[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals":3,"chapter-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-50":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Cluster Artillery: Shattering the Immortals",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2342061,4578,"Chapter 50: The Lord of Fire","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>“Chief!!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pishi Hu” Zhou Kuang burst through the main gate, seeing a limp corpse, his eyes nearly bursting with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago, he and his brother were nearly starved to death with their old mother; it was Lu Jingtian, then unknown, who passed by and saved them, taught them martial arts, and gave them silver to support their mother so she could live out her days in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After their mother died, Lu Jingtian became like their own father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet today, he suddenly saw his cold corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the roof’s gaping hole, countless tiles flew through the air as a blue figure flashed past and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoot him, damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Kuang roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shh-shh-shh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snapping of military crossbow strings rose in succession; the fragile roof was pierced through, leaving dozens of holes the size of chopsticks, many tiles shattered outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet not a single drop of blood could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring his brother’s attempts to stop him, Zhou Kuang smashed through the tiles in one step, standing atop the roof—only to see a blue figure flicker away in the distance, gone completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chase him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Kuang’s face twisted as he led his men racing toward the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other four tigers, drawn by the drum and gong, arrived moments later, their hair standing on end; each led their men to rush toward the four corners of the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chief!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damned bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many village guards, seeing Lu Jingtian’s lifeless corpse, could not hold back their tears and clenched their teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Jingtian was not a good man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He killed indiscriminately, robbed caravans, kidnapped children by the dozens and brought them up the mountain—none ever returned; their parents and kin had shed countless tears. Such a man deserved ten thousand cuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he treated his men extremely well—gave them clothes and food, generous rewards, and even allowed those with talent to train in martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding walked with hand on sword, weaving through the barracks, heading straight for the storage depot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the depot, over a dozen guards patrolled; seeing him suddenly, they shouted in alarm, gathering into a spear formation—ready to attack and defend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those who stand in my way, die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding spoke calmly; a faint white glow spread along his blade as he advanced straight forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seek death! Kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The depot’s sergeant bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve village guards sneered, showing no fear; twelve spears, two and a half meters long, thrust forward simultaneously, sealing every possible escape route, their spearheads gleaming silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was akin in principle to the concentrated firepower tactics of the Immortal Sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an attack—even a Qi Refining cultivator would dare not meet it head-on; to stand firm meant death, and only evasion could buy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pale white sword-light flashed; the iron-reinforced wooden spear shaft snapped cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t see it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sergeant had barely time to form that thought before his throat turned cold—blood gushed forth, and his body collapsed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his peripheral vision, he saw his twelve village guards—each met the same fate at the exact same moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook off the blood, sheathed his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding walked slowly into the Tiger Nest’s storage depot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No traps or mechanisms awaited—this was a place frequently visited by village guards and officers; setting traps here would only bring trouble upon themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing to catch his eye was piles of rice sacks—mostly white rice, some millet; behind them hung strips of dried, salted meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such vast quantities—even under a year-long siege—the village would never starve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding glanced left and right, then approached the thick door on the left; a flash of sword-light, and the door swung open gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Found it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the warehouse, stacks of swords, spears, and weapons filled every space; even dozens of heavy iron armors lay piled, their design matching that of the Dongling Fu soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also present: soybean oil, rolling logs, bolts of cloth, and other supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding’s gaze settled on the neatly arranged crossbows on the wooden racks—he ignored them, took two four-dan strong bows instead, along with six or seven spare bowstrings, tied dozens of arrows to his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hugged a barrel of soybean oil, grabbed a large bundle of cloth, then stomped hard—his whole body shot straight upward, smashing through the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The thief is at the warehouse!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many village guards surged into the barracks, seeing that figure—wishing they could tear him apart with their teeth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several veteran leaders, long skilled with bows, drew their powerful crossbows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding-ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding drew his sword, deflecting the incoming arrows from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore open a roll of cloth, wrapped tiles in it, dipped them in soybean oil, then scraped the tile with his blade to spark fire; with a slight touch of the “Pointing Sword Technique,” he gently tossed it against a barracks wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klang! The tile and cloth shattered, oil clinging to the wall, igniting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Stop him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Kuang’s face turned pale—he realized what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with such distance between them, even if he possessed heavenly abilities, he could only watch helplessly now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bam-bam-bam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of oil-soaked black masses flew through the air, smashing against walls and roofs of barracks; some barracks received four or five hits in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, clusters of flame ignited across the barracks, spreading rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The builders had been experienced—each barracks spaced several meters apart—but with fire everywhere, it was useless; the flames spread swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Put out the fire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fall back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jin Hu” Zhou Sheng’s face turned ashen as he barked urgent orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was already too late; many village guards, consumed by grief and fury, moved with terrifying speed, ignoring all danger as they stormed into the barracks searching for the assassin who had killed their chief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mere moments, dozens screamed as they were swallowed by fire; those who barely escaped were severely burned; thick black smoke filled every corner, obscuring vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monster! I will carve you into ten thousand pieces!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Kuang smashed a flaming beam with his axe, retreating with his men, avoiding the inferno.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid smoke and flame, a figure stepped lightly; even when tongues of fire swept past, they harmed him not at all—soon, he left the burning zone entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the smoke and fire cleared, the scene became clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rows of soldiers stood in perfect formation, spears and swords bristling, crossbows drawn and aimed; a chilling aura of military discipline filled the air—even the roaring flames behind them could not mask it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run. Run. Run some more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive, bare-chested black giant, like a bear, ground out each word through clenched teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tuo Tian Hu” Zhou Kun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumored to be Lu Jingtian’s cousin, he specialized in the hard-attack “Thirteen-Level Iron Body Art,” his skin and bones like bronze and iron, impervious to blades and spears; he had cultivated true qi to its peak, often single-handedly slaughtering entire merchant caravans, leaving corpses everywhere while remaining unscathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him stood “Xia Shan Hu” Lang Yi and “Xie Wei Hu” Xu Sanniang—both had reached minor mastery of true qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them, over sixty village guards, armed with spears and crossbows, stood—each rigorously trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why should I run?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding smiled faintly, asking in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village guards’ hearts lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did they remember: this man had killed their chief and Yang Dongsheng, the famed “Righteous as Clouds,” in mere blows—he was no lamb to be hunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoot him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tuo Tian Hu” Zhou Kun barked coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over twenty powerful bows fired at once—arrows flew like a swarm of locusts, burying the ground before them.\u003C\u002Fp>",1261,"2026-06-20T23:34:14.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c0f38a5487242e54ee81f61d0386d60ae1f5b515fa7fbd3be48dbb2fabef82cf","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-51","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-49",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cover.jpg"]