Chapter 1152: Sword Cultivators Never Fear Being Surrounded

Six rings of light rippled in the sky, six laws of order encircled, and a blue-gold flying sword was born within the hazy world of the Sword Dao, dazzling and radiant, becoming the center of heaven and earth, cleaving down with sword strike after sword strike.

Beneath the sword lay the great army of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, commanded by the ancient prince of the Nether Heaven!

Many of these, who were arrogant and domineering within the Horned Nether Domain, were the weakest soldiers and cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, yet each was a ruler of some territory, large or small, in some Minor Thousand World; with a single thought, hundreds of thousands of slave races lived or died. They were the heavens in the eyes of many slave cultivators, supreme and noble masters whom no one dared to look directly at in their entire lives.

And now, there were nine million such noble masters here!

Nine million elite, disciplined soldiers of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan held countless ancient and weathered flags, spears, war drums, chariots, and other inherited heavy weapons of the military formation. With their innate racial talent for military formations, they formed the True Martial Mighty Spirit-Demon Weapon-Refining Great Array, passed down from ancient times. Their momentum was terrifyingly formidable; the heavy force of order was born within the array, and its power far exceeded that when they annihilated the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon race hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Under the rule of successive Horned Nether Emperors, the Horned Nether Domain had never experienced great chaos; all wars had their limits.

After so many years of development, although the Horned Demon Imperial Clan had suffered a drastic decline in reproduction speed and faced great difficulty in bearing children after losing the 'Mother Ant Emperor', their numbers had still recovered to over one hundred million, ten times that of hundreds of thousands of years ago.

The power of the military formation they formed was also ten times greater!

Many members of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan were therefore filled with soaring arrogance, believing they could surely sweep across all directions and be invincible under heaven.

Until this very moment!

A flying sword descended from the sky, crushing the void, with countless laws of order encircling it.

After a long entanglement, that blue-gold sun surrounded by six laws of order finally found the best opportunity, crashing into a flaw in the force-of-order runes, instantly destroying countless force-of-order laws, and striking the end of the Azure Heaven Giant Axe with a single sword slash.

Boom!

Countless shattered spiritual lights; the Star River Demon Giant, formed by the ancient prince of the Nether Heaven absorbing the power of the nine-million-person military formation's order, was forced back and blasted away by a single sword strike. Like a meteor, it crashed violently into the void, its bones and tendons shattered and broken, its entire spiritual light dimming, while the void for thousands of kilometers around collapsed and pulverized.

The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword emitted a joyful sword cry and returned.

"You are somewhat weak."

Jiang Ding watched the blue-gold flying sword retreating, along with the six rings of order rippling on the sword body without changing their light, and said quietly, "Nether Heaven, your application of the power of force-of-order is far too crude, like a block of elm wood."

"No, perhaps you are not a block of elm wood."

"It is that your entire race lacks this foundation. Your application of the power of order, and your race's Great Emperor's application of the power of laws, are all rough and simple, to the point where they cannot threaten those of the same realm at all."

"The Horned Demon Imperial Clan's foundation is very shallow..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, quickly judging something in the midst of battle.

Do not look at the Immortal Gate.

With only over ten thousand years of history, the Immortal Gate can seamlessly inherit the countless achievements of human Immortal Dao civilization from ancient times to the present, with no physical or spiritual obstacles, isolation, or mismatches.

Even a simple Gong Fa of a Qi Refining cultivator, a spell known to all, has been passed down for countless years and may already be the most perfect spell structure in a million years.

Moreover, the human race's ability to innovate its own inheritance exceeds that of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan by an incalculable amount.

This ability is not conspicuous in ordinary times; it is not as intuitive as the various physical talents or spiritual talents of the Demon races, which can immediately grant cultivators greater power. Yet, over a vast timescale, it is extremely terrifying.

The title of "Overlord Race of the Endless Starry Sky" comes from this.

I have nothing, therefore I possess the entire world!

"Arrogant!"

"A mere ant at the peak of the General Realm! How dare you speak of my race's foundation? You are a frog at the bottom of a well!"

The ancient prince of the Nether Heaven, whose body had been smashed into the void with countless bones and tendons broken, instantly recovered under the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's terrifying talent for an indestructible body. He leaned on the Azure Heaven Giant Axe, stood up, and roared lowly.

