Chapter 1155: The Ancient Prince Ming Tian of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Dies

In the starry sky, Ming Tian, bolstered by the power of the Great Strength God Demon, was locked in a brutal slaughter with a human sword dao prodigy above the rank of Ancient Prince!

Ming Tian commanded an army of nine million of the Imperial Clan, standing amid countless Force Order runes, like a great star sweeping forward, invincible, nothing able to withstand him.

And that peerless human sword dao prodigy, beneath such terrifying power, began to falter.

He no longer met every battle head-on with brute force; instead he chose to evade, to circle, each time avoiding the strongest point of the thousand-zhang star river giant's Heaven-Splitting Axe and striking instead at its weakest points.

Within the empowerment of the Great Strength God Demon's power, the Ancient Prince Ming Tian no longer had any shortcoming in wielding the Force Order — it had become an advantage instead.

Ming Tian displayed an unrivaled method of wielding the Force Order, every wondrous technique flowing forth at will, as if he had instantly gained some kind of instinct.

Yet even so, the Ancient Prince Ming Tian within the army of nine million could not crush his opponent.

Because of that sword art on the verge of the Fifth Realm of Sword Dao — the Sword Realm!

With one sword unleashed, an as-yet-illusory sword dao world sprang into being around the blade; while granting the flying sword peerless sharpness, every attack that landed upon it was wholly absorbed by the hazy sword dao world.

No matter how fearsome the enemy's strength, they could not shatter the illusory sword dao world.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens, then hundreds of blows.

Boom!

Rumble!

……

This stretch of starry sky was boiling!

Already shattered countless times, overturned countless times, the six Orders and the omnipresent Force Order wrestled and slaughtered each other again and again, each breaking apart countless times yet gathering strength once more to resume the slaughter, to the death.

Boom!

Jiang Ding was blasted back several dozen li once more; the hazy, illusory sword dao world upon his flying sword swallowed and contained a massive surge of external force, sending him crashing hard into the void, his face pale — yet he had not suffered any truly grave injury.

It was exactly so.

The thousand-zhang God Demon giant pressed its attack without pause, slaughtering without end.

The human sword dao prodigy, the one above the Ancient Princes, fell back again and again, using his flying sword to parry the Heaven-Splitting Axe's strikes time after time — such a scene appeared again and again.

Boom!

Finally, after one thousand and seventy-six cleavings of the Heaven-Splitting Axe, the thousand-zhang God Demon giant halted.

His eyes were blood-red, wild beyond measure; his body steamed with vast clouds of mist, and within his massive demon frame his qi and blood surged like molten lava.

He strained to suppress the urge to gasp for breath, to conceal something.

"Hah!"

"My lord!"

"Such a clumsy attempt at concealment!!!"

Jiang Ding's retreating footsteps also came to a stop, and he laughed softly: "General, the

"It's merely the power of a military formation — you may be able to endure, but how long can the nine million behind you hold out?"

"Still, my lord, you are not weak."

"It's simply that this sovereign is far too strong…"

"……Hahaha……"

Jiang Ding's soft laugh, in the span of a breath, turned into wild, unrestrained laughter!

"Die!!!"

Boom!

Within the resplendent Elemental Magnetism Order world, a blazing sun appeared!

Unlike any before!

This blazing sun, for the first time, bore a cold, metallic gleam, like molten divine gold of heaven and earth, with a faint pure-gold luster flowing within.

The radiance it shed also turned to threads of gold — sun-rays like silk filaments.

The Karma of Metal!

Jiang Ding was unsurprised to discover that, after mastering the power of Order, his progress in comprehending the clues of immortal arts had surged dramatically; he had spent these recent days busy studying this very matter, striving as much as possible to fully fuse into his sword art the Karma of Metal — which in the past had required immense effort to use even a little of — and make it his own instinct.

And now, this was the manifestation of that result.

Between heaven and earth, because of this, another sun was born!

She shed her pure-gold sunlight into the endless starry sky, into the army formation of nine million; billions of rays bloomed forth, each one an utterly fine, invisible, straight flying sword, reflected upon the nine million cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's army formation, falling upon their faces and revealing expressions of terror one after another.

"Your Highness…"

"Save…"

Countless kings, officers, and soldiers of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan cried out in terror.

Whoosh!

Yet that was light! Sunlight!

