Chapter 1344: Your Sect's Generations of Patriarchs Cannot Compare to Me

Heaven and earth both dimmed.

Gale winds howled, the earth and Shanfeng tore apart, leaving only a single Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon in the sky, its oppressive might terrifying as it dove down from the heavens, devouring everything, Lei Ting rules shredding all, destroying heaven and earth, the world seeming on the verge of tearing apart and shattering.

"A deathbed struggle."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The array's foundations were shattered, the spiritual veins and earth qi over tens of thousands of kilometers already thrown into utter chaos.

What good is this all-out burning attack?

Even though its might was more terrifying, its attack intensity having taken a step beyond the peak of Refinement Void, in the eyes of a quasi-seventh-rank array master, it was nothing but a burly man who had completely lost his reason, his center wide open, wildly swinging his fists, fully exposing his own heart.

A flaw in the array!

At this moment, the flaws in the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect's sect-guarding array had multiplied beyond counting; even a peak sixth-rank array master could see them clearly at this moment, without any difficulty.

"Since over four thousand years ago, your sect's Lei Department Dao soldiers have surrounded and killed me."

"And robbed me of my wealth,"

"Enslaved and slaughtered the living beings of countless Minor Thousand Worlds…"

"All these deeds, let us settle them today."

Jiang Ding placed his hand on the sword hilt and slowly drew the Taiqing Flying Sword.

The blade left the sheath bit by bit, flying into the sky; there was no sword technique, only sword intent, sword light differentiation, sword qi thunder sound, refining the sword into silk, indestructible sword intent, the peak Sword Dao realm of the Sword World—all such augmentations pushed the flying sword's speed and sharpness to the utmost, piercing straight through from the sky.

The Taiqing Flying Sword plunged straight into the mouth of the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon, whose might in the sky was incomparably terrifying.

That terrifying vortex of Lei Ting rules, swallowing heaven and earth, devouring all, could not affect the flying sword in the slightest; the flying sword passed through perfectly straight.

Wherever the blue-gold sword body flew, the Lei Ting rules there shifted and interwove a step ahead, clearing a path, allowing this fearsome flying sword to weave through as if by uncanny coincidence, as if rehearsed countless times beforehand.

The flying sword delivered a twisting, curving strike—sometimes looping back, circling, dissecting like a cook butchering an ox—using a single instant to pierce through the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon, then turned back.

Effortless.

Too effortless!

Without using any sword technique, the flying sword encountered no resistance whatsoever, relying only on the flying sword's own sharpness; no further power was needed.

In the sky, the countless Lei Ting rules surrounding the ferociously terrifying Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon stiffened.

"No!"

"This is impossible!"

"This is the ultimate strike painstakingly deduced by generations of patriarchs, the final trump card to annihilate the sect's enemies—impossible! This is illusion…"

Wanlei Zhenzun looked as if he had seen a ghost, blood tears streaming from his eyes, screaming wildly in madness.

"Your sect's generations of patriarchs,"

"

cannot compare to me."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"This is illusion!"

"You cannot deceive me, hahaha—"

Wanlei Zhenzun refused to believe it, roaring and bellowing.

These were his final words in this world, his last trace.

Crack!

From the body of the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon in the sky came the sound of shattering; cracks spread outward centered on a sword scar along the midline, densely packed, covering the entire body in an instant.

Then,

Boom!

Rumble!

A terrifying eruption occurred between heaven and earth.

Throughout the entire Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, every place, every earth vein and earth qi, every peak erupted in earth-shattering great explosions; the entire sect shattered, tore apart, every place where the array's foundations existed now met with great destruction, great tearing, the sect-guarding array reduced to a pile of fragments.

And as the core of the array, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect's Supreme Elder Wanlei Zhenzun bore the brunt of it, a single person enduring the greatest array backlash, his entire body instantly collapsing into a cloud of blood mist, which then under the Lei Ting rules' backlash turned into a patch of white ash, leaving only a feeble divine soul taken away by a blue-gold flying sword.

His entire body, ash and dust, was annihilated.

"The Ancestor, defeated!"

"No!"

"This isn't real…"

Among the many shattered Shanfeng and lands, where space and rules had torn apart, strangely enough, most of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect's disciples and elders did not die along with the array; they screamed in terror, unable to accept the scene before their eyes, as if their faith had collapsed.

This was Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's mercy.

The Great Sun Canghai Tianjun did not choose to slaughter the entire Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, did not extend the sins of Refinement Void cultivators to all mid- and low-tier cultivators and butcher them.

Here in the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, naturally there would be no great slaughter either, no massacre of all beings under heaven.

They were merely weak cultivators going with the flow, not having committed such grave sins, not guilty to that extent.

Furthermore, before the disciples of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm inheritance arrived, the Thunder Flame Domain needed to maintain normalcy; everything had to be normal, no anomalies of any kind were permitted.

This normalcy included the many cultivators of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect.

In the Thunder Flame Domain, the many cultivators of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect should exist—walking, killing, refining treasures, collecting taxes, living; everything had to be present.

"Run!"

"Go quickly, the sect's spark of hope…"

Among the many weeping Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect disciples and elders, two Refinement Void cultivators stood out conspicuously; heavily wounded, they burned everything, merged into the rules, and fled madly into the distance.

Clang!

At this moment, a clear sword cry rang out between heaven and earth

A sword-light of golden thread, transformed from a Taiqing flying sword, flashed and vanished, then rolled back and fell into the sword sheath at the waist of the blue-robed youth.

A stretch of void appeared hazy and indistinct, revealing two Refinement Void cultivators fleeing in different directions.

Their bodies stiffened, their heads tumbled to the ground with a gurgle, fountains of blood sprayed several zhang high, and their headless bodies collapsed with a thud, losing all vitality.

Their divine souls, within this sword-strike of annihilation, were likewise scattered into oblivion.

"For some reason,"

"right now, I especially miss Great Emperor Yan Shi."

Jiang Ding lightly stroked the sword hilt, falling into a brief reverie: "If he appeared before me, I'd cut him down with one sword — no more, no less, just one sword, kill him dead — just thinking about it makes me happy."

"I wonder if the current me could possibly, alone with one sword, sweep clean the Jiao Jiao Mingyu of the past, and suppress all enemies beneath the Jiao Ming Emperor…"

Numerous thoughts arose within his heart.

Meanwhile, all around, the Human Realm Dao spread in all directions, enveloping the four directions, drawing all people and all things within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers entirely into its range.

Gradually, the weeping stopped.

Gradually, the apocalyptic scene of mountains shaking, the earth shattering, and lava flowing vanished.

Lei Ting Shanfeng once again stood firm at the center of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, countless formations densely spread in all directions, and the many broken and collapsed pavilions and towers rose up once more, restored to their original state.

"The matters the Sect Master assigned…"

"I should go cultivate now…"

"Sigh, us outer-gate disciples are just born to toil…"

The expressions of the many panicked, weeping, fleeing disciples stiffened, then quickly regained their liveliness, fully returning to normal, moving through the mountain gate, busy, each attending to their own duties.

A scene of harmonious, beautiful True Sect.