Chapter 737: The Great Sun Sword Disciple Who Destroyed an Army

"You, come and meet your death."

Someone said this.

Within the heart, encased by the heavy Infant Treasure armor of the Armor King, a chill arose.

That youth was clearly unremarkable, bearing no pressure, no sharpness, yet looking at him, an unfounded fear rose in the heart, like an instinct from the depths of the soul.

"Kill him!"

The Armor King roared low.

Boom!

Under the command filled with killing intent, ten Nascent Soul-level military array formations, currently besieging the Eastern Extreme Demon Gate's border-crossing landing force, dared not delay, turning their direction.

Amidst the brilliant Jin Chong Guang, layers of military array domains spread out, covering the sky and earth for tens of kilometers, containing a strong metallic sharpness; these were the Metal Division of the Brother Brother Xuanwu ten divisions, the sharpest, controlling and imprisoning the flow of all heaven and earth spiritual energy within the domain.

The Taiqing Flying Sword, amidst deafening roars, merged into space, disappearing from the detection range of all cultivators' divine sense and spirit-electron radar.

Ten axes and Yue, brilliant with Jin Chong Guang, descended from the sky!

Boom!

Jiang Ding smiled on his face and greeted kindly.

Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator here would have to flee in disgrace, daring not to face it directly.

Before the ten Jin Chong Guang axes and Yue.

That was all, simple and plain.

It was not the splitting of sword light, merely extreme speed!

The ten Jin Chong Guang axes and Yue, the size of Rushan, paused.

This was not a spell; it was an Infant Treasure of the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, refined over countless years, which in the process of realm warfare against native Nascent Souls, often resulted in imprisonment, a single axe severing the head, with blood flowing everywhere.

The sound of thunder appeared in the heart-lakes of all cultivators within the ten military arrays of the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace; whether Jin Dan or Foundation Establishment, their sea of consciousness exploded, a roar from the soul itself, making their sea of consciousness turbulent, utterly numb, and their reactions sluggish.

The domain spread out, and then,

a magma-colored scarlet gradually covered the eyes, blazing red and dazzling, looking unlike any living being, utterly evil and strange.

Ding!

The first appearance after the Taiqing Flying Sword vanished.

The blue-gold blade struck a Jin Chong Guang axe and Yue, with brilliant sparks flashing.

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

Boom!

A blue-gold flying sword let out a high-pitched shriek, using sword dao spiritual abilities to construct a azure high-speed channel between the heart-lakes of over one hundred thousand Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators, an absolute lock between souls, with nowhere to escape!

"Cut!"

An ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator here would have their domain breached instantly, losing the ability of a Nascent Soul to control heaven and earth spiritual energy.

He thought it was just one, but looking again, sparks bloomed simultaneously on all ten Jin Chong Guang axes and Yue.

Sword Qi Thunder Sound!

At this very moment, the ten axes and Yue formed a tight formation, carrying endless heaven and earth spiritual energy, slashing across!

"You... are also very good..."

The next moment, the Jin Chong Guang axes and Yue slowly parted from the center to both sides, devoid of spiritual light, turning into two halves of scrap iron, falling from the sky.

The ten Jin Chong Guang axes and Yue, some in front, some behind, some striking straight down, some sweeping horizontally, all different, yet the angle of the wound on every axe and Yue was exactly the same, all broken in two from the center with the handle.

The Taiqing Flying Sword flashed and vanished; the Infant Treasure-level axes and Yue offered her no resistance.

Ding!

The second appearance of the Taiqing Flying Sword,

in the center of the ten Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace military array cultivators!

Not one sound, but five hundred and twenty-seven sounds merged into a single crisp sound!

Among the one hundred thousand Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace military array cultivators, five hundred and twenty-seven Jin Dan cultivators stiffened, a faint blood mark appearing on their throats.

Within their souls, before the emotion of fear could even arise, it was already completely shattered, their eye sockets utterly lifeless.

The five hundred and twenty-seven Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Jin Dan cultivators lost all spiritual light and all aura, their bodies falling weakly to the earth.

