Chapter 429: Immortal Sect's Encirclement and Killing of the Great Sun Sword Child

A scene from countless years past replayed itself, leaving the two gazes projected from the unseen beyond staring in a daze.

"It really is the Sword Child…"

A woman's voice cheered with excitement.

"The Badaxian Sect — a bunch of mediocrity, not worth mentioning, in league with the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect…"

A gloomy, cold, and severe male voice said icily.

……

Jiang Ding raised his head and looked around.

In every direction, chaos reigned, with five-colored spiritual light spreading everywhere.

Roar!

Brother Brother Xuanwu's tortoise shell was thick and heavy, his serpent head holding a resplendent golden flying sword in its mouth, Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent filling the air as he tore through the void to kill — sharpest and keenest of all. The sword qi, law-destroying light, spiritual energy, and air along the way were all cut clean in two.

Bai Hu roared at the sky, swallowing and spitting out a blood-light bone sword, and with a pounce to kill, the bone sword pierced through.

Zhu Que shrieked, her Fire-Path Sword Intent burning and sharp to the extreme. Her twin wings beat the void, her sharp beak transforming into a streak of fiery-red flowing light, locking onto the divine soul.

Qing Long bellowed, spewing emerald dragon breath, corroding all things under the central dominance of Wood-Path Sword Intent — most yin, most venomous.

The Four Spirits: Qing Long, Zhu Que, Bai Hu, Xuan Wu.

All together, they charged to kill the youth at the center!

"The Badaxian Sect, having stood until today, does indeed have some substance."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Nearly a hundred sword cultivators, each of whom he couldn't even take a single sword strike from, had merged together and actually produced combat power on par with a Dao Child of the same rank.

If the Hundred Sword Sword Child of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect hadn't died, the formation's power could have been even stronger.

He flicked a finger.

Clang!

Meeting the Four Spirits' pounce to kill, the blue-gold sword qi of the Taiqing Flying Sword gathered to one side, tearing through the void amid the array patterns of the overwhelming Magnetic Field Spiritual Energy Kill-Gathering Formation. With its keenest edge, it swept in a perfect arc of one kilometer around his body.

Just like the Sword-Displaying Form from the "Young Eagle Takes Flight Art" he had first encountered when learning the sword.

Ding!

In the sky, a sound suddenly rang out — four streaks of spiritual light bloomed and dispersed.

Lang Tian Sword Child's body merged with the formation's Bai Hu as he pounced forward to kill, but his figure suddenly stalled. A tremendous force, accompanied by Sword Intent, slammed into him, forcibly driving his lunging figure back. He couldn't help being horrified and unwilling.

"Is a Dao Child truly invincible…"

Looking around, Xuantian Sword Child, along with Zhu Que and Qing Long, all retreated — especially Zhu Que and Qing Long, who retreated several li in succession. Within the formation, several sword cultivators of weaker strength vomited fresh blood, their auras plummeting.

One had to know that "weak" was only relative.

Every sword-intent sword cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment possessed strength on par with the third tier, enough to hold their own for a few moves against a Jin Dan cultivator — true children of heaven.

And here, there were nearly a hundred sword cultivators stronger than them, forming a formation.

Yet they were still forced back head-on!

"You are not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded.

He pointed a finger.

Nothing changed. Still locked within the Extinguishing Sword Intent, still surrounded by the thread-like array patterns of the Magnetic Field Spiritual Energy Kill-Gathering Formation that had now risen to the top of the third tier, the Taiqing Flying Sword tore through the void — a standard Sword-Controlling Art sword-slashing form, one sword slashing forth.

Clearly everything was the same as before, yet its speed had inexplicably increased by twenty or thirty percent.

This time, it was aimed at the Qing Long spirit within the Four Symbols Five Elements Sword Formation!

Because she was the weakest!

"Save me!"

The sword master of the Qing Long spirit was a sword immortal maiden with a gentle appearance. The crushing weight of the Extinguishing Sword Intent bearing down on her made her heart tremble.

Her own Ink Grass Sword Intent shuddered, on the verge of collapse at the slightest touch, unable to provide any protection. She could only rely on the Four Symbols Five Elements Sword Formation for partial cover.

The Taiqing Flying Sword tore through the void with one strike, slashing head-on into the Qing Long spirit spewing dragon breath. The green-venom dragon breath collapsed; the remaining portion of dragon breath, along with an emerald flying sword, let out a wail and fled frantically.

Boom!

With no obstruction, the Taiqing Flying Sword slammed into the Qing Long spirit's head. The dragon head — with shrimp eyes, deer antlers, ox mouth, dog nose, catfish whiskers, lion's mane — exploded spectacularly, scattering spiritual light across the sky.

The Qing Long, hailed as the Evergreen Great Emperor, possessed the ability to control vitality and feared no wounds. It drew spiritual light from all directions, attempting to restore its head.

But it saw — strands upon strands of Extinguishing Sword Intent contained within.

Bang!

The skyful of thread-like green light collapsed and scattered. Wherever the Extinguishing Sword Intent passed, laws were destroyed, spiritual energy was destroyed — nothing existed anymore.

Pfft!

"No!"

At that very same moment, among the twenty-plus wood-element and earth-element sword cultivators composing the Qing Long spirit, ten sword cultivators screamed as their bodies exploded into blood mist, their flying swords dimmed and lightless, their divine souls utterly destroyed.

The Qing Long spirit shrank by a large margin, its body swaying on the verge of collapse. Within it, the sword immortal maiden wielding the Ink Grass Sword Intent had a pale face, her aura greatly diminished, her eyes filled with despair.

