Chapter 526: I, an Herb Cultivator

Ji Qun Zhong Artillery Bombardment Killing Cultivators Main Text Volume Chapter 558: I, an Herb Cultivator — More than thirty Jin Dan cultivators were stunned.

Then, they felt a surge of fury rise from the soles of their feet, rushing straight to the crown of their heads, burning their three souls and seven spirits scalding-hot, their eyes blood-red.

They had spent untold effort here attacking the disciple peak's formation.

The moment this person arrived, he just had to open his mouth and take it away.

What kind of logic is that?

"Kill him…"

No need for any nonsense. The crowd's spells and magic treasures piled up in layers, divine senses locked on, ready to make sure he couldn't escape even with wings, so he'd learn in the underworld the principle that the beak that sticks out gets pecked first.

"Wait."

At this moment, an old man with a goatee spoke out to stop them.

This man seemed to carry extremely high prestige; the moment his words fell, the people around immediately stopped their hands, and there was actually a rather orderly look to them.

Jiang Ding was somewhat surprised.

In his divine sense scan, the Gong Fa these thirty-plus people cultivated were a hodgepodge — demonic, blood-aspected, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, all of them — their overall auras chaotic and disordered, so he had assumed they were a hastily gathered mob.

"Fellow Daoist, who are you? Might you leave your name?"

The goateed old man cupped his fists and asked.

"Nobody of note."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

An ownerless opportunity belongs to whoever is fated to take it.

As a righteous, kind, pure sixteen-year-old youth, he would not take the initiative to attack those who were not of an enemy stance — this was the bottom line he had drawn for himself.

"Nobody of note, ha ha. It seems Fellow Daoist is rather reluctant to part with his name…"

The goateed old man laughed.

"Kill."

Boom!

In an instant, more than thirty Jin Dan cultivators struck together. Having had a little time to prepare and adjust, they actually generated formation patterns among themselves, forming a kind of military battle array.

A crowd whose Gong Fa, spells, and magic treasures were all different actually, at this moment, ceased to distinguish between you and me, forming a flood of spells that thundered down — stronger than a chaotic attack by more than several times over!

Their overall aura was, in truth, close to the Quasi-Nascent Soul tier.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Clang!

Draw sword, slash.

A thread of silver light quietly appeared.

At first it was just a wisp; in the blink of an eye it blotted out the sky, one sword falling.

Before the sword, intent comes first.

The sword intent of destruction spread out in all directions, defining a domain where spirits and dharma were annihilated. The spiritual light of the flood of spells and magic treasures abruptly dimmed, as if struck by a calamity of the end of dharma, their speed and power dropping by more than a notch.

"What is this?"

Great terror rose in the hearts of the many Jin Dan.

Then, they all roared. Driven by hundreds of years of life-and-death experience, they burned the magic power within their bodies without regard for consequences, pouring it all into their magic treasures and spells, barely making their spiritual light flourish once more by half a notch.

It wasn't that they didn't want to do more —

For instance, burning essence blood — under terror, no one would spare themselves at this moment.

It was simply, too fast!

There was no time at all!

That thread of silver light — the first glance, they saw it in their divine sense.

The second glance, it had already arrived before the flood of spells and magic treasures. Sword light condensed nearly into a thread cut through the spells, passed through the Cheng Dui De Fa treasures, arrived before the throats of the crowd, before each of their shields.

And, passed through them as well.

Here, silence fell in an instant.

Only the whistling of the wind remained, brushing past.

The whistling of magic treasures breaking the air, the roars of Jin Dan cultivators, the explosive sounds of the Hundred Flame Bird spell… none of these remained.

The flood of spells froze, the magic treasures froze, as if at the moment of their arrival, they solidified and held still.

After a moment,

Ding ling ding ling…

The frozen spells collapsed soundlessly, without even a wisp of detonating spell-spiritual light — just like a bubble, and they were gone.

Swords, spears, sword seals, Ru Yi Deng Fa treasures and the like, their spiritual light dim, fell. Each magic treasure bore a sword mark, neither deep nor shallow; the will of destruction had seeped deep within, destroying the inner Earth Sha prohibition patterns.