Boom!

Precise and complex, comparable to the surging power of a volcano, the Nascent Soul military array, after instantly losing all controllers, saw the vast magic power flowing within it lose control, exploding with a boom, blasting all Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Foundation Establishment soldiers into a cloud of blood mist, with treasures and magical tools flying wildly through the sky, and space shattering.

With a single sword strike,

one hundred thousand lost their heads!

The entire battlefield fell silent.

"Great Sun Sword Disciple..."

Everyone's gaze turned here; the gaze of the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace military array cultivators was full of fear, their hearts chilling, memories stirring of the Great Sun recorded in their sect, and the endless bloodshed he brought, realms sinking, covered in blood.

"Commander, do not push the group army formation too far forward..."

Teacher Ouyang Hui, Deputy Commander of the Northern Front Army's Air-Space Force, cried out anxiously.

Her words suddenly stopped, her eyes wide with terror.

She felt only a chill rise straight from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, her whole body stiffening.

The youth not far away, though still the same familiar face, had instantly transformed into another form, utterly terrifying, with killing intent and blood filling the sky, causing her to feel instinctive fear.

Such a person,

how did the Immortal Sects defeat and slay him back then?

Clang!

Amidst the crisp sound of the sword, the Taiqing Flying Sword returned, emitting a cheerful, light hum.

"…Very beautiful…"

Jiang Ding gazed at the ten fireworks before him and murmured to himself.

The scarlet heat in his eyes seemed to fade, or perhaps it did not fade but became even more pure, washing away some impurities in the sword intent with fresh blood.

"However,"

"It is too weak."

As if brushing away dust, he eliminated the interference and obstacles.

Jiang Ding raised his sword, looked at the Jin Jia giant within the thousand-two hundred Mao Shen layers of protection, and the scarlet color in his eyes no longer walked slowly; body and sword merged, transforming into a brilliant blue-gold sword light that surged forward to kill.

"Attack!"

"Kill him!"

The chill in the heart of the Jia Wang grew deeper as he roared repeatedly.

Under the forced command of the soul prohibition, dozens of Brother Xuanwu Army Formation cultivators disregarded the enemies before them; layers of law domains surged forth one after another, like Vajra divine iron, binding the void and condensing into golden axes and halberds the size of Shanfeng, locking onto the neck of the youth in the sky and chopping straight down.

Boom!

Dozens of axes and halberds chopped down in an instant; the law domains shattered, space turned to powder, and spiritual light splashed everywhere.

This was equivalent to a combined strike of dozens of Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun!

In such a situation, even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator would be annihilated in one strike, with flesh, blood, and Nascent Soul shattered, and the soul completely destroyed.

Spiritual light shattered into four pieces, space broke, and the original spot was obscured.

"Is he dead?"

"Where is he?"

The Jia Wang among the thousand-two hundred Mao Shen guards activated the army formation; layers of thick golden light turtle shells spread outward, ancient and weathered, protecting every direction, Vajra immortal and indestructible.

Taking this rare opportunity, An Siyan, Jin Jin Lingfeng, and others ordered the fleet to fly swiftly through the Gao Feng layer and enter the clouds; fleet after fleet deployed their army formations, watching the shattered space tensely.

Clang!

Another clear sword cry entered the ears of everyone.

Some heard it as crisp and pleasant, the natural beautiful sound of a sword weapon.

Others heard it as a thunderous boom like thunder, shaking the sea of consciousness, dulling the six senses; a blue-gold sword-shaped light flashed across their eyeballs, leaving afterimages.

Then, their souls were destroyed, all vitality lost, and they fell from the sky.

At a corner of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace army formation group, a sword-dash light that tore through space slowly settled, revealing the figure of a youth, with blood dripping from his sword.

Around him, the Jin Dan cultivators in five of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace army formations lost all vitality in an instant; the out-of-control army formations roared and exploded, with fragments of magical treasures and artifacts splashing in all directions along with blood.

(End of this chapter)