Chapter 1157: The Invincible Sword Cultivator of the Human Race in the Nine Spirit Domain

Jiang Ding left this place.

There was nothing left on this battlefield that made him linger; he walked straight toward Teacher Gu Lin, intending to apologize to her properly.

Antu Zi, Ji Liuyue, Tianji Candidate Daozi, and others stood far away, holding their breath, looking at the dozens of Horned Demon Imperial Clan's Imperial Sons.

Their bodies were stiff, their faces contorted, looking vividly alive, but their enormous pupils had already lost all vitality.

At a certain moment.

A shallow bloodstain had appeared at some unknown time in Cangkong Imperial Son's throat.

In the blink of an eye, this bloodstain widened, spreading around his entire neck.

Then,

A gurgling sound was heard, and Cangkong Imperial Son's enormous head fell from the air, plunging into the dead silent Star Sea.

This was a beginning.

After Cangkong Imperial Son's head fell, the heads of the dozens of surrounding Imperial Sons fell as well; hundred-zhang giants instantly became headless giants, blood fountains spraying several zhang high, a most spectacular sight.

The Imperial Sons had no power to resist, dying in swarms like ants.

Among them, Ancient Flame Ancient Imperial Son, who had borrowed the military formation to grasp the power of the Force Order, along with seven other equally powerful Ancient Imperial Sons, were no different from the rest.

They were indeed stronger.

But before that sword light wreathed by six Order Rules, where worlds flickered between birth and destruction, they were no different from anyone else.

The sword came out,

Accept death.

That was all, nothing more.

The entire stretch of endless starry sky was utterly silent, leaving only the sound of blood blossoms bursting from the headless bodies of all the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's Imperial Sons; apart from this, everything was still, and not a single person was affected, not even the slightest scratch.

"Run!"

No one knew which Horned Demon Imperial Clan soldier tremblingly uttered the first sound.

"Imperial Son! Ancient Imperial Son! Ancient Imperial Prince..."

"They're dead, they're all dead!"

Countless Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators instantly collapsed!

They no longer had any will to fight; whether kings, generals, colonel officers, or soldiers, at this moment there was no difference between them.

Everyone was fleeing, fleeing madly, toward the Minor Thousand Worlds, toward the dark and profound starry sky, anywhere at all, only wanting to immediately get far away from here, far away from that nightmare-like figure of the human youth.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan's several million elite army, a top-tier domain force that had fought its way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood over countless years, instantly collapsed at this moment, losing all order, scurrying about in swarms like ants, no longer possessing any power to resist.

In a stretch of silent starry sky.

"Teacher, I'm very sorry."

A youth in blue came before Teacher Gu Lin and bowed deeply.

"Regarding what happened before, I nearly lost control; I must thank you for pulling me back."

Jiang Ding said, quite embarrassed.

In his heart, however, he felt quite regretful.

The Immortal Gate was now forming an alliance with the Badaxian Sect, but there was no rule forbidding them from killing its Candidate Daozi; the great Dao of Harmonization was right before his eyes, and the chances of those eight Great Powers turning hostile were very high.

In a moment of clouded judgment, killing them was killing them.

Anyway, the relationship between the Immortal Gate and the Badaxian Sect had already dropped to freezing point, kept together only by mutual benefit; lowering it further wouldn't lower it anywhere.

The only thing that made Jiang Ding feel somewhat guilty was that it was the first time he had revealed killing intent toward an Immortal Gate citizen who had not committed a capital crime; his lack of self-control made him feel immensely ashamed.

The blood-thirst instinct of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion could be overcome, as long as one was strong enough.

"It's fine; sometimes I too get very emotional and unable to control myself."

"Jiang Ding, as long as you're safe, that's good."

Teacher Gu Lin did not blame him at all, nor would she treat him like a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Candidate Daozi, dreading him like a tiger; she advised earnestly: "The Immortal Gate is a force that values order and principles; this kind of political credibility has brought us many benefits in the past, and even hostile factions have to acknowledge our facts in this regard."

"This political credibility is the Immortal Gate's precious treasure; do not destroy it."

Clearly, Teacher Gu Lin had her own firm view and did not approve of the Great Sun Sword Son's actions.

"Yes, you're right."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

In the distance, Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Candidate Daozi Ji Liuyue, Antu Zi, Tianji Candidate Daozi, and others watched him warily, but did not flee, because this was a dead land, a Blood Fighting Ground; fleeing elsewhere was actually less safe than staying beside Teacher Gu Lin.

"Fellow Daoist An, Fellow Daoist Ji, Fellow Daoist Tianji..."

Jiang Ding did not pretend not to see the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Candidate Daozi; he greeted each one in turn, saying warmly: "Long time no see, your grace remains as before; it's just that you still haven't birthed the power of Order, which is somewhat regrettable."

"I once saw records that Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Candidate Daozi also seem to possibly birth the power of Order at the peak of Nascent Soul stage, and without needing slaughter; they cannot be looked down upon."

"Why haven't you broken through?"

This was not mockery on his part, but genuine puzzlement and regret.

At this moment, Jiang Ding vaguely understood why Zou Zou Xiyuan had always been bitterly saying that she was living a hard life.

Now it seemed that was indeed the case.

If the enemies were not strong, sword cultivators could not grow.

The Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Candidate Daozi seemed to have reached their own bottleneck in strength.

"Hmph!"

"Jiang Ding Zi, do not be so smug!"

Ji Liuyue's face flushed slightly as she gave a soft snort: "Law cultivators cannot advance through slaughter, so at the Nascent Soul stage there are indeed many limitations, but at the Deity Transformation stage it may not necessarily be so!"

The Divine Stage is not necessarily so!

"You must know that within the Boundless Starry Sky, those who suppress an era and ultimately ascend to immortality are mostly law cultivators!"

The surrounding Candidate Daozi wore faces full of indignation.

"Is that so?"

"That's quite something."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded: "Within the realm domains, there are likewise many heroes. I recall the records of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion stating that once a law cultivator enters Nascent Soul, they can spontaneously awaken to the Dao, comprehend the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and birth order within the world — and they need no slaughter or tempering at all, merely observing heaven and earth and nature is enough. Truly, one cannot help but be endlessly impressed."

What was being referenced here were the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's records concerning the Upper Realm.

"Law cultivators do indeed place greater emphasis on slow accumulation and sudden release. A few of you — do not disappoint me again."

Jiang Ding cast a deep look at the several Candidate Daozi.

In the distance, the bodies of several dozen Horned Demon Imperial Clan's Imperial Sons collapsed; the indestructible chaotic space shattered, and certain things containing a wisp of spatial origin flew like scattered stars toward the Taiqing Flying Sword, pouring into it and adding some foundation to the embryonic form of the Sword World. In the future, when it advanced to Void Refining and birthed rules, there would be a few fewer thresholds.

This was the reason the Taiqing Flying Sword preferred opponents like Candidate Daozi and Imperial Sons.

"Ten thousand victories!"

"Ten thousand victories!"

"..."

While the several Candidate Daozi were chatting idly, the Immortal Gate's fleet and the Badaxian Sect's Dao Soldiers poured out in a steady stream, slaughtering in all directions. Their morale was at its peak, invincible, swiftly mopping up the fleeing Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators on all sides. The slaughter dyed this stretch of starry sky with blood.

Many cultivators glanced from time to time at the blue-robed youth wearing a long sword at his waist at the center of the Candidate Daozi, their eyes full of fervor.

This was — the Human Race's Invincible Sword Cultivator!

No matter which camp he stood in, in the future, once he had fully grown, he would surely spread the Human Race's living space and the Human Race's glory into the boundless, vast realm domains!