distant past, the Horn Demon Imperial Clan's Imperial Sons and Ancient Imperial Sons had cold-bloodedly slaughtered every member of the Blood Skull Vine Demon clan below the Imperial rank, earning crucial merit in the Horn Demon Imperial Clan's seizure of dominion over the realm.

At this moment, the human race's army and Imperial Sons all retreated, fleeing far away like refugees, as a youth in blue appeared in the sky.

He was but a single solitary figure, his build not particularly tall—merely the ordinary height of a human youth—nowhere near the Horn Demon Imperial Clan's burly, muscular frames that routinely stood several meters tall.

Yet, the moment he stood here, his bearing grew infinitely tall, the sole existence between heaven and earth.

That terrifying might blossomed, collapsing the void, shattering order; the several-million-strong army's aura faltered, its momentum contracting, condensing into a single whole, no longer daring to disperse in the slightest, sensing a natural enemy.

Horn Demon Imperial Clan's Ancient Imperial Son Ming Tian and the dozens of Imperial Sons stared fixedly at that blue-clad youth, not daring to step past him to pursue the human race's army.

Among them, Ancient Imperial Son Cang Yan's pupils contracted, as if recalling something.

"Hello."

"Cang Yan, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled gently, not at all like the madman some people claimed, appearing perfectly lucid and rational: "How many years ago was it? Twelve hundred or three hundred years ago—you, a mere Imperial Son of a barbaric race, actually dared to hunt down my avatar."

"Sigh!"

"What a humiliation, that I was actually hunted by such an ant. In a thousand years people might bring it up again to mock me."

He sighed.

"Blood. He. Wang!"

Ancient Imperial Son Cang Yan growled, each word bitten off.

"Blood River King!"

Among the dozens of Imperial Sons, Imperial Son Cang Kong's face went deathly pale.

Back then, he had actually come face to face with an Ancient Imperial Son of the human race from a foreign realm. At the time, knowing nothing, just how many brushes with death had he survived?

To still be alive—what incredible fortune!

"Not bad, your memories are excellent."

Jiang Ding praised.

He stopped the reminiscing and small talk, looking toward the strongest among these Imperial Sons—Ancient Imperial Son Ming Tian, a direct descendant of a Path-Unification rank expert who possessed the power of the Force Order.

Jiang Ding stared at him for a moment, then showed a reluctant expression: "You're very poor, extremely poor—only barely passable because of your Soul Transformation peak realm."

"I truly have a bitter fate, born in the wrong era."

"Every day it's enemies like you—"

"—how could one speak of ascending to the Immortal Great Dao?"

"Staying around with vermin like you all day, my blade will dull and lose its edge!"

Jiang Ding's face showed a wretched expression as he heaved a long sigh.

"Oh?"

Ancient Imperial Son Ming Tian's eyes flashed with ferocity, then restrained himself, saying coldly: "May I ask your esteemed name?"

"That much I can tell you."

"No matter how poor you are, you are still one who comprehended Order at the Soul Transformation stage—though you dawdled at Soul Transformation peak for years before barely grasping it."

Jiang Ding said listlessly: "My name is Jiang Ding. You may call me Jiang Ding Zi—though I don't care for the address, they all call me that."

He cherished moments like these, unwilling to draw his sword from the very start.

Because resources cannot be regenerated; once the heads of prodigies and heroes are severed and their divine souls destroyed, they cannot grow back.

"Lord Jiang Ding Zi, you wish to kill those nine human Imperial Sons?"

Ancient Imperial Son Ming Tian restrained the surging murderous intent in his heart and asked patiently.

The Imperial Clan's records stated that the human race was a species that greatly enjoyed internal strife, harboring hatred and conflicts among themselves far exceeding those of foreign races.

He had assumed this was merely the exaggeration of his forebears, like those records that boasted of their own Wu Gong while belittling and vilifying the Blood Skull Vine Demon experts.

That was only natural.

Yet, upon truly seeing a human race expert, Ancient Imperial Son Ming Tian realized that the ancestors' records had not exaggerated—if anything, they had been far too conservative.

The phrase "greatly enjoys internal strife" was wholly insufficient to describe the madness of the human race!

"Yes."

"But they don't want to die."

Jiang Ding said helplessly.

"I can help."

Ancient Imperial Son Ming Tian said patiently: "Kill those nine first, then you and I shall decide life and death between us, each to his fate."

He felt this proposal was quite clever.

First satisfy this opponent's bloodlust, weaken him, then further encircle and slay him alone. Even with such a tremendous advantage, he still advanced steadily and surely—the bearing of a great general.

