Chapter 1432: Ancient Divine Realm Dao Heirs and Holy Sons All Fall

This Dao-Heir battle, which stirred the emotions of dozens of Dao-Integration Divine Lords and affected the entire ancient divine realm's world community, gradually reached its conclusion under everyone's gaze.

The gray chaotic dragon breath flickered for a moment, then suddenly collapsed.

The destructive star that had swallowed all sunlight flickered several times as well; the entire star collapsed and crumbled, leaving only a blue-gold flying sword with dim spiritual light retreating backward, landing in the hand of a young man in green robes whose figure was tottering.

At the very instant the Taiqing Flying Sword landed in his hand,

Boom!

Jiang Ding's body exploded in a chain reaction from the arms downward; his entire body shattered into a cloud of blood mist, leaving only a blue-gold skeleton that firmly grasped his innate flying sword without any tremor.

His opponent possessed more than ten times his own strength!

Even though Sword Spirit Realm swordsmanship, the Material Sun Sword Soul, and a quasi-seventh-order array master had granted him the qualification to dance on the tip of a blade, there were still limits.

In this single strike, a wisp of chaotic breath's aftereffect affected his body; merely a wisp caused all the flesh and blood throughout his entire body to instantly turn into blood mist, unable to resist even a fraction.

"Sigh!"

"This Lord is still not strong enough."

"There is still room for tempering; one must not be arrogant or complacent..."

Jiang Ding did not care too much about his injuries; a light flickered in the hollow sockets of his skull as he looked toward the other side, at his opponents.

Within the All-Heavens Mixed Origin Hell True Array Star Map, the remaining twenty-four ancient divine realm Dao Heirs and Holy Sons stood rigid and motionless.

They had burned their divine souls, burned their flesh and blood, burned everything, even giving birth to the nascent form of a Dharma-Image, using all they had in their lives to form an array and unleash their strongest strike ever.

However, the result was...

"No!"

"How can such a creature exist in this world?"

One Dao Heir, with only the last wisp of strength remaining, wept bitterly.

"This Holy Son is unwilling; this should not be this Holy Son's ending. This Holy Son will surely become an existence beyond Dao-Integration in the future..."

The Weaving Sky Spider Holy Son roared.

He governed the rules of fate and could see some of the past within the future; he saw the Weaving Sky Spider clan successfully obtaining the inheritance of the Ancient Divine Dao, with the future promising a nascent existence beyond Dao-Integration, completely breaking free from the constraints of the Ancient Divine Ancestor, achieving total freedom, and restoring the glory of the clan's dominance from before the era of the Ancient Divine Ancestor.

That was an era of glory where all human races were trampled underfoot, an era where one truly possessed a domain!

"Father, save me! Quickly kill this damn human ant..."

The Holy Son of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane clan cried weakly.

By comparison, the Holy Sons of the bloodline demon races, born noble, seemed even weaker, unable to accept reality; they were naturally powerful and indeed lacked some tempering through upward struggle.

However, these

differences held little meaning at this moment.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

The Taiqing Flying Sword had already dimmed far too much by now.

At this moment, he unleashed a strike; the six orders of the Sun circled around, and using Sword Spirit Realm swordsmanship along the path of rules, he cut out an extremely beautiful arc, displaying the strongest swordsmanship of this domain.

"Stop! Ant!"

"How dare you!"

"If you kill my son, this Divine Lord will make you beg for life but not get it, beg for death but not get it, and fight your Eastern Extreme Demon Sect to the death..."

In that instant, countless Dao-Integration Divine Lords showed fierce eyes, and countless ten-thousand-race alliance demon race Divine Lords transmitted threatening voices with killing intent flooding the sky and earth, making the entire starry sky as cold as a prison.

These demon race Divine Lords were somewhat straightforward and barbaric in appearance, directly issuing crude threats.

"Bastard!"

"Lowly human slave!"

The most furious among them was undoubtedly the Black Sky Divine Lord, the Dao-Integration Divine Lord of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane clan, one of the seven dominant races of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance; he shouted sternly, "If you dare kill my son, this Divine Lord will demand the lives of hundreds of millions of Eastern Extreme Demon Sect disciples, will definitely cut you into ten thousand pieces, and will torture your divine soul for hundreds of millions of years, preventing you from ever achieving rebirth!"

