Chapter 365: The Juvenile Ruler of the Realm

The Brother Xuanwu Four-Pole Boundary Array hummed as it activated.

Countless array inscriptions spread out, their runes flickering into existence and dissolution, revealing their ferocity to any enemy who entered the array.

Within a radius of dozens of kilometers, countless heavenly and earthly spiritual energies converged, coalescing into countless fire meteorites that fell from the sky—each meteorite capable of crushing an entire group of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Now, these meteorites were dense as dust, endless in number, all crashing down upon the leading tank units that had entered the array!

"Fire!"

Countless tank commanders roared.

Tanks spewed flames; countless white streaks slashed across the sky, and a dense swarm of armor-piercing shells howled in, countering attack with attack to shield the army.

Boom—

Earth-shaking explosions shattered spiritual light; fragments of armor-piercing shells flew everywhere, the heavy fire meteorites torn apart into massive chunks, then dissolving entirely into spiritual radiance.

But there were too many!

Jin Jin Lingfeng, leading the vanguard into the array, clenched his small face, staring intently at the endless clusters of fire meteorites falling from the sky.

Even the ripples around them alone were enough to kill vast numbers of Qi Condensation cultivators—this was a Jin Dan battlefield.

The swarm of armor-piercing shells continuously shattered the fire meteorites.

Yet new ones kept forming beneath the array, breaking through wave after wave of armor-piercing shells.

Finally, the swarm of armor-piercing shells ran out of strength.

Fire meteorites, resembling grains of sand, fell—weighty as mountains, their pressure crushed the Qi and spiritual sense of every Qi Condensation cultivator, freezing them in place.

They could only watch helplessly as death approached, unable to do anything.

"Save me, Great Sun Sword Son!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng shouted.

Jing!

A sword cry rang out, echoing through heaven and earth.

Then, a thread of blue-gold sword light appeared, blazing with brilliance; boundless blue-gold sword qi splashed in all directions, shattering the sword intent that locked onto and covered ten kilometers of space.

Shhh—shhh!

A single blue-gold sword qi pierced through a fire meteorite, as easily as piercing fragile tofu; though the hole it left was tiny, insignificant against the meteorite's mountain-like form, the meteorite suddenly froze in place.

Boom!

Then, the mountain-sized form exploded violently; intense blue-gold sword qi erupted from within, destroying the magical structure of every fire meteorite, leaving them with no foundation for existence.

One mountain did this,

All mountains did the same!

As wave after wave of blue-gold sword qi flew through, the sky within ten kilometers cleared—no trace remained—allowing the main tank force to advance slowly.

"Xiang Jia."

Jiang Ding stood atop a super aerial combat aircraft, his gaze fixed on the array's core fifty kilometers away: "Come out and speak."

"Great Sun Sword Son…"

Xiang Jia, the Brother Xuanwu candidate Candidate Daozi within the array's core, regarded the blue-clothed boy below with Solemn expression.

In a moment of trance, he understood why the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Sword Son had once dared to use the Candidate Daozi of the Badaxian Sect as whetstones—fighting to the death, like hunting wild beasts in the forest, drawing endless hatred from the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

"I won't come out—even if I die!"

Xiang Jia made up his mind.

His spiritual sense surged into the Brother Xuanwu Four-Pole Boundary Array; with a thought, he drew in the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy within dozens of kilometers, transforming it all into eighteen terrifyingly powerful Jin Shan spells—each radiating the aura of Jin Dan Zhong Qi.

Equivalent to eighteen Jin Dan Zhong Qi cultivators striking simultaneously!

Intense heat spread; like a falling sun, eighteen Jin Shan mountains roared down from the sky, their targets undivided—locked onto one person, striking one after another.

"You won't come out?"

"Then die anyway."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

He casually pointed; the underbelly of his aerial combat aircraft glowed with a deep blue muzzle, drawing in heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, and within a ten-kilometer radius, intricate magnetic field patterns flashed across the air.

Boom!

A deafening sonic boom—the blue-gold sword body vanished, then reappeared beneath the Jin Shan mountains, its pure golden runes glowing brilliantly as it surged upward to meet the assault.

