Chapter 1156: Slaying Dozens of Imperial Princes with a Single Sword

In the endless broken starry sky, Jiang Ding lightly touched the wound on his cheek.

Within this shallow wound lurked a crystallized wisp of will, magic power, qi and blood, and the power of Force Order left behind after the Ancient Prince of Dark Heaven burned everything; the moment it touched foreign power, it madly devoured the surrounding flesh and blood.

This is precisely why wounds inflicted by cultivators dueling are so hard to heal — it is no simple cut.

Unfortunately, the instant these alien powers entered Jiang Ding's body, countless sword qi surged forth, carrying the Six Orders, imbued with the Great Sun Destruction Sword Intent, and between the sword qi a hazy world faintly took shape.

These sword qi, like a tide, snuffed out the aftershock of the Ancient Prince of Dark Heaven's final strike.

A stream of blackish-brown tainted blood flowed down from Jiang Ding's cheek, falling into the starry sky and melting away a patch of space; within it, the Force Order and the Six Orders were still clashing, the destruction fiercer than a powder magazine exploding, comparable to the most elite Soul Transformation cultivators fighting for their lives.

The higher a cultivator's realm, the less human they become.

Even those who are said to have frail bodies — law cultivators and sword cultivators — are the same; their bodies may be fragile, but the magic power and sword intent flowing through their meridians are not.

After these alien powers were expelled, the wound on Jiang Ding's face healed in an instant.

This process of expelling foreign powers from the body to heal took only a single instant to complete; the Taiqing Flying Sword turned back and returned, slipping into the dark sword sheath at Jiang Ding's waist.

"Dark Heaven was a true hero."

Jiang Ding's gaze fell upon the remaining several million-strong army of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

In the vast starry sky, all was silent.

From the eight Ancient Princes such as Cang Yan and Tian You, to the dozens of princes such as Cang Kong, to the millions of kings, officers, and ordinary soldiers of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan — every Horned Demon clansman was deathly pale, their minds blank.

They could not believe, were unwilling to accept, everything unfolding before their eyes.

Dark Heaven was dead!

The sole Ancient Prince born to the Imperial Clan in tens of thousands of years, the strongest beneath the Great Emperor, the one who might one day become an Emperor — the Ancient Prince Dark Heaven had fallen in battle!

In a frontal battle, commanding nine hundred thousand troops to encircle and slay a human sword-path prodigy, he was no match and perished!

"No!"

"This isn't real, it absolutely cannot be real!"

"Just a human — a thing not even fit to be my slave — how could this happen?!!"

In that instant, many Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators broke down; even many kings who had grown up through nearly ten thousand years of warfare collapsed, cracks appearing in their once-unshakeable Dao hearts, unable to contain themselves.

In fact, the higher a Horned Demon Imperial Clan king's cultivation, the more unstable their Dao heart became — they understood what defeat meant, knew things the lower-ranked cultivators did not.

The fate of the once-dreaded Blood Vine Demon clan was still fresh in memory.

"Illusion!"

"This is an illusion!"

Countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan kings and princes twisted their faces, roaring without end.

"A mere human slave — our Ancient Prince must have already inflicted an irreparable wound upon him; he only appears unharmed, merely putting on a show."

"Kill! Kill him!"

"Kill!"

Countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan kings and princes fell into madness, each commanding their battle formations and leading their subordinates to charge.

These Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators truly were a race born for battle, a race of battle formations.

Even in such a frenzied state, they still instinctively merged their battle formations together by instinct; in the blink of an eye, dozens of pitch-black smoke signals like ink rose up, each one a force above the peak of Soul Transformation, smoothing the turbulence of the starry sky, terrifying beyond compare, more than enough to wipe out countless slave clans in a matter of days.

Among these dozens of pitch-black smoke signals, the strongest were undoubtedly the formations commanded by the eight Ancient Princes such as Cang Yan and Tian You, which had already brushed the edge of Order power and were forming a new Force Order power.

Among them, Ancient Prince Cang Yan was undoubtedly the strongest.

In the span of a breath, he completed the integration of his battle formation, gave birth to a Force Order power suited to himself, and began attempting to subsume the formations of the surrounding Ancient Princes, seeking to swiftly recover power close to what the Ancient Prince Dark Heaven had wielded, to restore the collapsing formations.

