Chapter 427: The Struggle of Realms, Billions of Living Beings Perish

"The Great Sun Sword Child of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect?"

"You actually dare to come."

Xuantian Sword Child was briefly stunned, then his battle intent surged. His golden robe clanged, and he actually smiled: "Everyone, our great Dao opportunity has arrived. After slaying this fellow, even becoming a sect's Dao Child would be well within our reach!"

"Indeed, this man should die by my sword."

"When the time comes, Senior Brother Xuantian, don't you dare lay a hidden hand on the path of this junior brother becoming a Dao Child, lest people look down on you for nothing."

A sword cultivator from Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace flicked his sword and laughed heartily, incomparably bold.

"Hahaha!"

Close to a hundred sword cultivators of the Sandaxian Sect all burst into laughter, their voices shaking for a hundred li, sword intent soaring high, and the slight tension was swept away.

"Indeed, it should be so."

"If one's sword is inferior, what is a mere death to fear?"

"You are all not bad."

Jiang Ding showed an expression of admiration, looking toward the Hundred Sword Sword Child of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect: "Will you scram, or die?"

The immortal sect's interests encompassed his own interests.

The immortal sect's grand situation was his grand situation.

Therefore, Jiang Ding was willing to give this Sword Child of Shangqing Lingbao Sect—who had maintained neutrality in the realm wars for nearly a thousand years—a chance.

"Hahaha!"

"The Great Sun Sword Child of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect."

The Hundred Sword Sword Child laughed wildly without end.

After a long while, he restrained his smile and said solemnly: "You should not have been born within the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect. This is an error that must be corrected, otherwise, the realms will once again see endless storms of blood and rain."

"Your mother star, among the many realms, countless living beings will die because of this."

"All of this is because of your existence!"

"Jiang Ding!"

The Hundred Sword Sword Child's expression turned fierce, calling out his name directly: "If you still possess even a shred of righteous Dao intention, even a shred of self-awareness as a human, even a shred of a merciful heart."

"Should you not kill yourself?"

"So that's how it is."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly.

This was encountering the hawkish faction of Shangqing Lingbao Sect.

"Then die."

He pronounced the verdict.

"Hehe!"

"Ridiculous!"

"Even if it is the Great Sun Sword Child of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, wanting my…"

The Hundred Sword Sword Child chuckled lightly, about to say something, when he suddenly froze.

A sharp pain in his chest.

He instinctively lowered his head.

A blue-gold sword tip, he knew not when, had broken through more than twenty magic treasures and Fa Qi Fa that could sense and protect their master on their own, pierced through the treasure-light radiant Dao robe, deeply thrust into his chest, into his heart, and emerged from his chest.

The blue-gold sword light shone brilliantly, the light of law-breaking and spirit-destroying spreading.

"Im… impossible!"

The smile vanished from the Hundred Sword Sword Child's face as he screamed in terror.

"When did this happen?"

He suddenly formed hand seals, streams of clear light blossoming outward, his body instantly collapsing into a hundred and eight flying swords, each one a rare treasure in the outside world, blazing with treasure light.

Hundred Swords!

This was the origin of his Dao title. He was innately attuned to swords, able to command a hundred of them, and his sword intent was also linked to the Dao of formations and the number of flying swords. He did not even fear late-stage Golden Core cultivators.

"Hah!"

"Shangqing Demon-Slaying Array!"

The Hundred Sword Sword Child roared, burning his essence blood, transforming it into vast magic power that surged into the sword array. The hundred and eight flying swords blazed brilliantly, streams of hazy sword Qi spontaneously generating. Accompanied by the will of the Hundred Sword sword intent, they actually generated a celestial phenomenon of clear-light sword Qi, obscuring the clouds in the sky.

Then, to slay spirits and destroy demons, a tsunami of clear-light sword Qi all surged toward his own chest!

This was suppression, grinding away the flying sword and destructive sword intent in his own chest.

He would turn the tables!

"You are as rich as I am."

Jiang Ding sighed in admiration: "I have heard that Shangqing Lingbao Sect excels in artifact refining. Among the realms, many top-tier foundational treasures are related to Shangqing Lingbao Sect."

"Even more rare, Shangqing Lingbao Sect has maintained good relations with the Badaxian Sect, and every year can obtain large orders for magic treasures and Fa Qi Fa, thereby accumulating vast wealth."

