Chapter 718: The Liu Dao Sect Wiped Out

"Blood covers the earth..."

Jiang Ding Zi murmured.

Through the simple record in his sea of consciousness, he could already see that bloody battlefield, countless maids seeking the Dao fighting and dying on the field.

Yes, this was the only thing that comforted him, leaving him with so little guilt.

After reaching the late stage of Foundation Establishment, they voluntarily left Master Tushan Xiancheng to pursue their own Jin Dan Dao; these were all their own choices.

If they desired ease, staying within Master Tushan Xiancheng to participate in security, tax collection, and other matters was possible, with a high probability of living out their lives.

The sixteenth year!

"In this battle, many thanks to Miss Chun Chun Jian!"

Chun Chun Jian did not let them off, staring intently at Dong Xue Liu Yun and asking again.

The response to the Blood King Army officer was a swarm of Xun Wind Flying Swords that beheaded him and his subordinates.

All of these must be supported, all interests must be divided, and their respective territories had already been demarcated before the war.

No matter how chaotic the outside world or how unpredictable the situation, there was no lack of two hundred years of peace for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Continue watching.

Kill, kill, kill!

"How dare you!"

This was a struggle for post-war dominance and the distinction between host and guest!

The two, Chun Chun Jian, since childhood possessed an exceptionally excellent Xiandao education, no less than others.

They had birthed Sword Intent!

Unexpected, yet within reason.

"Seeking death!"

"Daoist Blood, you are mistaken."

At this moment, no one dared to stop, not even Dong Xue Liu Yun.

The surrounding Blood King Army troops, enraged, struck out, killing the Master Tushan maids without restraint.

"Congratulations,"

The Blood King Army soldiers fell silent as if frozen by cold cicadas, daring not to voice any opinion on the Master Tushan maids' act of taking prisoners, fleeing far away and letting the captives escape into their hands.

If they suddenly took away fifty percent, what would us Jin Dan cultivators be left to divide?

"If it is, so what?"

Dong Xue Shou Ren Mo Li Tu, Tie Gu Jin Gang, and the other eighteen Jin Dan riders of the Dong Xue Yun Eighteen Cavalry, along with a large number of peak Jin Dan cultivators, showed displeasure, implicitly ready to erupt.

The surrounding maids were utterly silent.

Dong Xue Liu Yun descended from the sky, handsome and heroic, causing many female cultivators to blush and turn their heads away.

Jiang Ding sincerely congratulated.

Amidst loud laughter, Dong Xue Liu Yun, leading a group of Jin Dan cultivators, flew in from afar, drawing waves of cultivators' wild cheers, the atmosphere incredibly fervent.

"You say,"

"Do you know what happens when my great army is enraged?"

Nine maids,

Upon these words,

A silence fell.

A pile of corpses rose like a mountain, along with their anger.

Clang!

Chun Chun Jian spoke no more, drew her sword, controlled the power of the military array to attach to herself, and with one slash beheaded the ten Jin Dan cultivators who had spoken first, turning the air into a sea of blood mist.

In the Cultivation World, what did numbers matter?

What of millions? Why didn't these millions go tell the Zhengmo Alliance's great army how powerful they were?

Now, suddenly someone demanded half with open mouth; how could this be endured?

"Dare you move?"

"How few of you are there?"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Most importantly, the opposition was only twenty thousand!

"Arrogant!"

Gradually, both the Blood King Army and the Master Tushan maids calmed down, restored order, and began cleaning the battlefield.

They themselves remained unaware, continuing to pursue and kill important figures like Yin Dao of the Liu Dao Sect, leaving none alive, only feeling their swords become faster and sharper.

Chun Chun Jian looked around and asked again.

Boom!

A deafening boom erupted within the Liu Dao Huitian Lu Sheng Great Array; countless cracks spread, exploded, and the array foundations shattered; the cultivators within, whether Jin Dan or Foundation Establishment Qi Refining, were all blasted into patches of blood mist, their Shen Hun Lao Yin gone.

With such a base, under such death, the possibility of Sword Dao cultivators birthing Sword Intent had risen to certainty; it was only a matter of who.

"Fifty percent?"

Jiang Ding's gaze fell upon the Shen Hun Lao Yin of a young girl; his perspective constantly moved down, down, piercing through the sky-high clouds, piercing through the barriers of array after array.

All the maids' eyes were blood-red; they charged into the Liu Dao Sect great army, slaughtering everyone standing, everyone unwilling to lay down their weapons.

They looked at him coldly, feeling no surprise at being honored, no reverence as if he were a heavenly being, nor the roar of the mountains and sea of cheers that every word from other places would draw.

"In your Nascent Soul path, the most important obstacle has been removed."

Apart from Chun Chun Jian and the Palace Maidens, all were female cultivators of great renown in the Northern Plains, some being lone cultivators, others from collateral family branches, each different.

The Blood King's prestige reached its peak!

Their only commonality was that both their talent and comprehension were of the highest caliber.

Dong Xue Liu Yun remained silent.

Even though the great formation composed of hundreds of thousands of Liu Dao Sect cultivators could withstand attacks from multiple Nascent Soul late-stage cultivators, it was useless; after countless attritions, it was on the verge of collapse.

Kill!

Chun Chun Jian, the first maid of Chun, held her sword in the center and issued orders with a chilling killing intent.

Jiang Ding watched the battlefield quietly, disturbing nothing; this was the spotlight moment belonging to the maids, the reward earned after much hard work.

A Blood King army officer, enraged, charged into the Master Tushan maids' formation, intending to snatch back the Liu Dao Sect cultivators who had fled into it; with victory in hand, he held no one in esteem.