Shhh!

A flash of sword light—first Jin Shan was pierced through; a massive Kong Dong appeared at its base, and the mountain froze in place.

Moments later, it shattered into a storm of spiritual light, sending out terrifying winds in all directions.

The blue-gold sword body suffered no damage.

Radiant and gleaming, it rang sharply, stirred by the array's overwhelming killing intent, its speed surging further.

It charged again toward the Jin Shan mountains in the sky!

Boom!

Boom!

…

Amidst a chorus of terrifying explosions, all eighteen Jin Shan mountains shattered, their thunderous crashes merging into one continuous roar; scattered spiritual sparks filled the sky, shaking it again and again.

In the raging winds, a blue-clothed boy stood motionless in the sky.

Shhh-shhh-shhh!

Hundreds of thousands of armor-piercing shells, delayed by a heartbeat, slammed into empty air, howling past and leaving behind trails of white streaks.

"Great Sun Sword Son, leave me some!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng feigned complaint, but his words in the legion channel sparked waves of joyful laughter, instantly dissolving all lingering worry.

Millions of armor-piercing shells reversed direction.

They surged toward the core of the Xuan Wu Ding Gao Jie formation, fifty kilometers away; amidst the roar of explosions, they were blocked by the formation's shield and a million World War II artillery pieces, causing the spiritual light to dim slightly.

The Brother Xuanwu Four-Pole Boundary Formation wavered!

"Is there truly such an impassable chasm between the Sword Disciple and me, the Dao Disciple candidate?"

Xiang Jia's heart grew cold, and the thought of retreating arose.

Recalling the Dao Disciple of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace,

though both were at the peak of Foundation Establishment, the other's strength far surpassed his.

Three thousand years later,

the Great Sun Sword Disciple appearing once more in this realm was the same, perhaps even more terrifying.

"I don't believe a mere late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator can rival a top-tier third-rank formation!"

Xiang Jia gritted his teeth, pouring magic power and divine sense madly into the formation, condensing fire meteors, green-toxic golden knives, and entangling vines, all covering the sky and earth; every single one was a Jin Dan-level attack, surging toward the youth in green robes in the sky.

"A mess."

Jiang Ding casually pointed a finger.

Beneath him, the super aerospace fighter's top-grade third-rank magnetic spiritual energy gathering and killing formation was densely patterned across a ten-kilometer radius, violently inhaling and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, its cannon muzzles glowing dark blue.

Then, it transformed into a massive electromagnetic propulsion force acting upon the blue-gold flying sword, causing it to vanish in extreme speed.

Boom!

When the flying sword reappeared, it instantly pierced the core of the green-toxic golden knife spell.

Another turn sliced open a fire meteor the size of a mountain peak, the cut surface smooth as a mirror.

A diagonal thrust shattered the vines spreading across several kilometers.

Spiritual light scattered across the sky.

No matter what kind of enemy,

no matter what kind of attack, it was all cut through by a single sword strike.

Then it vanished into thin air.

"This is the Great Sun Sword Disciple."

"The invincible young overlord of this realm!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng, An Siyan, Jin Jin Chengkong, and other legion commanders watched with surging emotions; the supreme tank corps swiftly entered the formation's range.

Moving as if on a march within the safe boundaries of a immortal sect, with no obstacles, they advanced rapidly toward the formation's core, pushing into the thirty-kilometer shell interference range.

"Fire!"

Within the thirty-kilometer shell interference range, millions of tank cannons roared; dense shells shot toward the sky, blotting out the sun and sky.

"No!"

The elite artillerymen of the Brother Xuanwu Sky, who had retreated here, screamed in terror, flailing in panic as the soul-confusion spell lost much of its effect.

Then, along with their artillery, they turned into fragments scattered across the sky.

Clang!

In the sky, the intent of destruction spread.

A brilliant blue-gold flying sword surged toward Xiang Jia, the Brother Xuanwu Dao Disciple candidate, who was hidden behind layers of formation shields.

(End of this chapter)