Illumination was already arrival; its speed was beyond compare — the moment the thought of crying for help was born in their spirits, the billions of pure-gold rays had already arrived, piercing instantly through the thick, pitch-black shields of the army formation.

The rays carried within them the Karma of Metal, possessing an unimaginable penetrative force; many of the army formation's defenses were utterly useless, completely unable to obstruct anything.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Billions of rays fell upon the faces of countless cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

"Ah…"

In the span of a breath, countless screams arose, all at once, almost merging into a single sound.

In the starry sky, such a terrifying sight appeared.

Billions of pure-gold rays shone upon the faces and bodies of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators; in an instant, on the bodies of several hundred thousand, nearly a million elite Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators, dense clusters of tiny holes appeared, blood gushing forth like a fountain, their bodies silently collapsing, plummeting, falling away from the army formation.

Among the densely fallen Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators, every single one's pupils were a field of deathly stillness, devoid of any spark of life.

That terrifying brilliant light not only acted upon the body, destroying all vitality within it, but also acted upon the cultivator's divine soul, instantly riddling it with holes, causing it to collapse and die.

Seeing this scene, countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators were gripped by endless fear, and their morale was thrown into utter turmoil.

Seeing this scene, countless Jiao Mo Di clan cultivators were filled with unending fear, and their army's morale became utterly unstable.

"No!"

This time, an even more shrill scream came from the mouth of Ming Tian, the Ancient Imperial Son.

The thousand-zhang Demon God Giant let out a desolate, furious roar.

His thousand-zhang body, condensed from the power of nine million Imperial Clan cultivators in the Imperial Clan army formation, suffered an equally terrifying attack the instant nearly a hundred thousand Imperial Clan cultivators died—his divine soul was nearly torn apart.

His thousand-zhang body, condensed from the power of nine million Di clan army cultivators, suffered an equally terrible attack the instant nearly a million Di clan cultivators died, causing his soul to nearly tear apart.

"Ming Tian, you're going to die."

Jiang Ding appeared very casual and said lightly: "You're a pretty good opponent, whether or not you borrowed external force... that doesn't matter. As long as you have the ability, that's good enough. I like that."

"Out of respect for you, I'll grant you death as quickly as possible."

He magnanimously bestowed upon his opponent one final sword strike.

He generously granted his opponent a final sword strike.

The light of the sun in the sky converged, and finally even the sun's form vanished, condensing into a single incomparably brilliant, incomparably dazzling beam of sunlight, taut as silk threads, each one pulled straight, still flowing.

This was formed through the Taiqing Flying Sword, endlessly gathering, nearly the materialized form of Jin Zhi's karmic consequence!

This is an object formed through the Great Clear Flying Sword, gathering endlessly, nearly manifesting Jin Zhi causality!

Accompanying the gentle sword-chime, the sound of order rang out between heaven and earth.

That single brilliant beam of light vanished without a trace.

"Human slave!"

"Lowly human slave!"

The thousand-zhang Demon God Giant that Ming Tian had transformed into suddenly awoke from its pained wailing, its pupils clear, its divine soul trembling ceaselessly, sensing an incomparably clear crisis of death.

The thousand-zhang demon god giant transformed from Ming Tian suddenly awoke from painful wailing, his pupils completely clear, his soul trembling unceasingly as he sensed an incredibly clear crisis of death.

Ming Tian instantly ignited his essence blood—he was going all out, fighting for his life.

But this simply wasn't enough!

Not nearly enough!

That icy premonition of death not only showed no sign of lessening, but grew even colder, piercing to the bone, nearly freezing his divine soul. His instincts, under the terrifying pressure, were about to backlash against himself, preventing him from taking any effective measures, leaving him able only to await death.

That cold omen of death did not ease in the slightest; instead, it grew increasingly bone-chilling, nearly freezing his soul, while instinct under terrible pressure turned against itself, preventing any effective measures, leaving only waiting for death.

Ming Tian let out a bitter laugh, and then ignited his divine soul!

Win or lose, having ignited his divine soul, he was bound to die!

"You damned human slave!"

"I will not die! The Imperial Clan will not perish! The Imperial Clan's rule will endure forever!"

The thousand-zhang Demon God Giant that Ming Tian had transformed into roared wildly. Under such absolute resolve, his body revived from its frozen state, once again regaining a magma-like scorching heat.

Blood-red flames burst forth from his entire body; he burned everything.

