Chapter 1183: The Honor of Dying Beneath My Sword

"What does Canghai Tianjun mean?"

Yin Dao Canghai Tianjun's face showed a look of confusion.

"Tianchou Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Six-Fingered Old Demon are ancient demons; even though I am their direct bloodline, I hold no affection for them whatsoever."

Yin Dao Canghai Tianjun swore an oath, saying: "Canghai Tianjun may not know this, but in my childhood, I had nine direct siblings; in the end, only I survived, while the other eight all died, killed by Tianchou Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and together with my poor mother, became one of Tianchou Master Dinghai Zhenjun's Nine Sons and Daughters Chain Swords in his hand."

"These two thieves and I cannot coexist under the same sky!"

"You are acting on behalf of heaven to execute justice, slaying demons and monsters, avenging my mother; how could I possibly hold any hatred?"

Thinking of his mother from the past, Yin Dao Canghai Tianjun's eyes turned red as he spoke.

These were all genuine outpourings of emotion.

How could there be a child in this world who does not love their mother, especially one who died in childhood and exists only in memories?

"With such gratitude,"

"and no hatred, then why?"

Jiang Ding sighed slightly, looking somewhat puzzled: "Or perhaps, you misread the laws of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting?"

"Infiltrating the Hun Yuan Fa Tian Du's various levels of Wei Guan at the Yuan Ying realm and Jin Dan realm with conspiracy, unknowingly controlling their souls, turning nearly half of the Hun Yuan Fa Tian Du cultivators into your private army."

"There are also other acts of corruption and bending the law, favoritism, secretly sentencing Yuan Ying and Jin Dan cultivators to death, then refining them into demonic treasures, spiritual pills..."

"After reading the Master Tushan Laws, you viewed these matters as crimes punishable by only five hundred and seventy-seven years of imprisonment?"

"What misunderstanding is there in this?"

Jiang Ding asked slowly.

"Canghai Tianjun, I..."

Yin Dao's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun looked at him and was startled with dread.

He dared to speak up first because he naturally had a trump card, but he never expected his opponent's trump card to be so terrifying!

Nearly half of the Hun Yuan Fa Tian Du private army!

This was a great army established since the founding of Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, with formidable strength that could even easily defeat a peak Soul Transformation cultivator; if unleashed at a critical moment, there would be a high probability of snatching the final victory.

The other Canghai Tianjun nearby, such as Mu Mu Tianxue and others, did not show much surprise.

"This is the evidence."

Jiang Ding flicked his finger, and scenes appeared before the eyes of the many Canghai Tianjun, showing the restrictions within the souls of Hun Yuan Fa Tian Du cultivators, completely solidifying these matters.

Yin Dao fell silent, speaking no more.

He seemed to have gambled wrong.

"And you,"

"Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun."

Jiang Ding finally turned his gaze toward this green centipede: "Your mother, Lady Jia You, paid with her life to save you from Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun,"

"hoping you would grow strong and live a peaceful, stable life."

"Now it seems, in the end, her wish cannot be fulfilled."

Clang~

The sword was drawn bit by bit, finally leaving its scabbard.

It was a terrifying blue-gold flying sword; the moment it appeared, it emitted an incredibly heavy chaotic aura, containing six terrifying powers that were completely incomprehensible, causing even Soul Transformation cultivators to feel suffocated.

"Two Daoist friends."

"The two of you originally did not deserve me to use my sword."

Jiang Ding said indifferently: "However, since you are old acquaintances, or descendants of old acquaintances, I am willing to grant you such an honor: to die beneath my sword."

"Make your move."

"In consideration of past ties, I will give you one move's time."

"Canghai Tianjun..."

Yin Dao pleaded.

This was futile.

Cold killing intent bloomed bit by bit and began to show impatience; the final mercy and tolerance would soon be lost, leaving not even the slightest chance.

"Hahaha!"

"Yin Dao, why act with such feminine weakness!"

Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun, a green centipede body dozens of zhang long, laughed wildly: "Since we have already made our decision, then if we succeed, we will possess countless heavenly treasures and have hope of ascending to the Upper Realm; if we fail, we die."

"What is there to fear?"

"Master Tushan is merely a withered bone in a tomb, putting on airs!"

Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun roared.

He instantly burned his essence blood, burned his soul, and burned his massive green poison centipede demon body, forming power like a river or tsunami, all gathering within his blood-filled giant mouth, all gathering upon his demon core.

Boom!

The green centipede, dozens of zhang long, opened its blood-filled giant mouth, spitting out a terrifying green centipede demon core.

This centipede demon core, shaped like a sword pill, was a poison sword gu pill forged by Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun by combining the sword cultivator inheritance within Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting; he had carefully cultivated and refined it for over a thousand years, and even created a sword technique named Blood-Burning Gu Sword Art.

At this very moment, under the burning of essence blood and soul, endless heavenly and earthly trends were added to it; behind the demon core followed countless Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu; with a full-power slash, its power was terrifying to the extreme.

Although his realm was early Soul Transformation, under the expenditure of all his resources, he possessed power capable of threatening a late Soul Transformation cultivator!

"Pretentious old thief, die!"

Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun stared fiercely at the young man in green robes on the Wang Zuo and roared.

"Then, as you wish."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword slashed out in one strike, then reversed and flew back.

In that instant, heaven and earth froze solid.

The madly roaring several-zhang-long emerald-green centipede, the emerald-green venom sword pellet, and Yin Dao Canghai Tianjun—who had seized the chance to burn his essence-blood and Primordial Spirit as he fled desperately out of the palace—his cold, fleeing light already at its utmost speed.

All of this froze in place, unmoving.

"So this is the invincible Canghai Tianjun who once slew an existence from the Upper Realm…"

Ice Snow Canghai Tianjun and the others watched this scene, their hearts trembling, their bodies shaking.

"No!"

"This is impossible!"

"I still have trump cards! I still have fortuitous encounters! How could I die!"

A sword-scar appeared between Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun's brows; fear surfaced in his eyes, panic-stricken, no longer so bold and free.

He seemed to possess some important supreme treasure, some fortuitous trump card, which gave him enormous confidence—believing he could overthrow Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting and take his place—so he had been the first to stick his neck out, confident he could reap the final fruits.

Yet beneath this one sword, all of it was delusion.

Crack!

The next moment, the sword-scar between the emerald-green centipede's brows spread outward, extending across its entire body and cleaving the creature from head to tail into two halves; its entrails spilled forth with a gushing sound, while emerald-green venomous blood flooded the entire palace, filling the air with a pungent stench of blood.

And Yin Dao, who had just barely reached the palace gate, likewise had his body split into two halves, fresh blood streaming, his soul utterly destroyed.

At this moment, the Black Demon Palace's ground was carpeted in fresh blood.

All the Canghai Tianjun felt a chill in their hearts, their bodies trembling, deeply lowering their heads.

"Fortuitous encounters, ah… trump cards, ah…"

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

He looked at the centipede body torn open by Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun, and within it, he saw a familiar-looking clump of flesh and blood, of a fresh-red hue, with the power of the Blood Dao order faintly emanating.

"An acquaintance, as it happens."

Jiang Ding smiled faintly: "My friend, you still haven't broken free of Zou Zou Xiyuan's seal? How wonderful."

This clump of fresh-red flesh and blood fell silent.

After a moment, this clump of flesh and blood formed from the power of the Blood Dao order also slowly split apart from within, cut in two by a streak of sword-light—no obstruction existed, no earth-shaking great eruption, no desperate reversal.

"The speed at which your strength grows…"

From within this clump of flesh-and-blood fragments came a terrified voice, utterly horrified, yet unable to even finish speaking before being torn to shreds by the power of the six orders lingering on the sword-scar.

A mere remnant of a single spell—no great right to speak.