An Tu Zi, Ji Liuyue and others hid behind Teacher Gu Lin, watching the battlefield from afar. Hearing such words, they immediately showed expressions of eager anticipation.

The smile vanished from Jiang Ding's face; his gaze turned blood-red.

"What's wrong?"

Ancient Imperial Son Ming Tian showed a puzzled look, baffled.

Why did this human Ancient Imperial Son look as if he'd encountered a mortal enemy come to rob him of his entire family's gold and silver?

Clang~

"Sigh…"

"Forget it, I'm very magnanimous—even if someone tries to rob me, I'll still forgive him."

Jiang Ding's hand rested on the sword hilt, a touch.

With a tap of the ground, he drew the blue-gold blade, sighing softly: "Mingtian, please bloom with your brilliance, bloom with the brilliance of your clan's battle formation—do not let your precious life die so wretchedly like a lump of mud. That would disappoint me."

What a sword cultivator needs is not the enemy's life.

What he needs is the spells, martial arts, and techniques the enemy unleashes between life and death, and the sublimation found there. The life itself is secondary, not all that important—though the enemy's death must serve as the conclusion.

Clang!

The sword was drawn.

A blue-gold great sun rose like the morning star, blooming between heaven and earth!

This great sun blazed with resplendent light, spreading outward six rings of rippling halos, representing respectively the Order of Destruction, the Order of Law-Binding, the Order of Law-Slaying, the Order of Aberration, the Order of Yuan-Ci, and the Order of the Sword. The six rings of order rippled outward, filling heaven and earth.

The orders overlapped, recombined, and wove themselves together, displaying an incomparably precise structure, like the gears of industrial machinery, possessing a beauty reminiscent of human industrial civilization.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan's methods of wielding the Order of Force, before these six exquisite rings of order, were as crude and barbaric as stone spears carved by prehistoric civilization.

Boom!

This newly born Order Sun descended from the heavens.

"Come, take a look at this one."

Jiang Ding smiled faintly and slashed downward with his sword.

This was one of the results he had obtained after years of contemplation and sorting out the power of Order.

It was no complicated sword art—merely a more efficient application of force, with no essential difference from a basic downward slash.

The Order Sun was falling!

A terrifying pressure of Order enveloped heaven and earth. Within ten thousand li, all spiritual energy was forbidden, all Yuan-Ci power was forbidden, all sunlight was forbidden. Heaven and earth plunged into darkness, leaving only that terrifying blazing sun.

Beneath that dreadful pressure, the battle formations of several million Horned Demon Imperial Clan warriors grew dim.

"This…"

The Ancient Prince Mingtian's heart was seized with terror.

Dozens of Imperial Princes' bodies trembled!

They finally understood where the instinctive warnings constantly surging through their bodies came from.

This was—humanity's prodigy from beyond the realm, one who surpassed even the Imperial Clan's Ancient Princes!

In that instant, the Ancient Prince Mingtian knew clearly: although he had mastered the Order of Force and was called an Ancient Prince, there was absolutely no possibility of him receiving this sword alone. He would die without question, killed in an instant, with no other outcome possible.

"Kill!"

"Just a human servant!"

The Ancient Prince Mingtian's face twisted, his killing intent running wild.

He let out a wild roar. Several million elite Horned Demon Imperial Clan troops arrayed themselves around him, fully activating a massive battle formation spanning tens of thousands of kilometers. Countless mysterious, chaotic formation runes bloomed, converging

countless streams of heaven-and-earth spiritual energy, drawing them all into his body, forming a terrifying Star-River Demon Giant.

This Star-River Demon Giant stood amid the endless, hazy battle formation as if standing at the center of a hazy world. Countless streams of Order of Force power gathered toward him, all converging into a colossal Heaven-Splitting Axe. Bearing the lifelong axe-path wisdom of the Ancient Prince Mingtian—equivalent to the peak technique of the Fourth Realm of the Sword, the Indestructible Realm—he brought the axe down upon the Order Sun in the sky.

A colossal Heaven-Splitting Axe, condensed from countless streams of Order of Force power;

A resplendent sun wreathed in six rings of Order.

The two collided beneath the gaze of countless eyes.

Boom!

Rumble!

Like a stellar explosion, dazzling light erupted. Tens of thousands of li of space suddenly swelled into a sphere, then shattered into nothingness, revealing a pitch-black void where countless Heavenly Dao rule-law nets flickered in and out of sight.

At the center,

A blue-gold flying sword and a Heaven-Splitting Axe the size of a divine peak clashed savagely, the shockwaves of their force tearing through layer upon layer of Order, through tens of thousands of li of void.