Chapter 553: Great Sun Sword Child Encourages Subordinate Sword Cultivators' Betrayal

Cluster Heavy Artillery Bombardment Kill Cultivators Main Text Volume Chapter 585: Great Sun Sword Child Encourages Subordinate Sword Cultivators' Betrayal — Jiang Ding had been gathering momentum for a long time, and with one sword, struck down.

Originally, he had only come here wanting to catch the Six Paths Saint Child; by sheer coincidence, he discovered the furtive Blazing Sun Sword Child.

It was a convenient bonus, and the killing intent rising instinctively in his heart blossomed forth.

The Dao Intent could be put to some use,

but what sharpens a sword cultivator's Sword Intent the most is still Sword Intent!

The Blazing Sun Sword Child before him had already reached the threshold where it would be effective.

"... Kill!"

With life and death on the line, the Blazing Sun Sword Child roared, burning magic power, suppressing the inexplicable tremor that had risen in his heart, and breaking free from the state of stagnant magic power.

A pure-gold great sword emerged from his chest, split into seven, each one drawing in the golden flames from his golden hair, twisting and deforming, and seven blazing golden lions materialized, their manes a dazzling brilliant gold.

Roar!

The Blazing Sun Sword Intent erupted to its utmost, the seven blazing flames forming a sword array, each one bellowing, waves of pure-gold sound rippling outward from their mouths, finally completely dispersing the suppression of the surrounding Destruction Sword Intent.

"You are a sword cultivator!"

"Good, wonderful!"

The tremor in the Blazing Sun Sword Child's heart vanished entirely, and a fervent battle intent rose within him.

A powerful sword cultivator!

Needing no perception at all, relying solely on instinct, he could clearly know that as long as he defeated the person before him, slayed the person before him—

his Sword Intent, his cultivation, his future Dao path, would undergo an unimaginable qualitative transformation!

Comparable to an immortal pill!

Deep in his heart, an extreme emotion of awe and longing intertwined even appeared.

Fear, longing.

And slaughter.

Then, take his place!

"Blazing Flame!"

The Blazing Sun Sword Child roared loudly.

Roar!

The seven blazing golden lions roared, surging flames surging forth, clusters of golden flame gathering from their manes toward their mouths, transforming into pillars capable of melting divine Jin Guang pillars, all spewing together toward the youth at the center.

Seven pillars of blazing firelight blotted out the sky, even causing wave-like ripples to appear in space itself.

With a Jin Dan body, he touched upon the domain of Nascent Soul.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

At this moment, in a distant place.

Buzz buzz!

The Taiqing Flying Sword transmitted bursts of savage killing intent, humming and trembling, instinctively recording the Blazing Sun Sword Child's divine soul and cultivation method information.

It conveyed a meaning along the lines of: 'This branch is already ruined, should all be slain as a warning, no, no warning needed, this kind of behavior should be encouraged, but this is tradition, must be wiped out to the last.'

"Shut up."

Jiang Ding couldn't be bothered to deal with this overly spirited flying sword, especially at such a great distance.

The silver-white long sword descended.

Whoosh!

The Blazing Sun Sword Child watched helplessly as that utterly unremarkable long sword, in the instant it fell, split into seven, each sword-light carrying an aura of spirit-breaking and law-destroying, passing slowly through the seven pillars of blazing flame, slicing slowly across the brows of the blazing golden lions.

His divine soul ached sharply.

Beneath the silver sword-light, the Blazing Sun Sword Intent collapsed at a touch; the difference between the two was like clouds and mud, and they should never have been compared in the first place.

After the Sword Intent came the highly condensed Blazing Sun Sword Qi and the Great Sun Heavenly Flame gathered from the Dayang Tianchi of the Northern Plains; the combination of the two was the sword canon renowned across the Northern Plains, faintly bearing the reputation of the Northern Plains' foremost inheritance.

At this moment, both collapsed.

From an outsider's perspective, seven silver sword-lights pierced straight through the seven blazing golden lions, which stiffened and never moved again.

After a moment's wait,

a thin azure crack appeared at the brow of each of the seven blazing golden lions, slowly splitting apart to both sides, collapsing into nothingness.

The seven blazing golden lions disintegrated, leaving only a single gold sword with dimmed spiritual light, which flew backward.

With one sword, the sword art was defeated!

"Impossible!"

The Blazing Sun Sword Child was terrified, jolted awake from his狂热 of offending his superior, and without hesitation bit his tongue tip, intending to burn his essence blood for one last desperate struggle.

"No!"

"I still have a chance!"

His chest suddenly ached, and his body staggered several steps in the sky, unable to maintain his form.

