Chapter 683: Da Ri Chun Qingse Jianzong Has Become a Nest of Vermin

"Tushan?"

"Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun looked at the green-robed youth walking toward him, his face darkening as he fixed his gaze on this Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun who had only been mentioned in intelligence reports but never seen.

"Was all of this your doing?"

"What past grudge do we have?"

The Blood Sun Sword Intent, now within his grasp, vanished into nothingness like a dream or bubble—this shattered illusion made Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun's killing intent surge like tidal waves, rising and falling uncontrollably.

Almost simultaneously, he sent out a flurry of messages, delivering them to Da Ri Chun Qingse Jianzong and his allied Dao friends.

Sect cultivators never fight alone!

He was confident that numerous Nascent Soul cultivators would arrive in an instant, no matter how this Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun pretended to be mysterious or laid his traps.

The only outcome would be being surrounded and slaughtered by countless Nascent Soul cultivators—escape would be impossible!

This was the heartland of Da Ri Chun Qingse Jianzong!

Any outsider Nascent Soul cultivator who showed his face, who revealed hostility, would die without a doubt—with no way out!

Because within the Qingse Jianzong, there were no shortage of experts in tracking arts, masters of evasion, nor a lack of fourth-rank supreme Sky-Patrol Airships for pursuit—when multiple Nascent Soul Zhenjuns worked together, their speed would reach terrifying levels.

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun's thoughts churned, his killing intent icy and sharp.

Yet in the next instant, his expression changed slightly.

No response,

His distress signals received no reply.

Even using the emergency "Ten Thousand Li in a Thought" talisman from the sect's battlefield proved useless—no reply came from within the sect, no instruction to hold, flee, engage, or wait for reinforcements.

The opponent had prepared in advance!

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart trembled, his Solemn dread deepening—he sensed danger.

"Tushan Dao friend, have we ever had a grudge before?"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun kept switching his communication methods, employing secret arts involving space, Shen Hun He Fa, and sword Dao, forcing a smile onto his face: "If we have, let us speak of it face to face."

"It is better to resolve enmity than to deepen it, lest the dozens of Nascent Soul Zhenjuns within Da Ri Chun Qingse Jianzong grow discontent and spark unrest—Northern Plain, only just calmed, would descend into chaos again."

"We ourselves may not mind, but if billions of living beings perish because of us, if roads are severed, that would be our sin."

He adopted a posture of extreme humility, willing to compensate even after being attacked, subtly threatening with Da Ri Chun Qingse Jianzong's power and invoking the fate of all living beings—he had considered everything.

He conceded greatly, unwilling to fight in a battlefield meticulously laid out by another, though inwardly he was not truly afraid—he was an old, battle-hardened veteran.

"Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun,"

"Those who dig into the foundations of sword Dao must die."

Jiang Ding said softly, drawing his sword.

"Since you refuse to end yourself, I shall send you on your way."

"Dig into the foundations of sword Dao?"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart lurched.

After countless calculations,

he never imagined a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun he had never met would come to ambush him for such a ridiculous reason.

It was utterly irrational!

Boom—

Accompanied by a thunderous, earth-shaking roar, the sword was drawn.

The terrifying sword intent of Spirit-Annihilation and Law-Prohibition descended.

The sword intent spread in all directions, striking the enemy's mind sea, roaring within it, shaking the Shen Hun He Fa, instantly constructing a crooked, twisted space highway between Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun's soul and his flying sword—the shortest possible path through space.

Amidst the sky's torrent of Lei Chong Guang, a blue-gold flying sword vanished.

"This is..."

"Sword, Qi, Lei, Sound!"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun was utterly horrified, his scalp chilling.

His domain rapidly expanded—within a radius of dozens of kilometers, countless white bones floated and sank, gray flames burned, controlling the flow of all heavenly and earthly spiritual energy within range.

Shh!