Her slender body still stood ramrod straight — a sight to inspire pity.

"You are very pretty."

"Pity, not one of mine…"

Jiang Ding felt deeply regretful.

Roar!

Almost simultaneously, the Bai Hu, Zhu Que, and Xuan Wu spirits arrived to kill.

They chose two different directions. Lang Tian Sword Child of the Wan Shouxianzong and the Zhu Que spirit spat out a crimson-red flying sword, charging toward the blue-gold flying sword to reinforce the Qing Long spirit on the verge of death.

"Die!"

Xuantian Heavenly Palace's Rift Heaven Sword Son chose the opposite direction, his eyes icy cold, killing intent chilling.

Under the Rift Heaven Sword Intent,

the Brother Xuanwu serpent head held a golden sword in its mouth, its curved serpent body suddenly snapping straight, transforming into a golden lightning bolt that stabbed toward the blue-robed youth's head.

Clang!

A sound of metal striking metal burst forth, along with the sight of four spiritual lights collapsing and scattering.

"You're a bit slow."

Jiang Ding said unhurriedly.

It turned out that while the Taiqing Flying Sword had repelled the White Tiger Spirit and the Vermilion Bird Spirit, it had returned in an instant, and with another sword strike forced the Xuantian Sword Son back.

The golden light on the Tortoise-Serpent Spirit flickered unsteadily, clearly indicating that the magic power within the bodies of the many sword cultivators forming the formation had once again been thrown into turmoil.

The blue-gold light of the Taiqing Flying Sword blossomed, the Destruction Sword Intent illuminating everything above and below, landing on every noteworthy flaw in the surrounding formations.

"I think you're going to die."

"Do you agree?"

Jiang Ding asked.

The hearts of the many sword cultivators sank to the bottom.

A Dao Son—

is no longer human!

"Die?"

"We haven't lost yet!"

The Xuantian Sword Son roared, the Rift Heaven Sword Intent surging upward, a tragic aura enveloping him, his pure-gold flying sword ringing out, transmitting an unyielding will of fighting to the death in all directions.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

At this moment, regardless of whether they were from the Upper Clarity Spiritual Treasure Sect, the Wan Shouxianzong, or the Xuantian Heavenly Palace, every sword cultivator roared; not a single one shrank back after the opponent had explicitly declared intent to kill them all.

Begging for mercy is part of a sword struggle.

Since it's useless, there won't be any!

"Kill!"

"With my sword, I shall cut down the Dao enemy…"

"The sword lives, I live; the sword dies, I die…"

One by one the sword cultivators roared, and at the same moment, everyone ignited their essence blood; sword intents rang out in resonance, and the will of the sword filled the world between heaven and earth.

"Four Spirits Unite!"

The Xuantian Sword Son was the first to ignite all his essence blood and all his magic power, drawing the Brother Xuanwu Spirit to charge at the strongest peer-level enemy he had ever faced in his life.

"Kill!"

Then came the Langtian Sword Son, leading the White Tiger Spirit to merge with the Brother Xuanwu Spirit; a Blood Moon Flying Sword resonated with the Rift Heaven Flying Sword's aura, intersecting, merging, showing a faint tendency to become one.

"Kill!"

Then came the Azure Dragon Spirit's Mocao Sword Fairy, the Vermilion Bird Spirit's Dragon Flame Sword Cultivator, and the sword cultivators beneath them—everyone utterly resolute, burning everything they had, transforming into a single sword strike aimed at their opponent.

The Sword of Brother Xuanwu, the Sword of White Tiger, the Sword of Vermilion Bird, the Sword of Azure Dragon!

The four flying swords joined together, primordial chaos energy spread, endless sword intent and killing intent filled the world above and below, and faintly a phantom of a four-colored flying sword took shape; wisps of cold, baleful aura that made the star domains tremble seeped out, its might once again greatly amplified.

Four Spirits Evil-Slaying Sword!

One of the ultimate treasures of the Xuantian Heavenly Palace!

Legend has it that the last Great Sun Sword Lord was once wounded by this sword, one of the major factors in his subsequent defeat and death.

"Cut."

Jiang Ding's face was expressionless; he still merely pointed a finger.

Amid the array patterns of lines filling the sky, the Taiqing Flying Sword shot forth with the basic thrusting sword stance, the Destruction Sword Intent suppressing all directions.

Clang!

The Four Spirits Evil-Slaying Sword phantom clashed head-on with the Taiqing Flying Sword, producing a genuine sound of metal striking metal; the piercing sound waves spread in all directions, carving bottomless fissures into the earth.

The Taiqing Flying Sword retreated one step.

Then another step.

And another.

The two divine swords clashed a total of three times, and every time it was the Taiqing Flying Sword that retreated.

Then, the Taiqing Flying Sword stopped moving.

"How unwilling…"

The Xuantian Sword Son's eyes nearly split with rage.

Boom!

With a tremendous roar, he and the sword cultivators forming the Brother Xuanwu Spirit exploded simultaneously; blue-gold sword qi erupted, flesh and soul turning into ash that filled the sky, drifting down in scattered flakes.

Beside them, the Langtian Sword Son's expression was wooden.

Wisps of blue-gold sword qi overflowed from his eye sockets; the next moment, he and his subordinates burst apart into a rain of blood, and then into ash.

The Azure Dragon Spirit and the Vermilion Bird Spirit didn't even manage a scream before they turned to white ash and scattered with the wind.

Calm settled over this place.

Boundless blue-gold light shone upon the land of the Great Sun Heavenly Lake that belonged to it, with no obstruction remaining—the only light.

A bit late, haha—the consequence of procrastinating and being lazy during the day

(End of this chapter)