Chapter 954: The Death of Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan

A blood-ice flame and a blue-gold flying sword clashed savagely, gripping the hearts of everyone on the battlefield.

Every strike of the Taiqing flying sword cleaved through countless folds of space and shattered countless shards of frost.

Because the surrounding space had been frozen, every tiny shift of the flying sword had to overcome tremendous resistance, as if it were making an enemy of an entire world of ice.

This was Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan's demon core, refined through ten thousand years of sacrifice!

The fire of this demon core, cold beyond cold, rippled outward in rings of transparent waves, freezing the surrounding space, clinging to the Taiqing flying sword like a bone-deep rot, endlessly wearing down the keenness of its edge.

The Taiqing flying sword kept hacking and slashing, its edge impossible to block, but its speed grew slower and slower, and the aura on the blade began to wane.

Clang!

With a soft hum, the Taiqing flying sword wheeled about and returned to Jiang Ding's side.

The Great Sun Destruction Sword Intent and Wan Hua Ci Yuan magic power surged through the blade, crushing the thin layer of frost on its body, and the flying sword returned to its peak state once more.

"Fellow Daoist Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan, you're not bad."

Jiang Ding's expression finally grew Solemn, and he acknowledged, "Your demon core has already brushed against the outer skin of the Fifth Sword Realm, the 'Sword World.' Within your attacks lies the meaning of a whole world's life and death—undying, inextinguishable. Every strike you unleash must contain the assault of an entire dharma realm, flowing on without end."

"Although it is still far from a true Sword World, it does indeed have a hint of the shape."

"It seems there are real things within the bloodlines of the demon race after all; one cannot afford to look down on them."

"Die!"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan growled low and gave no reply.

She had entered a state of burning her essence blood and simply could not afford to drag things out. Once more she drove the demon core, shaped as a blood-ice flame, to press the attack, bent on fighting to the death.

"Friend Baizu! Xi Ping'an!"

"The two of you!"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan said sharply, "If you hold back again, then die—and let's see whether I die first, or you two die first!"

"When it comes to the art of escape, my Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng clan fears nothing!"

"Kill!"

Xi Ping'an said not a word, his great golden sword raised high.

He began to burn his incense-and-fire divine core, burning the several million divine guards beneath him, burning everything without reserve, transforming it all into a towering blood-flame of incense and fire.

Heaven and earth blazed in radiant gold, saturated with the dense power of the divine path's incense and fire, nearly liquefying into droplets.

Countless cries, countless murmurs—all came from the countless believers of the East Sea across thousands of years, calling out together to their god.

"This…"

Bai Zu Tian Jun, however, hesitated, lacking resolve.

He had no clan, no descendants; apart from his own life and his own Dao, there was nothing in this world he was attached to. To make him fight to the death was exceedingly difficult.

"Ha

ha!"

"The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng clan's art of escape?"

Jiang Ding heard Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan's words and saw Xi Ping'an's clean, decisive resolve, but paid it no mind. He chuckled lightly: "Fellow Daoist Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan, surely you mean something like a phoenix's nirvanic rebirth—resurrecting elsewhere, then sealing yourself into the deeper layers of space, yes?"

"You…"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan started in fright, and even the steps of burning essence blood and staking her demon core in a death-fight became disordered.

"How… how could I possibly know?"

Jiang Ding finished the unfinished words for her, smiling: "Demon beasts bearing the phoenix bloodline, back and forth it's always the same set of tricks—and you ask how I know?"

"This is something one could guess with eyes closed."

"Or are you perhaps an unprecedented, once-in-ages prodigy of the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng clan, who cast off the shackles of bloodline, broke through a barrier far harder than that of the human race, and walked out your own path?"

"A pity, in this sovereign's view, your talent has not reached such a height, so a few tricks are not hard to guess."

"As for these means of escape, fellow daoist, you need not pin your hopes on them."

Jiang Ding said mildly, "I assure you, fellow daoist—if you are defeated, escape is absolutely impossible. The so-called phoenix nirvana may well be a supreme great divine ability, but with your mongrel blood, it is far, far from enough."