He raised high the Heaven-Splitting Giant Axe, like Pangu cleaving open the world.

?? Condensing all his power and the force of order, he slashed toward that single thread of light he had sensed at death's door.

"Great Strength True Martial Slash!"

Ming Tian roared wildly.

The last wisp of his divine soul burned away, the last of his flesh and blood burned away, transforming into an immensely vast driving force that poured entirely into this final strike.

At the final moment of his life, he understood one thing.

His foundational power—whether in the use of order, divine soul, or the force of qi and blood and magic power—far surpassed that of a human Ancient Imperial Son. So why had it still come to this?

It was because of the enormous gap between the opponent's swordsmanship, sword techniques, and his own axe techniques!

Within those terrifying sword techniques, there must surely be contained a terrifying wisdom above that of a Sovereign, turning the rotten into the miraculous, completely transcending the gap of mere power, transforming miracles into the ordinary crushing of all!

Within that terrifying sword technique must lie the terrible wisdom beyond emperors, turning the rotten into the miraculous, completely surpassing mere gaps in power, making the crushing of miracles into the norm!

The gap was named: the fruits formed from comprehending fragments of immortal arts.

Ming Tian had only vaguely sensed the core factor of his defeat—the gap in sword techniques.

Therefore, at the final moment of his life, he poured his strength, his divine soul, his magic power, his entire life's experience, his everything, wholly into this single strike.

Therefore, in the final moment of life, he poured all his power, his soul, his magic power, his entire life's experiences, and everything he possessed into this single technique.

This was the most outstanding axe technique of order-force among Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators throughout the ages. At the final moment of his life, Ming Tian erupted with inspiration like a gushing spring, elevating it once more by a great margin, reaching an unprecedented realm.

Then, Ming Tian burned his everything, his entire life's experience, pouring it all into this single axe!

Then, Ming Tian burned all of himself, his entire life's experiences, pouring them all into this axe strike!

"The Imperial Clan endures forever!"

After Ming Tian delivered this axe, his body turned to ash, his divine soul turned to ash, and he vanished completely from between heaven and earth.

However, the axe he had delivered still existed, and even gained a spirit of its own. With an incomparably resolute posture, it thundered into the void, its might terrifying beyond compare, achieving in that instant a certain resonance with the force of order.

The instant the Heaven-Splitting Giant Axe thundered into the void, a single brilliant beam of Jin Chong Guang pierced in here in an instant.

This was Jin Zhi's karmic consequence, materialized under the condensation of the Heaven-Earth Divine Sword, forming a true physical form, possessing a piercing sharpness that could penetrate all things—a trifling superficial fruit of immortal arts, the astonishing wisdom that crushed billions of geniuses.

This is Jin Zhi causality manifesting as true form under the condensation of the Heaven and Earth Divine Sword, possessing sharpness that pierces through all, the slightest fringe achievement of immortal arts, and earth-shattering wisdom that suppresses hundreds of millions of geniuses.

Rumble!

The instant the axe blade came into contact with that single beam of Jin Chong Guang, the starry sky collapsed for it, the cosmic river of stars lost its color for it, endless void was annihilated, leaving only a burst of incomparably brilliant Jin Chong Guang, and a Heaven-Splitting Giant Axe being continuously eroded beneath that light.

The two clashed fiercely as they crossed, countless orders and wills so intense they battled and annihilated one another.

The two clashed and slaughtered each other in a frenzy, countless orders and wills burning with extreme intensity wrestling against one another, annihilating.

No one knew how long had passed.

Ding!

Another crisp metallic sound rang out.

All the karmic golden light of Jin Zhi shattered, and the Taiqing Flying Sword let out a mournful wail before being sent flying backward.

Only a fragment of the Heaven-Shattering Giant Axe, about the size of a bowl's mouth, remained, piercing through hundreds of li of void as it flew past the cheek of the blue-robed youth, leaving a shallow trail of blood.

This was the final trace Ming Tian left behind in the world.

A generation's Horned Demon Imperial Clan's Ancient Imperial Son, the direct descendant of a Path-Unification realm powerhouse, a figure who had the potential to advance to Path-Unification in the future, a powerhouse named Ancient Imperial Son Ming Tian, who led nine million of his clan's great army to surround and kill a human youth who called himself Sixteen, had ultimately perished.

Both body and soul destroyed!