Chapter 822: One Sword, Six Nascent Souls Slain

"Hahaha!"

"Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun, your name is Tushan, yes?"

The eldest of the Jin Chi Demon Lords laughed heartily, his manner exceedingly bold and heroic: "You have done very well. As long as you join my Ten Thousand Demon Valley, glory and wealth, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, breakthrough pills and medicines — everything you could want will be yours."

"Even more, in the future if you wish to break through Nascent Soul and reach the realm above, as long as you perform great merit, it is not necessarily impossible."

"My demon race takes in all rivers, embraces all clans, contains everything. You must know that the human race is also a member of the myriad clans, the same as us."

Unlike when facing Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, his five old brothers did not sneer or mock, but looked on with extremely friendly smiles.

"Not just you all — if I have the leisure, I will cut my way into Ten Thousand Demon Valley, sweep every place with divine sense and sword intent, slaughter every man-eating demon beast, exterminate their clans, root them out, leave not even a chicken or dog alive."

All of it, for that one sword.

"A hundred demons eat men, a hundred demons die."

He spat out his demon core, merged it with his life-bound plume beneath his neck, yet did not dare to use it as a flying sword or flying dagger. Instead it transformed into a phoenix-wing gilded mace, gripped tightly in both hands. With his sturdy fleshly body he tore through space, and, meeting the blue-clad youth in the distance, brought it down in a landslide-and-earthquake-shattering cleave.

Both sides traded sneers and mockery, each striving to gain something.

The air was utterly silent.

"However,"

"Oh?"

Xu Fang's eyes went wide.

Just like a swordsman who uses his moves by the book — knowing the how but not the why — who in the past relied on his tall frame and great strength, on his heavy and fierce great saber, always invincible, always victorious, until… he met a true swordsman.

Hiss!

Then he saw a soft, weak, willow-catkin-like flying sword drift past; the ancient divine mountain shattered; six Jin Yu bird heads soared into the sky; golden fresh blood sprayed in all directions.

This was a saber domain formed by the superposition of six same-clan late-stage Demon Lords!

"Very crude."

The instant he moved, the other five Demon Lords moved as well.

They appeared in a single instant.

"Hahaha…"

"Ridiculous!"

"You really think anyone will believe your lies!"

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and looked at the six Jin Chi Wang Zu Demon Lords.

An utterly unremarkable sword — no sword art at all — soft and weak as a willow in the breeze.

Within this bloodline-inherited ancient killing formation, he was confident that even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator standing before him would be cleaved apart on the spot!

In a single instant he could control a hundred li around him; he needed no more.

Jiang Ding's eyelids lifted: "A domain requires the highest wisdom — the polishing and sensing of true qi from childhood, born bit by bit — not something that amateurs like you can wield through so-called innate ability."

Still, the aura it displayed was far weaker than any single Jin Yu Saber Domain, let alone the six saber domains combined.

They let out cold, low roars.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Within a range of dozens to nearly a hundred kilometers around, countless Jin Yu saber-gleams flickered, pouncing to kill toward this place. The saber light streamed on without end, the wind hissed sharply, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, its might terrifying beyond measure.

The Destruction Sword Domain appeared; the Destruction Sword Domain took over.

Clearly this was only a sword domain with a weak aura, far weaker than even his Void Spirit Sword Domain.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

At this moment, his confidence returned once more.

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun thought of something at this moment, was overjoyed, and began to laugh wildly.

"Tushan…"

At the thought, the Destruction Sword Domain slowly unfurled.

Cold and clear death descended abruptly.

"Seeking death!"

Jiang Ding unhurriedly continued: "If there are demon beasts that eat people, then they must die."

"Understood?"

"Hahaha…"

"One demon eats a man, one demon dies."

"Friend…"

"Quiet."

"Eh?"

"What?"

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun shrank his head and immediately kept silent.

"The demon race relies entirely on innate instinct — thick-skinned and fleshy."