"Back then, you could fool Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Shuoyang and escape from under his hand, but that does not mean you can do the same before me."

"Ridiculous!"

"Nonsense!"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan's heart sank. She gave a cold laugh, looking utterly unconvinced.

"You don't believe it?"

"Very well."

Jiang Ding nodded, not angered in the slightest: "I still have one more sentence; I wonder whether you'll believe it or not?"

"Hahaha…"

Clang!

His hand rested on the sword hilt, his gaze swept the surroundings, looking toward the three Canghai Tianjun. At last a hint of savagery appeared, and he laughed long and loud, bold and heroic to the extreme.

"Fellow Daoist Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan!"

"With this one sword of mine, you will die."

"What does fellow daoist think of that?"

Clang!

A clear, ringing sword-cry resounded in all directions!

An invisible, terrifying pressure suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, causing all of the four directions to falter and go still.

Even Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan, who was burning her essence blood and driving her demon core to attack, and even her demon core itself, were the same—a hair-fine hesitation appeared, almost impossible to detect with divine sense.

"What is this?!"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan cried out involuntarily.

Boundless fear, uncontrollable, arose in their hearts.

Jiang Ding's expression remained calm.

His eyes were covered in scarlet; he gazed back at the world between heaven and earth—mountains, earth, sky, white

clouds, ice flames, gu insects... everything had vanished, leaving only countless crisscrossing bloodstains spreading in all directions.

In some places, the bloodstains were faint, merely a few threads;

in other places, the bloodstains tangled into nets, dazzling and constantly flowing, the bloodstains and blood nets changing at any moment, infinitely complex.

The most obvious were undoubtedly three clusters of blood nets!

One cluster of blood nets, radiating an aura of cold ice, spat out a flame of blood net even more dazzling; upon it, bloodstains flowed and shifted, sometimes vanishing, sometimes turning an intensely deep red.

This flame of blood net, carrying a killing intent that drowned the heavens, flew toward this side.

"It is... you."

Jiang Ding whispered.

The sword had completely left its scabbard.

Clang!

The heavens and earth suddenly plunged into darkness!

Not light, not rays.

It was that all living beings in the heavens and earth were forcibly stripped of their spiritual perception, plunged into absolute darkness, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, their five senses all dimmed, chaotic and unclear.

They panicked, they feared, yet could do nothing.

For this moment was far too brief!

So brief that even in the eyes of a Soul Transformation cultivator it was merely an instant, passing in the blink of an eye, let alone changing or responding to anything.

Whoosh!

The Taqing Flying Sword descended, falling like light, arriving in an instant.

The invisible sword light of the Taqing Flying Sword followed the trajectory of the bloodstains where the Bing Yuan Tian Jun resided, slicing like a butcher dismembering an ox, along the crooked traces within the bloodstains and blood nets.

This appeared complex, yet was in fact the shortest, most efficient sword path, piercing through the weakest points and flaws within the cultivator's demonic energy shields and divine arts.

In an instant, it pierced straight through.

Piercing everything.

This was... the prototype of the Sword That Extinguishes Jin Zhi!

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, revealing a somewhat weak gaze.

"No..."

The Bing Yuan Tian Jun, originally bloodthirsty and mad, having burned her vital blood and commanded her demonic core to fight for her life, now showed intense fear.

She ignored everything, lost all reason, and turned to flee without a care.

However, she had just taken a step.

Her body stiffened.

A thin bloodstain appeared on the Bing Yuan Tian Jun's brow, following the midline, starting from her magnificent phoenix crown, down to her ice-crystal-like sharp beak, then to her graceful neck, finally to her abdomen, the feathers on her chest, her body, blooming straight along the absolute midline.

"I regret it!"

"I regret not listening to Daoist Xi!"

The Bing Yuan Tian Jun let out a mournful, piercing cry.

This was the last words she left in this world.

Immediately, the spiritual

light in her beautiful phoenix eyes vanished, the spiritual soul within her head shattered, and her massive, mountain-sized ice-crystal phoenix body split evenly from the middle, with blood and entrails like a waterfall cascading down, falling to the earth.