Chapter 1365: What Is the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect Best At?

When the Qi Sect's Pi Ying Shen Jun was pondering, a chubby old man drifted over.

Expressionless, his narrow eyes cold, he merely cupped his hands in greeting, calling out "Daoist Friend Pi Ying," then said no more, silently watching the battlefield in the sky.

"Daoist Friend Shou Gui, why not strike and slay the wretch?"

Pi Ying Shen Jun asked curiously: "I observe that your sect's inheritance disciple seems about to be defeated and slain. If you do not act, his life may well be in danger."

This daoist friend's temperament—he knew it well too. He cared nothing for face; bullying the weak with greater strength was commonplace. Especially since that mountain hermit was no disciple of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong—kill him and it's done, no need to mind it.

The only thing was that it might affect the sword Dao reputation of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Jing.

Though, to be honest, in recent years, because of those Lei Yang old-timers—an utterly lawless group whose status within the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Jing is exceedingly transcendent—the reputation of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Jing had already become rather poor.

This mattered little; which sect did not have a stretch of dark history?

So long as that invincible powerhouse still stood, everything was fine, all of it mere trivialities.

"How could it be so easy…"

"In a sword cultivator's sword duel, so long as they are of the same rank, whatever means the opponent uses is fair."

The chubby old man sighed softly: "Once I make a move, Xiao Chong Guang Lei's sword Dao will be ruined, his sword soul will collapse, and he will lose all confidence."

"A sword-soul sword cultivator has already merged as one with the sword Dao. If the sword soul collapses, the odds of his own death reach sixty or seventy percent. Even if he survives, his cultivation will never advance an inch for the rest of his life."

"Weaker sword cultivators, those who have not birthed a sword soul, can still recultivate, regain their sword heart. A sword-soul sword cultivator cannot."

"Once the sword soul collapses, it's over."

"Even if he lives, he'll be a Soul Transformation cultivator for life, or at best a barely advanced early-stage Refining Void cultivator for life. To him, that is more painful than death."

"How could I bear to do it?"

"Either from the start do not duel, submit, or die in battle, or flee."

"Xiao Chong Guang Lei still has a chance now. If he completes a breakthrough between life and death, or successfully flees by his own ability, his sword Dao will surely advance further…"

Throughout the ages, nearly every sword Dao sect has had stern regulations regarding the sword cultivator's 'Glorious Sword Duel.' This is no coincidence, but a rule formed only after witnessing the consequences again and again.

"However,"

"No matter what, I guarantee,"

Shou Gui Shen Jun's killing intent was icy: "That ant will surely die, in the most painful manner under heaven, suffering the cruelest torments under heaven unto death!"

……

Boom!

When the steel city within the Mortal Dao fired nineteen volleys in unison, the situation finally underwent a qualitative change.

That light, an endlessly bril

liant sun of destruction blasted forth, landing on the body of the Innate Thunder Dragon. With a crack, the Thunder Dragon's body was forcibly torn apart at its midsection. Great splashes of fresh blood and shattered thunder sprayed in all directions, piercing through space and rules again and again.

"Ah!"

"No…"

The Innate Thunder Dragon's shattered body collapsed, revealing a dashing youth. He screamed and wailed, his voice incomparably shrill.

The millions of watching sword cultivators shuddered in their hearts.

They saw that the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Jing's inheritance disciple, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun, had been bisected from the waist down. The severed edge was perfectly smooth; fresh blood and entrails flowed out, then were instantly carbonized by terrifying high temperature.

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun was defeated!

Defeated at the hands of a sun-inheritance sword cultivator who called himself Jiang Ding Zi, the Great Sun Sword Child!

This was a spectacle rarely seen in the upper realms for millions or tens of millions of years—a lone sun-inheritance sword cultivator had actually defeated a same-rank Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance cultivator. It was truly inconceivable.

"Defeated!"

"I am defeated!"

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun was endlessly sorrowful.

He did not hesitate; he turned and fled at once.

His body crumbled into strands and wisps of thunder and destruction-order, vanishing in an instant. Even divine sense and karma could detect nothing. His Dun Fa was incomparably wondrous—surely a profound inheritance bearing immortal art achievements from within the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Jing. Even cultivators stronger than him by a margin could not find his trace.

Sword cultivators.

For this profession that spent a lifetime seeking strong foes to fight, the two most important abilities were—

Fighting and fleeing!

These two abilities were equally important to a sword cultivator.

No one could remain undefeated forever, and the ability to flee was the most crucial reliance for a future comeback.

Throughout history, how many illustrious sword Dao powerhouses whose fame lit up myriad realms had risen from continual defeat. Including that invincible powerhouse of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Jing—fleeing was nothing to be ashamed of.

As the inheritors of that invincible powerhouse, the sword cultivators of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Jing were likewise exceptionally outstanding in fleeing ability.

In almost an instant, the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Jing's inheritance sword cultivator had already vanished from everyone's sight.

"Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun has fled."

"He was defeated!"

"What a pity, he was not slain. That was an eighth-grade sword embryo…"

Millions of sword cultivators were all filled with regret, sighing endlessly for that sword cultivator who had struck above his station.

Only they, as sword cultivators, could know what a same-rank defeated opponent's flying sword meant to the victor—the key to a further qualitative change in one's own foundation and heritage, the key to ascending in a single step.

"Sigh, in this world eight or nine out of ten things do not go as one wishes…"

Many sighed.

Except for one person.

A youth whose face had been ashen and dead at heart ever since Jiang Ding Zi appeared and began fighting the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance sword cultivator. His features were ordinary, as if he were dead, standing there in a daze.

Not until Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun fled did a trace of life return to his eyes.

"The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect… what they are best at is reconnaissance, tracking, and locking techniques…"

Ming Chong Chong Guang Zi was utterly bitter, and did not gloat over the misfortune.

Boom!

A thunderous, world-shaking roar.

A wave imbued with the terror of shattering and annihilating the Dao swept outward in all directions, shrouding an area of several hundred thousand kilometers, causing every spiritual particle in this stretch of heaven and earth to fall inert together, the very foundation of the Immortal Dao shifting by a hair's breadth, affecting every spiritual thing.

"No!"

"Impossible!"

Two hundred and seventy thousand kilometers away, a half-figure fleeing in mad haste was revealed, the expression on its face one of absolute horror.

"Daoist Chong Guang Lei,"

"I told you that you would die at my hands."

Jiang Ding stood atop the super warship Great Sun and said slowly: "When I say so, you die so—there will be no other outcome, including any intervention by your Dao-protector."

"That Divine Lord Turtle Longevity's reputation does not seem to be all that good, of course; I would never show disrespect toward any Path-Combining powerhouse."

"I can only say that this senior is unable to prevent your death."

He raised a finger and pointed.

Hum!

Click! Click!

Accompanied by the sounds of mechanical arms and gears turning, several hundred thousand warships and warplanes moved in perfect unison, slowly opening their absolutely smooth mirror-surfaces, like a flock of solar divine birds spreading their Golden Crow wings, swallowing all the surrounding sunlight like whales gulping down water, drawing in every ray of light between heaven and earth.

In that instant, heaven and earth plunged into absolute darkness.

Whether the light of the sun or the stars, or the light of spells and divine souls—every ray of light between heaven and earth vanished without a trace, leaving only a boundless, incomparably terrifying aura of destruction and Dao-annihilation spreading through the world, enveloping every living being.

Dai Sen's Solar Sword Domain appeared once more between heaven and earth!