Whether Ancient Prince Cang Yan's attempt would succeed or not was uncertain.

It all depended on his formation-path ability.

If his formation-path ability were sufficient — say, possessing even one-seventh of Teacher Gu Lin's command capability — he could do it in an extremely short time; it was not impossible to reorganize the formations, turn the tide, earn immortal merit for the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, save the race from peril, and be crowned as Ancient Prince Cang Yan.

Unfortunately, in this world, there are not so many luxurious chances to try.

In the cosmic starry sky, there exist cold laws.

Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan had ruthlessly slaughtered all slave clans, often butchering billions of sentient beings including humans without the slightest mercy, never giving them any chance.

Today, such a thing ought to happen once again.

Clang!

A single sword-humming sound rang out, piercing through heaven and earth.

This sound, carried by the voice of Order, spread across the vast starry sky, entering every sentient being's divine soul — impossible to block, impossible to conceal.

"Fellow Daoists, you too are brave warriors…"

Jiang Ding slowly drew his longsword.

A terrifying Great Sun Destruction Sword Intent gradually enveloped thousands of li of star river; the Six Orders of Destruction, Law-Severing, Law-Destroying, Aberration, Yuan Magnetism, and Sword Path pressed down on all directions, solidifying all things between heaven and earth, causing even the omnipresent Heavenly Dao rules to reveal some of their form.

After dueling a powerful foe, he not only

bore no serious injury, but had become even more terrifying!

"No!"

"Charge! Char…"

Under such dreadful pressure flooding the star river, the dozens of princes such as Cang Kong, though commanding hundreds of thousands of troops and wielding power beyond the peak of Soul Transformation, were forced to halt, their feet as if filled with lead, unable to move even an inch.

"No!"

Their faces twisted in madness, they howled fiercely, their unwillingness reaching the extreme.

They were clearly already fighting for their lives!

They possessed fierce battle intent, fearing no death, yet under the suppression of the Six Orders they were frozen in place — even burning their essence blood was useless, of no avail whatsoever.

Before a human Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child who wielded Order power,

they did not even have the right to draw their swords!

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Cang Yan, Tian You, and the other eight Ancient Emperor's Children were even stronger. Commanding massive armies and drawing on the power of military formations, they all stood at the edge of birthing the Order of Force, each at least qualified to stand before a human prodigy who had mastered the power of Order.

Ancient Emperor's Child Cang Yan had already birthed the power of the Order of Force. The Heaven Flame Spear in his hand was immensely heavy, capable of collapsing star rivers and shattering ten thousand laws with sheer might.

At that moment, the sword of that blue-robed youth left its sheath.

"I hope you can survive beneath this sword."

Jiang Ding gave a slight nod.

No matter what, he would respect the opponents before him, regardless of their strength.

Clang!

The sword came out.

That sword-light blazed like a blazing sun!

Six ripples circled the great sun, emanating an utterly terrifying aura—so much so that even Ancient Emperor's Child Cang Yan, standing within the Order of Force, showed a momentary daze, unable to resist.

The other Emperor's Children and Ancient Emperor's Children were even worse off, utterly unable to discern where this sword strike came from or what it looked like.

Unobservable, impossible to witness.

Let alone facing it as an enemy!

Even with shocking, heaven-rending brute force, against an attack that cannot be observed, nothing could be done.

"No…"

Ancient Emperor's Child Tian You and the others revealed looks of terror.

They transformed into hundred-zhang giants, madly burning their essence blood, amassing tremendous power sufficient to shatter a thousand-li star river and slaughter hundreds of millions of slave-race experts—yet they could not see that sword-light at all, and could only strike wildly in some direction.

Clang!

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword.

He did not look back at this battlefield, turning to leave.

Behind him, dozens of Horned Demon Imperial Race Emperor's Children and Ancient Emperor's Children—each commanding armies of hundreds of thousands, each possessing power above the peak of Soul Transformation, each a renowned prodigy within their domain.

But at this moment, the starry sky instantly fell silent.

Dozens of Horned Demon Imperial

Race Emperor's Children had faces savage and twisted, mouths open wide as if roaring something, yet their bodies abruptly went rigid.