Chapter 892: Sovereign of the Sword Dao

"The Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting Army of the Northern Origin Tu Mountain falls under three subordinate departments."

Jiang Ding continued, "They are the Master Tushan Maidens' Corps, the Great Sun Longsword Division, and the Hun Yuan Fa Heaven Division."

"The Great Sun Longsword Division will be composed of sword cultivators."

Upon hearing this, Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others, all originally from the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, revealed burning expressions, thinking to themselves, "As expected."

"The Sword Disciple cannot forget anyone, but he certainly cannot forget our own clan!"

"Who can serve as the Lord of the Great Sun Longsword Division?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Sword Disciple! This disciple can!"

"Lieyang is willing to serve as a dog or a horse!"

"Xu Fang is willing to share your burdens..."

The words had barely fallen when a group of Great Sun Qingse Jianzong sword cultivators instantly stood up howling; whether Nascent Soul Early Stage or Nascent Soul Late Stage, each patted their chest, filled with passionate fervor, their sword intent surging around them, looking as if they were the strongest under heaven and earth.

The Master Dinghai Zhenjun around them felt a touch of envy.

Sword cultivators and Canghai Tianjun walk the same path; they can act with unrestrained flamboyance, and they are certain this will not provoke the Canghai Tianjun's displeasure. This is the tacit understanding and recognition among sword cultivators.

Jiang Ding nodded.

These sword cultivators, though they recognize status over the person, possess extremely strong fighting will and supreme loyalty; in this regard, they even surpass the Master Tushan Maids.

This is the intense political reliability accumulated from three forms of recognition: sword cultivator identity, sect identity, and lineage recognition.

Being with them, Jiang Ding instinctively felt comfortable; when playing around, if someone provoked them and initiated a High-Grade Sword Duel, killing him on the spot would also feel refreshing and pleasant.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

"Draw your swords."

Jiang Ding said.

"Yes! Sword Disciple!"

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others were ecstatic.

To fight the Sword Disciple, and not in a life-or-death High-Grade Sword Duel, was for sword cultivators like them a truly immense opportunity!

Clang!

Clang, clang!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

In an instant, without a moment's hesitation, Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others roared, their entire bodies' magic power and sword intent erupting; unwilling to miss this huge opportunity, they slashed with overwhelming killing intent toward the youth in green robes seated on the Six Paths Wang Zuo.

Within the great hall, countless sword domains expanded; flying swords filled with violent killing intent shot skyward, and a cold will froze all directions.

The breath of the Master Dinghai Zhenjun around them hitched.

Where was this like a spar or guidance? It was clearly facing an enemy with whom one could not share the same sky!

Furthermore, some Nascent Soul sword cultivators, without hesitation, burned their essence blood, causing their magic power and sword intent to reach their utmost sublimation, unleashing their most peak, most perfect sword strike.

These madmen,

were not a minority, but the majority!

"This..."

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Yin Dao Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, Mu Mu Tianxue, and others changed color; many immediately hesitated, wondering whether to intervene and help.

This was not out of worry, but because what was happening before them resembled a rebellion, which was precisely a golden opportunity to demonstrate loyalty.

"Excellent."

Jiang Ding nodded, sensing their respect.

Clang!

The Taqing Flying Sword gently descended.

Though it was a single strike, the moment it descended it transformed into countless swords, forming sword arrays that fell upon every Nascent Soul sword cultivator's flying sword and upon each person, mutually non-interfering.

Ding, ding, ding, ding...

Within the hazy sword arrays, Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others fought wildly; the sound of blade striking blade never ceased, piercing clouds and splitting stones, and the grim battlefield killing intent spread in all directions.

Xueyun Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Yin Dao Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others held their breath, gazing at this godlike Canghai Tianjun sword technique.

Every Nascent Soul cultivator was assigned a sword array; the strength of the array seemed related to the cultivator's power, slightly stronger, but not too strong, so that victory would not be decided instantly.

Others proficient in the Dao of Arrays, such as Yin Dao and Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, saw even more.

Within these sword arrays lay a strong military formation implication; for those proficient in military formations, they could unleash even greater strength within these sword arrays.

"Ah!"

Nascent Soul battlefield speed was extremely fast; even in evenly matched combat, results appeared after dozens of breaths, and a Nascent Soul Early Stage sword cultivator spat blood and retreated from the sword array.