"Flame-Bone Sword, emerge!"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun roared, unleashing his Shen Hun He Fa—within the domain of floating bones, a gray-flame bone sword shot like a streak of light toward the blue-gold thunder hurtling from the sky, barely intercepting it at the last possible moment.

Ding!

The two flying swords met.

Boom!

With a single explosion, the gray-flame bone sword was struck by lightning, staggering backward and shattering—its surface split into five identical flying swords, each collapsing in sequence.

It had barely manifested before being obliterated, unable to endure even a single additional instant.

"Sword divides seven..."

Jiang Ding's expression remained calm as he glanced to his side.

A translucent, hazy gray-flame bone sword, appearing from nowhere, slashed at terrifying speed toward his head.

Shh!

Jiang Ding flicked his fingers casually—thirty-six blue-gold sword qi shot out, striking the gray-flame bone sword at the exact same point, arriving simultaneously with perfect timing, concentrating maximum force in an instant.

The gray-flame bone sword let out a mournful cry and shattered into nothing.

"You are slightly stronger than Yin Jiu Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

Jiang Ding commented.

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound... your sword Dao surpasses Sword Yang!"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun now had no interest in Yin Jiu Master Dinghai Zhenjun; he drew a deep breath and said coldly, "Step aside. You might be accepted by the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong. Otherwise, you are its enemy—enmity until death!"

Boom—

In response, a blue-gold flying sword descended from the sky.

It split into nine, and lightning-electromagnetic patterns emerged between the blades, instantly spreading a vast sea of electromagnetic thunder.

One after another, thunderous sword qi slashed down toward the center, each carrying the intent of annihilation.

"Remember, you brought this upon yourself."

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun no longer tried to resolve this with words; he spoke coldly.

"Ten Thousand Bones!"

He muttered.

Crack—

Crack, crack...

As Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun chanted, the domain of white bones and gray flames spanning dozens of kilometers began to shift, emitting crackling sounds of bones interlocking.

Countless white bones and gray flames within the domain transformed from illusions into solid forms, assembling themselves spontaneously.

Moments later,

One by one, skeletal figures rose from within the domain, wielding long swords wreathed in burning gray flames; they shifted positions and merged their auras, instantly forming a massive military formation.

Among them, various sword intents—flame sword intent, frost sword intent, desert sword intent—were chaotic yet harmonized.

"Kill!"

The army of bone sword puppets opened their mouths and roared in unison, slashing down their gray-flame long swords simultaneously.

Shhh-shhh-shhh!

Countless gray-flame bone swords flew skyward from the formation, striking the thunder sword array, and within moments cleared a vast stretch of the Grand Pure Flying Sword's electromagnetic thunder cloud, freeing them from peril.

"Your sword array is impressive."

Jiang Ding was slightly surprised, glancing several times at the two hundred plus sword-intent skeletons.

The Great Sun Qingse Jianzong possessed a legacy known as the Ten Thousand Skeleton Sword Flame Scripture, which could refine slain cultivators into puppets, growing stronger with each battle.

The Gong Fa Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun practiced was this one.

Jiang Ding had known the moment he saw Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun—no information could be concealed.

The reason its power exceeded expectations must lie in those two hundred plus sword-intent skeletons.

"Two hundred plus..."

Jiang Ding's killing intent surged.

This meant at least two hundred plus cultivators with potential to comprehend sword intent had been forcibly matured into these inferior imitations through demonic methods.

These two hundred plus gifted sword cultivators, ranging from Foundation Establishment to Jin Dan, could have given rise to seven or eight, even ten Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

This man, single-handedly, slew the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's future ten Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, severed at least two hundred years of future talent, merely to gain a slight increase in his own power.

"Indeed,"

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly and sighed: "A Great Sun Qingse Jianzong without its core is nothing but a swarm of insects. It holds not a shred of the Domain Lord's glorious aura—it's no better than a native sect."

(End of Chapter)