"This is..."

The Blazing Sun Sword Child lowered his head woodenly.

Two silver-light flying swords had, at some unknown moment, already arrived at his chest, gently piercing into it, piercing through his heart, with destructive Destruction Sword Intent spreading throughout his entire body.

"Sword-light differentiation at its peak... I should have thought of this long ago."

The Blazing Sun Sword Child let out a desolate laugh: "With such Sword Intent, how could his sword art possibly be ordinary."

"Where in the world did you ghost thing crawl out from, how could the Northern Plains possibly have a Jin Dan sword cultivator whose Sword Dao far surpasses mine?"

No, people with strong Sword Intent but ordinary sword art do exist.

Jiang Ding watched him quietly, adding a thought in his heart.

Yu Qianzi, the Reincarnation Sword Son of the Wuxingtian Sect, and countless others had once mocked him mercilessly.

Fortunately, this avatar's power ceiling was not high, and the sword intent was the same; otherwise, it would have been troublesome if someone noticed.

Although it was nothing much, he always felt it was a bit embarrassing.

"Do you have a life-preserving trump card given to you by a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Jiang Ding said lightly: "If you don't, I'm very sorry, but you're going to die, because in my estimation you should have one."

Boom!

Lieyang Sword Son's body exploded from the chest, transforming into countless spiritual lights that pierced through space, fleeing into the distance at a speed that even a Nascent Soul cultivator would have to greatly fear.

In the span of a single breath, his figure was gone.

Within the sword light, a sword intent of utmost yang and hardness, looking down on all under heaven, bloomed; faintly visible was a long-bearded old man sitting upright amidst a sea of clouds, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

A peak Nascent Soul cultivator, Sword Yang Zhenjun!

Before he was severely wounded by numerous Nascent Soul ancestors of the Dari Sect and both the orthodox and demonic factions of the Northern Plains, he was hailed as the Northern Plains' number one powerhouse!

Obviously, on the body of the Dari Sword Sect's Sword Son, he had left a life-preserving trump card, enough to escape from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, so that this young sword cultivator would not be bullied by someone of a greater realm.

The battle between the two seemed long in telling, but in reality it was merely within the span of a single breath; everything had already happened.

Lieyang Sword Son appeared, Lieyang Sword Son drew his sword, Lieyang Sword Son was defeated and fled using his Nascent Soul trump card, vanishing without a trace.

Jiang Ding withdrew his gaze and quietly regarded the Jin Dan cultivator before him, who was like a celestial being and whose appearance faintly resembled that of Canghai Tianjun carved in the statues of the Luoxu Sect.

"... Sir... sir..."

Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son felt his scalp tingle, a chill rising all over his body, suspecting his eyes were playing tricks on him, that what had just happened was not real.

Lieyang Sword Son, the one who was faintly hailed as the Northern Plains' number one Jin Dan, the Lieyang Sword Son who had chased him until he had nowhere to turn, heaven above and earth below, forcing him to flee using life-preserving escape arts—had lost?

In the span of a single breath, defeated beneath the sword dao he was most proud of!

"You are very fortunate."

"Fellow Daoist Yin."

Jiang Ding said softly: "I am a person who does not dwell on past grievances. Although the Divine Raven Zhenjun of the Liu Dao Sect destroyed my Tushan Xiancheng, I am not planning to kill you this time."

"You only need to hand over your storage bag, all the magical treasures on your body, and then do one thing for me."

Theoretically speaking, the formation of the Luoxu Sect's Ancestral Master Hall only needed three hundred Jin Dan cultivators to break through.

But since the matter was of great importance, naturally one should leave some margin to prevent accidents and not cut it so close.

As for letting a great enemy go and bringing disaster in the future—

It had not yet come to that.

"How about it?"

Jiang Ding gripped his sword hilt and asked again.

"Many thanks... Fellow Daoist, I am endlessly grateful."

Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son was not angered; instead, he squeezed out a grateful smile, took out the storage bag from his body, placed in the many magical treasures he carried, and deliberately tossed them out gently, to show that he was absolutely not playing any other tricks.

Han Lin witnessed this scene and widened his eyes.

Was this demon lord really so easy to talk to?

"Fellow Daoist is not being sincere."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly and looked around.

Hum!

The sky suddenly darkened.

Six black banners stood tall in the sky, blotting out the sun, giving rise to a chilling black qi from the netherworld hell that sealed off the surroundings, cutting off the intrusion of divine sense.

The six realms of mortal life unfolded in turn—divine court immortals and gods seated high, hell asuras roaring at the heavens, billions of evil ghosts devouring human souls—endless in their cycle of reincarnation.