His arm and leg were broken in the middle; the fractures were smooth, blood fell like raindrops, and he crashed to the ground screaming.

"Sword Disciple, this disciple is incompetent."

This Nascent Soul Early Stage sword cultivator rose from the ground, enduring the pain of his broken arm and leg, knelt on one knee, and said dejectedly.

The magic power Master Dinghai Zhenjun around them twitched an eyelid.

"Hmm, practice more and it will be fine."

Jiang Ding nodded, withdrew the sword intent and magic power aura from the other's wounds, and casually cast a healing spell.

The trouble with injuries to high-level cultivators lies in the fact that wounds often carry the enemy's magic power aura, possessing attributes such as corrosion, poison, and destruction, which crazily destroy the body.

If deliberately controlled so that the power does not scatter, such a cleaved wound is actually not very troublesome and is not a critical injury.

"Yes, this disciple will definitely practice diligently in the future!"

This early Nascent Soul sword cultivator used his divine sense to gather back his severed leg and hand, and withdrew to a corner of the great hall with a halo of healing spells to tend his wounds.

"Ah…"

Before long, another Nascent Soul sword cultivator vomited blood and staggered back, this time even more miserable—his body had been cut clean in two at the waist.

"Ah!"

"Ah…"

As time went on, Nascent Soul sword cultivators kept falling one after another—severed limbs, torn-off arms, internal organs flying everywhere. The once-pristine great hall instantly became an asura field, an abattoir, the stench of blood assaulting the nose.

This scene made the watching Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, the Xun Wind maidservants, and the others tremble with shock.

'Is this… alright?'

'The records in the Gong Fa canon of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion say exactly this—this is how the best sword-tempering effect is achieved… did the records get it wrong?'

Jiang Ding himself felt somewhat unaccustomed.

He swore he had followed the records in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Gong Fa to the letter, without a single change.

Though they were enemies, one had to admit that the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was absolutely top-tier in the domain when it came to training sword cultivators—the kind that pulled ahead of the other sects by at least three lengths, a complete crushing dominance.

Their orthodox sword-cultivator training and education program was exactly this.

Even with the powerful educational system of the immortal sects, it was hard to alter—no one had that ability.

As time went on, one Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun after another screamed and dropped out, severed limbs and broken arms carpeting the ground, until only two sword formations remained stubbornly holding on.

Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun. Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

This outcome was no surprise—Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun had once been called Lieyang Sword Son, the sect heir the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong had groomed in the past, while Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was currently the strongest person in the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

Ten breaths later, Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, with his natal flying sword clamped in his mouth, vomited blood and withdrew from the sword formation. Both his arms were already broken, and he collapsed to the ground, yet he showed no sign of pain. Excitedly, he sent his voice through divine sense: "Many thanks, Sword Son!"

"Thank you for your guidance!"

One could clearly see the clang of sword-song ringing out around him—he must have had a breakthrough, though whether it was in sword intent or sword technique, it was unclear.

Whichever side it was, the breakthrough would surely carry his Dao further forward and steady his foundation by another measure.

This was why these sword cultivators were so fanatical.

The surrounding sword cultivators cast envious glances his way, but then immediately closed their own eyes as well, hastening to digest the various realizations that had just surfaced in their hearts.

The guidance of a juvenile form of the domain's overlord, the Great Sun Sword Son, was precious beyond measure—especially for sword cultivators, more potent than any spirit pill or wondrous medicine by ten times, a hundred times.

"Puh!"

The last one to vomit blood and withdraw from the sword formation was Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun. The aura around him stirred faintly—his sword intent or sword technique might have been about to break through—but in the end it settled back down, and no real breakthrough occurred.

"Thank you, Sword Son, for your guidance."

Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun said gratefully.

Though he had not broken through, he had a premonition that at most another century of accumulation would surely let him break through, and if he went through several more life-and-death battles, the time would be shortened dramatically.

All the results were out.

Among the many sword cultivators, Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was the strongest, and Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun had the greatest potential.

"Zhenjun Xu Fang, you shall be the master of the Great Sun Longsword Capital, and the Sect Master of the Qingse Jianzong, one of the Ba Sect."

"Until someone appears whose strength and merit both surpass yours."

Jiang Ding made his decision.

(End of chapter)

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