"Sword Cultivators are as fragile as paper."

"Formation, divide!"

The ancient prince of the Nether Heaven slammed the Azure Heaven Giant Axe fiercely into the starry sky. Countless force-of-order runes scattered, landing on the Azure Flame Ancient Emperor's Son, the Sky Nether Ancient Emperor's Son, the Black Soul Ancient Emperor's Son, and the other eight Ancient Emperor's Sons.

These force-of-order runes seemed to have scattered, but in reality, the power of the military formation was rising rapidly.

True Martial Mighty Spirit-Demon Weapon-Refining Great Array!

This array formation was inherited from ancient bloodlines; its authority could be controlled by one person or distributed among multiple Ancient Emperor's Sons, depending entirely on the capability and intent of the one leading the formation.

Before this, the ancient prince of the Nether Heaven had obviously not fully utilized the array's capabilities, yet he was unwilling to relinquish his authority.

Only now, having failed in direct combat, did he choose to delegate power, placing complete trust in the other Ancient Emperor's Sons.

"Roar!"

"Roar, roar..."

Once the authority of the force-of-order was bestowed upon them, the Azure Flame Ancient Emperor's Son and others showed expressions of ecstatic joy; their bodies swelled like balloons being inflated, and in the blink of an eye, they formed nine thousand-zhang Demon God Giants. Force-of-order runes were born and extinguished outside their black scales, emitting a terrifying aura.

The power of force-of-order!

Under the great array, all nine Ancient Emperor's Sons had mastered the power of order!

Dong, dong, dong...

"Roar!"

"Kill! Kill!"

The inherited Blood War Drums beat. Led by the ancient prince of the Nether Heaven, followed by the Azure Flame Ancient Emperor's Son, the nine Ancient Emperor's Sons commanded the great army to rush to kill from nine different directions. Though separated by great distances, their auras condensed into one, extremely terrifying.

Nine pillars of beacon smoke, nine thousand-zhang Demon God Giants, attacked from all directions,

surrounding and killing without distinction of front or back.

If one attacked any single direction alone, their own true body could be blasted to pieces by the great army from another direction.

For some reason, these Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators instinctively understood in their bloodline how to target Sword Cultivators, knowing how to deal with this profession among the human race that possessed extremely high lethality, high mobility, and extremely low defense, adopting a classic combat method.

"Interesting."

"Compared to your crudeness in the power of order, this desperate war spirit is at least worthy of the eye."

Jiang Ding swept his gaze across all four directions and smiled slightly.

Clang!

He drew his sword.

Boom!

A blue-gold great sun rose.

Six rings of order spread to all four directions, mastering the laws of order for the extinction of laws, the prohibition of laws, destruction, distortion, yuan-magnetism, and the Sword Dao. Their terrifying pressure suppressed the universe and starry sky, causing starry meteors and netherly violent winds to solidify and cease flowing, with the laws within them slightly affected.

Beside the blue-gold great sun, a hazy phantom of the Sword Dao world emerged.

This was an illusion brought by the Sword Dao Fifth Realm, the Sword Domain, representing a certain extreme of swordsmanship.

At this moment, accompanied by hazy light, a great sun flickered into being beside the blue-gold great sun; another flicker, another great sun… the light flickered nine times in total.

In the sky, nine blue-gold great suns appeared.

This was the First Realm of Sword Dao—Sword Light Division!

Although it was the First Realm of Sword Dao, that did not mean it was weak, for this was a technique of swordsmanship; the swords divided from the sword light possessed the full power of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, Indestructibility, and all the rest—the painstaking work of countless sword cultivators through the ages.

At this very moment, nine great suns hung across the sky!

Between them were azure-blue array patterns interwoven with gold, which in the space of a single breath formed a terrifying grand array spanning thousands of kilometers, blooming with countless magnetite and great sun radiance, within which a fearsome power of order was born.

The Solar Flare Magnetite Grand Array!

"Is a military formation really something that difficult?"

Jiang Ding said lightly.

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, light blazed brilliantly.

The nine great suns swayed in the sky, like nine Golden Crows of ancient myth at play across the heavens, unleashing boundless destructive aura, trailing comet-like brilliant tails of flame as they thundered down to slaughter the great army led by the nine ancient Emperor Sons of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.