"Young friend, this Divine Lord has a supreme treasure of the Yang attribute here..."

One Dao-Integration Divine Lord took a different path, using precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures to tempt and earnestly negotiate terms.

"Our clan is willing to form an alliance with the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect and share wealth and honor..."

Another Dao-Integration Divine Lord tempted with the momentum of the great trend.

Among these various conditions and interferences, no one believed that the so-called sacred sword duel was something requiring respect; everyone used their full strength to obstruct it.

All these things,

what were they to a Sun Sword Cultivator?

They were a single sword light.

A sword light that was even more beautiful and even faster.

This sword light, formed by the Taiqing Flying Sword, traced a beautiful arc, slicing across the necks of the ancient divine realm Void-Refining geniuses who were already severely injured and unable to maintain the great array.

Instantly, heads rolled to the ground with a thud, blood sprayed several zhang high, painting a series of unforgettable scenes in the starry sky.

Among them, some Dao Heirs and Holy Sons, attempting to flee, burned everything and unleashed various trump cards: some hid, some used space escape techniques, and some transformed and disguised themselves as dust-like existences.

However, this was utterly meaningless.

Deprived of the great array and severely injured, they were nothing but straw to the Taiqing Flying Sword, swept away in a single pass.

With one strike,

twenty-three ancient divine realm Dao Heirs were slain!

These famous geniuses, Dao Heirs, and Holy Sons of the ancient divine realm, regarded by countless cultivators as peerless geniuses and future rulers of the domain, now died not with any grandeur, but simply like ants.

They died simply.

Clang!

Clang, clang!

The Great Clarity Flying Sword returned with a joyful sword chime, its Dao-sword sound spreading in all directions, inspiring enlightenment in the Dao.

The skeleton-shaped Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly, carefully savoring the beauty of this moment, the joy, and the myriad inspirations and thoughts appearing in his sea of consciousness; myriad sword techniques instantly sparked countless ideas, his Sword Spirit Realm sword art advancing toward the mid-stage, swiftly entering the mid-stage, and on the verge of breaking through to the late stage.

After settling down, breaking through to the late stage of the Sword Dao's sixth realm, the Sword Spirit Realm, posed no problem whatsoever.

There was also the Materialist Sun Sword Soul.

Having undergone a life-and-death struggle against a Dharma cultivator, the Sword Cultivator's sword heart grew even more resolute, and the Idealist Sword Soul achieved some breakthrough, drawing closer once again to the Sword Soul of the Sword Disciple from the Upper Realm's Immortal Sect.

Of course, accompanying this were also some discordant curses and threats.

"Good, good, good!"

"A mere ant dares to slaughter this Deity Lord's offspring before this Deity Lord..."

"In this life and this world, you ant had best not step out of your door even once, otherwise, this Deity Lord will personally..."

These were all Deity Lords of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance who had reached the Dao-Integration realm.

After confirming their uselessness, the Human Race's Dao-Integration Deity Lords would not issue such repeated verbal threats; they would only act, not shout empty boasts.

Such verbal threats served no purpose other than venting their inner rage, and carried the negative side effect of startling the snake.

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes, looking toward the numerous Ten Thousand Races Alliance Dao-Integration Deity Lords outside the Hidden Heaven Pavilion who were shouting at him.

He revealed a friendly smile.

"Senior Black Sky of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane,"

Jiang Ding looked at the most conspicuous pitch-black demon crane and said earnestly, "Senior's enthusiasm is noted by this junior."

"At the latest within five hundred years, this junior will surely arrive at your clan's territory to carefully inspect every single Netherworld Black Sky Crane, to see if any have violated the laws of the Immortal Sects or consumed humans."

"If so, I will mercifully grant them death."

"If your entire clan is like this, then your entire clan can gather together; this would also mean reuniting with the Black Sky Crane Holy Disciple Daoist friend, which would be even better..."

He spoke with compassion for all beings.

"Hehe!"

The Black Sky Deity Lord of the Netherworld Black Sky Crane clan let out a cold sneer.