Bang bang!

After the weapons came the Jin Dan cultivators flying at low altitude, the spiritual light in their eyes dim, a shallow sword mark on each throat, their bodies falling to the ground in succession.

The bodies of Jin Dan cultivators, tempered through a thousand refinings, remained undamaged; even their complexions were still rosy, as if living souls.

But within their bodies, meridians, bones, flesh and blood, dantian — all had become a pulp of blood and flesh, utterly destroyed by the extremely condensed destructive sword qi, not a trace of vitality remaining, only an intact skin of blood showing on the outside.

"You… who are you?"

They were not all dead.

The goateed old man of the highest cultivation fell from the air, blood at the corner of his mouth spilling uncontrollably, utterly terrified — utterly unlike the composed bearing of the late-stage great cultivator who had lightly uttered the word "kill" earlier.

"Not dead?"

Jiang Ding was stunned, then gave a soft sigh.

This sword strike, which he had charged for a long time and unleashed at its utmost, still failed to slay over thirty Jin Dan cultivators in a single blow; one remained alive.

Looking at the ground again, many magical treasures had only had part of their Earth Fiend restrictions destroyed, temporarily losing function, yet repair remained possible.

This meant that if they encountered cultivators practicing Blood Dao or techniques of merging person and artifact, after repairing their Ben Ming Fa treasures, there was still a chance of survival.

After all, it was not the true body.

Jiang Ding lifted the sword hilt again.

"Your Excellency!"

"Your Excellency, the Sword Cultivator of Tushan Xiancheng!"

The old man with a goat beard, a late-stage Jin Dan cultivator, felt fear in his heart; under the threat of death, his soul spun rapidly, finally finding a shred of information within his sea of consciousness.

The master of Master Tushan Xiancheng, the Sword Cultivator of Tushan!

The Sword Cultivator of Tushan who once escaped from the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

"I had eyes but did not recognize Taishan; please forgive me!"

Fresh blood uncontrollably overflowed from the corners of the old man's goat-bearded mouth, soaking a large patch of his chest, yet he paid it no heed, speaking urgently: "I am the Eleventh General of Blood Cloud, the Horned Goat General; I was ordered by my General Lord to form the Blood King Army..."

"Blood King Army?"

Jiang Ding, who was about to raise his sword to strike, paused in surprise.

The Great Sun Sword Sect and the Darifa Sect had divided the authority of the Northern Original Family, receiving the protection of the Wang Ting's dragon qi; this he could understand.

They were, after all, a power capable of crushing the Zhengmo Alliance head-on; if not for internal division, they would have already unified the Northern Original.

Now, a rogue cultivator named Blood Flow Cloud dared to raise an army; did he truly think the blades of the Northern Original Family were dull?

For a moment, his gaze became extremely dangerous.

"We have a power backing us!"

The old man with the goat beard spoke rapidly: "I do not know what power it is; perhaps it wishes to throw the Zhengmo Alliance into chaos, but it truly exists. This array capable of uniting all these people was also bestowed by them."

"You, like my General Lord, are both Northern Original geniuses."

The old man with the goat beard said earnestly: "If one wishes to pursue the Nascent Soul Dao, we must work together with one heart, carve out a sky, turn the Northern Original Family upside down, and absolutely must not create further rifts."

"I am willing to be your guide."

He struggled to stand up, bowed deeply, and his posture was extremely sincere.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding smiled slightly: "Then how should those Jin Dan cultivators I killed be counted?"

"They are merely some grass cultivators."

The old man with the goat beard answered without hesitation: "In the current Northern Original, as long as the rumor of a Nascent Soul Gong Fa is released, there are plenty of such Jin Dan cultivators; those born in the Northern Original, those from various remote places, there are as many as you want."

"These people will certainly not affect the friendship between you and the General Lord."

"Hmm, grass cultivators."

Jiang Ding nodded.

With a casual flick of his finger, a silver-glowing flying sword shot out, piercing through the old man's brow.

The annihilating sword qi surged into it, destroying the vitality of both soul and flesh; the body slowly fell, his face filled with an expression of disbelief.