Chapter 1330: Heavy Rain Beneath the Radiation Storm Clouds

The Great Clarity Flying Sword hangs in the sky, brilliant as the sun.

On the earth, countless shattered carbon shells drift and fly; Blood Dao rules shroud all directions. Countless newborn, tender pink arms grow forth, dancing in the wind. Countless living beings wail incessantly atop flesh-and-blood mountains, forming sound waves of soul attacks, terrifying beyond measure, instantly launching three hundred and sixty soul-curse attacks against the enemy.

"Blood Dao..."

Jiang Ding stands firm in the sky, regarding all these curses and soul-curse attacks as if he saw nothing.

The Materialist Sun Sword Soul guards the Sea of Consciousness; for a cultivator at the peak of Void Refinement, these perilous soul attacks are merely like a gentle breeze, requiring no attention whatsoever.

"Sword Cultivator!"

"A Void Refinement Sword Cultivator!"

Ancestral Master Blood Lake stands upon countless tender pink arms; the arms intertwine and coil, forming a flesh-and-blood lotus that supports him, grotesque and terrifying, stirring great unease in people's hearts.

"You are not a native cultivator of the Thunder Flame Domain, nor did my few old friends seize an opportunity to break through in power."

Ancestral Master Blood Lake's voice is low, his demonic sound like a sharp blade.

"And an outsider breaking through the domain at the Void Refinement stage must bring celestial phenomena and must inevitably suffer heavy injuries; this is a problem even the Immortal Sects have yet to solve, forcing them to rely on indirect rule through numerous True Sects and Dao Sects, thereby ceding portions of their interests."

"Therefore,"

"You are at the Soul Transformation stage!"

"Is that not so, young friend?"

He looks coldly at that youth in green robes.

"Interesting."

"Truly a Void Refinement from a True Sect; the heritage and foundation are indeed present."

Jiang Ding smiles slightly.

There is no need to deny this; under numerous conditions, the truth has already been revealed.

Will this cause any trouble?

It will not.

No information will leak; under the shroud of the Human Dao, all internal and external messages have been obscured and severed. At least, the communication techniques mastered by the True Sects cannot break through such a level of information blockade.

"From which Immortal Sect does this young friend hail?"

"What background do you have?"

Ancestral Master Blood Lake reveals a warm smile on his face and asks gently.

"Background?"

"This Lord hails from the Thunder Sun Heaven Sword Realm. Do you wish to commit suicide?"

"That would suffice; as long as you die, the process of the battle is not particularly important."

"For the sake of the Righteous Path beneath heaven, this Lord is willing to sacrifice himself."

Jiang Ding says earnestly.

"Hahaha..."

"Thunder Sun Heaven Sword Realm?"

"Where did this mountain hermit come from? The greatest joke under heaven!"

Ancestral Master Blood Lake reveals a mocking expression and laughs madly: "The inherited Sword Cultivators of the Thunder Sun Heaven Sword Realm are numbered; their Gong Fa differ, yet they must all carry Thunder Arts, while the inherited Sword Cultivators of the Great Yin

Yang Sword Realm must always come in pairs."

"You, this wild cultivator, where do you look like a disciple of an Immortal Sect?"

"Since you are not honest, then die."

"Wait until I twist off your head, peel back your scalp, and extract your soul; you will then honestly tell me everything. At that time, young friend, you will surely correct the bad habit of liking to lie."

Buzz!

Ancestral Master Blood Lake not only said this, but directly did so.

He slaps out with one palm; a slender, long hand expands in a single breath to hundreds of kilometers in size. Every palm line on the hand is clearly visible; the fingernails are sharp as knives, forged from Sixth-Grade Cold Iron, comparable to treasures of space-blades and swords, infinitely sharp.

This palm loosely grips; though incomparably huge, it is infinitely agile; even a grain of dust could be pinched, let alone the beautiful head of a youth.

The instant the palm strikes, countless wailing hands from the flesh-and-blood mountains soar into the air, accompanying it together, imprinting upon all four directions. Countless Blood Dao rules fill all directions, obscuring everything; above and below the sky, cold killing intent abounds.

"You, such a demonic outsider, living in the world, every breath is a calamity to the human race, a cancer of the species."

"You ought to die beneath my sword."