For instance, the three demon maids; they possessed Earth-grade bloodlines and could naturally advance to Jin Dan. No one forced them to go to the battlefield at the Foundation Establishment stage; everything was their own choice.

They only stepped forward to speak after the fruits of victory appeared.

Under the sword intent, the gap between so-called Heavenly Spirit Roots and Earth-grade bloodlines was instantly erased and surpassed.

Then, at a certain moment.

Inviting the wolf into the house!

"Those who resist stubbornly shall be utterly slaughtered!"

Shouts, clashes, and explosions continued endlessly, in utter chaos.

All Jin Dan cultivators of the Blood King army combined numbered over a thousand, a force of millions!

After an unknown duration, the battlefield calmed down.

Dong Xue Liu Yun's face stiffened.

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered.

"If it is so, what then?"

Born with sword intent, one belongs to the genius level among Jin Dan cultivators and could become a core disciple in the Great Sun Sword Sect.

More Liu Dao Sect cultivators ran over frantically, surrendering to the Master Tushan maids, discarding their weapons, kneeling on the ground, and submitting to judgment.

Chun Chun Jian glanced at Dong Xue Liu Yun.

"Wretched maid! These are my captives..."

Before Dong Xue Liu Yun could say anything, a Jin Dan peak cultivator immediately flew into a rage, unable to endure it, and shouted: "Your forces number only twenty thousand, while ours number millions; how dare you speak such arrogance?"

On the battlefield splattered with fresh blood, Liu Dao Sect cultivators withered like melting ice.

"Blood Daoist, tell me, what then?"

"This..."

Among mortals, limited by productivity, exaggerated records became reality.

Within sight, all Jin Dan cultivators lowered their heads; not a single cultivator dared to look directly, and their angry words ceased.

Around her were Xia Zhi the Palace Maid, Xun Feng the Black Lou Xi Maid, Qiu Sha the Maid, the new Kan Yu Maid, Lin Dong the Maid, Lei Ting the Maid, Dian Ling the Maid, and Chun Yang the Maid.

This is the fate of sword dao soldiers.

It was this very year that, under uninterrupted fierce attacks, the Liu Dao Hui Tian Lu Sheng formation wavered, with collapse imminent.

Dong Xue Liu Yun remained silent for a long time.

Whoever it was, whether ally or not,

"Indeed!"

Surrounding Jin Dan cultivators spoke sternly, all filled with immense anger.

This battlefield required no words, only the slaughter of blades and swords, the separation of life and death.

After many such instances, the noisy cursing vanished.

They are mad, all of them are mad!

Then, they were completely slaughtered by the Master Tushan maids.

The Liu Dao Sect army collapsed; the Blood King army launched indiscriminate slaughter. After years of fighting, they had gone mad and lost their reason, killing anyone they saw.

He bowed deeply, humble and polite, and said gratefully: "In this battle, without the Misses, it would never have been so easy."

Similarly, if Yu Bai and the others, after becoming Jin Dan, wished to reach Nascent Soul, they too must walk this path; only by surviving is advancement possible, otherwise, there is no hope for Nascent Soul in a lifetime.

"Flee!"

Dare to act, and be beheaded on the spot!

Dong Xue Liu Yun's heart sank.

Hehe,

"Extremely arrogant!"

Amidst this frenzied, self-forgetting slaughter, the divine souls of four of the nine maids underwent complex yet directed changes, becoming sharper, more bloody, and more concentrated.

Let alone these officers and soldiers, even if Dong Xue Liu Yun came here alone, he would die.

If the Gong Fa had no restrictions, the possibility of Nascent Soul would instantly be half a percent.

"Flee!"

He had not expected the other side to be so direct; he had originally intended to reward them with vast treasures at the price of mercenaries.

On such a battlefield, as long as one survives, every cultivator becomes immensely wealthy; furthering one's cultivation is a given; all distracting thoughts in their hearts vanished, filled with gratitude.

He arrived at a battlefield thick with evil qi, with military qi soaring to the heavens, where the scent of blood lingered for a long time.

Chun Chun Jian paid no heed to him and the thoughts of the surrounding Jin Dan cultivators, and said indifferently: "Fifty percent of the Black Snow Great Grassland belongs to the Master Tushan Maidens' Corps, with the boundary line east of the Xucun Xiancheng; what is your opinion?"

The surrounding Blood King army Jin Dan cultivators, roaring in anger, felt a chill in their hearts, fell silent, and not a sound was heard.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Jiang Ding saw nine massive auras rise up—spring, summer, autumn, winter, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and yang—all at the Nascent Soul stage, no weaker than a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and subtly forming a single entity.

"You..."

Hundreds of thousands of corpses lay fallen, blood floated the shields, craters from spell explosions were everywhere, and rolling flames and green smoke covered the earth.

Inviting the wolf into the house!

Jin Dan cultivators of the Eighteen Blood Cloud Cavalry were filled with regret, deeply annoyed.

"The Liu Dao Sect's elite army has been wiped out in one stroke; our army has won! Ten thousand victories!"

The two sides,

"Daoist Blood,"

At such close range, their crude military formation couldn't even react before swords fell.

"Hahaha..."

Similarly similar words.

Sword intent!

Besides the nine great maids, three or four other Jin Dan cultivators among them also underwent the same change, giving birth to sword intent.

The maid Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting in his divine sense finished her discussion in an instant; Spring Sword said softly, "We must also thank Daoist Blood for his contribution in this battle; without your desperate fighting, victory would not have come so easily."

He could feel the power of the military formation, nearly comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, acting upon him; even if he were among millions of troops, he might not be safe, with little certainty of defeating the opponent.

Under such strength, all the previous little schemes, wanting to dismiss them with the price of one or two mercenaries, were so ridiculous.

(End of this chapter)