"Truly the envy of others."

"Kill him!"

Amidst the angry roar, close to a hundred flying swords whistled forth, each carrying the aura of sword intent—will of storms, raging fire, wild wind, darkness, and more filling the air. The sword light was incomparably swift, far exceeding the limit that a Foundation Establishment cultivator should possess.

They slashed the blue-clothed youth's figure into a skyful of spirit light.

Several kilometers away, drawn by the flying swords' Qi traction, the figure of a blue-clothed youth appeared once more.

"Here!"

Xuantian Sword Child brimmed with killing intent. With a flick of his finger, a golden flying sword pierced the air, containing the will to tear the sky and rend the earth.

Air, the world's spiritual energy, wind, clouds—whatever stood in its way was cut apart. Its speed was so fast that even divine sense could not lock onto it.

Sky-Splitting Sword Intent!

"Kill!"

On the other side, accompanied by a howl like that of a demonic wolf, every hair on Wolf Sky Sword Son stood on end. A flying sword the color of a blood moon came slashing from another direction; the bloodthirsty, frenzied sword intent filled the space between heaven and earth, spawning endless hallucinations, making every blood vessel in one's body bulge uncontrollably, as if about to tear free from the flesh.

Heavenly Wolf Sword Intent!

One golden,

One blood-colored.

Two streaks of sword light imbued with domineering will came slashing in succession at extreme speed, followed by nearly a hundred sword-intent flying swords behind them. The sword cultivators' will was vast and manic, choking off the breath of every living creature within several hundred li, making them tremble in fear, not daring to breathe.

Then, they halted more than ten meters away from the blue-robed youth.

One golden, one crimson — the two streaks of sword light hovered in place, drifting left and right.

"What is it? Why aren't you advancing?"

Jiang Ding asked, entirely at his ease.

The Taiqing Flying Sword hopped about cheerfully at his side.

Divine sense and sword-intent range!

After multiple amplifications by the Taiqing Flying Sword, his current divine sense and sword-intent range was four times that of cultivators of the same rank — ten kilometers!

Yet every single one of the people below, no exception, had a longest sword-control distance of no more than eight kilometers.

Once that distance was exceeded, it wasn't that one couldn't control the flying sword — only that its power would drop exponentially.

That was the reason they had stopped.

As for the nearly a hundred sword cultivators behind them, they were even worse off. An ordinary peak Foundation Establishment cultivator had a three-kilometer divine sense range; among them, some had five, some six — uneven and ragged.

In the past, facing a Jin Dan cultivator it hadn't mattered much, but now, facing cultivators of the same rank, a terrifying disparity in advantage immediately appeared.

"Where is your sword cultivator's heart?"

"The Great Sun Flying Sword on your person — what a supreme disgrace!"

Profound Heaven Sword Son mocked.

Words were words, yet he did not dare advance a single step further. Instead, he and Wolf Sky Sword Son's Blood Moon Flying Sword rapidly retreated, withdrawing back into the protection of the nearly a hundred sword-intent sword cultivators' flying swords. As sword light howled past, within several kilometers it became an ocean of sword qi.

The Taiqing Flying Sword hopped about even more cheerfully.

"Ah!"

A pained scream once again drew everyone's attention.

Surrounded by a hundred and eight treasured swords, within the Grand Qing Demon-Slaying Array, Hundred Sword Sword Son's face went deathly pale. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood mingled with fragments of internal organs; the instant the blood left the corner of his mouth, it actually turned into a handful of white ash that fell.

Hundred Sword Sword Son's own aura plummeted like a cliff falling. His cheeks were covered in layer upon layer of blue-gold patterns, and specks of white ash sprouted within the patterns, falling with a rustling sound, scattering on the wind.

"Great Sun Sword Son, spare my life!"

"I know I was wrong!"

Terror filled Hundred Sword Sword Son's face. Between life and death, many things began to change: "I am a Sword Son of the Upper Qing Spiritual Treasure Sect. You cannot kill me, or else you will bring a great enemy upon the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect — no, upon the Immortal Sect."

"Once the conflict between the realms reignites, countless living beings will perish!"

"Spare me! I swear upon my Dao heart that I will never again take part in any matter here!"

(End of this chapter)