Jiang Ding looks at the terrifying, bloody hands surrounding him and shakes his head slightly.

Facing the palm about to twist off his head, he draws the sword at his waist and strikes a single sword strike.

The moment this sword strikes, the sky and earth pause slightly.

Water mist rises; wind stirs and clouds surge, gathering into clusters. Countless primal magnetic orders comparable to rules shroud the sky and earth, forming gray radiation storm clouds that obscure the entire sky spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.

Immediately, the gray radiation storm clouds bloom, and a thread of Jin Chong Guang drips down.

One drop falls, followed by billions of drops of Jin Chong Guang like threads, pattering down. Spring rain is as precious as oil; in this season, it descends upon the earth, bringing the order of Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun to the land.

"Daoist Friend Blood Lake,"

"This is the sixteenth power of the prototype of the Modified Gold-Annihilating Sword, also named Rain Summoning. Pure physical cultivation power can no longer destroy it; please offer your critique."

Jiang Ding calls out loudly.

Beneath the dark gray radiation storm clouds, golden phoenix fine rain patters down. Every thread of raindrop contains the sword arts at the peak of the Sword Realm, possessing abilities such as Sword Intent, Sword Light Division, Refining Swords into Threads, and Indestructibility. Every rain thread contains the supreme realm of the Sword Dao that ninety-nine percent of sword cultivators in the world can never reach in their lifetimes.

The pattering spring rain falls upon the raging, charging Blood Jade giant palm, and upon the countless tender pink hands spreading forth from the flesh-and-blood mountains.

These hands, wrapped in countless Blood Dao rules and possessing world-destroying power, pause.

They crash into the golden silk raindrops as if striking a mountain forged from divine metal, suffering lightning strikes, their speed dropping at an extremely

fast rate, slowing to the pace of a snail within a few breaths.

At this moment, even the naked eyes of mortals can see everything clearly, with no secrets.

The youth before the blood-jade giant palm, though clearly on the verge of touching it, could advance not a single inch further.

Drip!

Drip, drip...

Fine threads of rain fell continuously, landing on those tender pink palms; a single drop of golden-threaded rain precisely struck one tender pink palm, instantly piercing through it to reveal a Kong Dong that was clear from front to back, with the Blood Dao rules unable to hinder it in the slightest.

The area around the Kong Dong, stained by the golden-threaded raindrops, was like mortals encountering highly concentrated aqua regia; the tender pink palm instantly carbonized, then turned to ash, scattering down in a flurry, rendering the Blood Dao rules void, leaving not a single drop of the deathless and indestructible Blood Dao beings remaining.

The instant the raindrops fell, the sky blazed with brilliant light, and all the tender pink palms turned entirely to dust and earth, plummeting from the heavens.

In the sky, only the blood-jade giant palm, struck by the Blood Lake Ancestor's own body-palm, remained, surrounded by countless Blood Dao rules moving with the swiftness of wind and thunder, and containing countless deep-red, blood-like Blood Dao curses; its fingernails were sharp as sixth-rank spatial treasures, and anyone scratched by these fingers, even a Void Refining cultivator, would perish instantly.

Yet, beneath the sky's steady drizzle of golden-threaded raindrops, this blood-jade giant palm too met its end.

Drop by drop, raindrops fell upon the giant palm; each single drop could smash a deep crater into the indestructible giant palm, leaving flesh and blood in a bloody mess and exposing white bones.

Drop after drop of golden-threaded raindrops fell.

In a single breath, the skin of the blood-jade giant palm had entirely rotted away, a bloody mess; under more rain threads, even the flesh and blood turned to ash, revealing the final bones, white and jade-like.

And now, beneath the raindrops, even the smooth bones had turned black and scorched; nothing was immortal.

All such things happened in an instant; the blood-jade giant palm had become white bones, with all flesh and skin stripped away.

"Ah!"

"No, my hand..."

The ten fingers are connected to the heart; layer upon layer of flesh and blood was peeled away by the raindrops, causing the divine soul itself to become incomplete.

The Blood Lake Ancestor let out a piercing wail.

This wailing voice mixed with the cries of tens of millions of half-dead, half-alive beings beneath his flesh-and-blood lotus throne, creating a peculiar flavor.