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun spat fresh blood, staining the clothes on his chest, coughed, and mocked: "Return to above Nascent Soul? You flat-haired beast — don't speak of you; even if your Wang Zu's ancestor performed heaven-shaking great merit, what of it?"

Those streaks of blue-gold sword qi were like swordsmen one and all, displaying sword techniques that left one dumbfounded. Though they used only a tenth of the power of the Jin Yu Saber Domain, they crushed it utterly.

"I don't believe it — this isn't real!"

The thin Demon Lord roared in fury. Under his lead, the battle formation's might surged once more, more than doubling.

Jiang Ding's gaze swept over, taking a single look.

"Dare to spy even a fraction, and you shall instantly meet an inexplicable death."

In the next instant, this sword filled the entire vision of the six Demon Lords, encompassing heaven and earth, encompassing everything, leaving no path to escape.

For some reason, the moment his words left his lips, both Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjuns and all the Demon Lords shut their mouths, almost instinctively.

"Jin Yi,"

This was a domain spread out by blue-gold sword qi; sword qi floated and sank within it, emitting a heavy and orderly aura, as deep and bottomless as the ocean.

Even iron men forged from spiritual gold of the Nascent Soul realm would instantly shatter into fragments beneath these blade lights.

"Extremely rigid."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, looking at the six Demon Lords: "You possess no technique, and your bloodlines are too weak, making you feel boring. If you can withstand my single sword strike, you may live."

This thin, frail Jin Chi Wang Zu Demon Lord bowed respectfully; his soul was keen, and his beast instincts were extremely strong.

That was all.

However,

The six Jin Yu blade domains, upon first contact with this domain, crumbled into disarray; the Jin Yu, refined over a thousand years, and the genuine, tangible blade domain collapsed before this sword domain.

From a distance, it looked as if six ancient Shenshan mountains were collapsing, falling, and suppressing together!

"Six Heavens, Green Mountain, Demon-Slaying Array!"

"Therefore, you will all die."

"As for technique, it is better not to make a fool of oneself before experts."

Before a swordsman who has mastered technique, so-called exquisite blade moves are merely offering one's own throat to the sword tip, with no ability to control it at all!

In the terrified gazes of the six Jin Chi Wang Zu Demon Lords, the vast, destructive sword intent surged like a tide, drowning their six blade domains in the blink of an eye, filling every corner of heaven and earth, controlling the spiritual energy in every place, leaving not a single extra wisp for anyone else.

The thin Jin Chi Demon Lord roared.

"Thank you, Daoist friend!"

"Kill him!"

Jiang Ding did not care what the other was called; pointing at a Jin Yu bird demon who had remained silent, quiet, thin, and possessed extremely low presence, he said: "I do not discriminate against the Demon Race. Among my subordinates, there are Demon Race cultivators needed. I treat them all equally; the military merits established and the rewards received are exactly the same, with no deviation from the Human Race."

"How can the strength of our Demon Race be known by someone like you, who sits in a well and looks at the sky?"

Without hesitation, they burned their essence blood, combining their most solid Demon Cores with their innate feathers, tearing space at the same time, forming the battle array inherited since ancient times within their clan, and striking down without distinction of order.

The power contained in the sword qi was only one-tenth of the Jin Yu blade domain; it was not that its power was limited to this, but that this power was sufficient.

"No!"

The kind smiles on the faces of the six Demon Race Demon Lords vanished.

The destructive sword domain was like a cage, sealing everything, cutting off spiritual energy; cold death descended upon every cultivator.

They exchanged glances, each seeing the other's pupils shrink.

Jiang Ding spoke softly.

"You are not suited for such flashy things."

"If the Demon Race of the entire world eats humans, then the Demon Race of the entire world, regardless of gender or age, must die, die cleanly and thoroughly."

The expressions of the other five Jin Chi Wang Zu Demon Lords stiffened.

He spoke these words with a smile, as if chatting with a neighbor.

This scene grew more and more distant.

Until, it fell into complete darkness.

(End of this chapter)

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