Chapter 955: The Sword Disciple of the Great Sword Pavilion in Its Prime

With this single sword strike, the Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun died!

Jiang Ding's gaze flickered.

His eyes seemed somewhat hazy, somewhat blurred; affected by the causality of the Sword of Jin Zhi's Destruction, he saw a place extremely far away.

This place was not even the Western Desert; it was within an endless ocean, beneath a ten-thousand-zhang sea abyss, where a giant ice-crystal egg lay quietly on the ground.

How many years this scene lasted was unknown; perhaps several thousand years, perhaps over ten thousand years.

It had always been so, never undergoing any change; no life had ever come beneath this ten-thousand-zhang sea abyss, and no one had ever known.

Crack!

At a certain moment, this giant ice-crystal egg underwent a change.

A single crack appeared on the eggshell; the crack spread, quickly covering the entire egg body. The sound of crack-crack-crack never ceased in the ears, until finally it collapsed.

Screech!

Amidst the dust swirling through the sky, an ice-crystal phoenix the size of a carriage was born. It stretched its neck and sang, its clear and melodious cry spreading in all directions, bringing life to this dark and silent ten-thousand-zhang sea abyss.

"Master Tushan!"

"Master Tushan!"

"I will remember you, I will remember you. After you die, I will surely slaughter your bloodline and kin. I will surely destroy your Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, kill every human in the world, leaving not even a chicken or a dog..."

The voice issuing from the mouth of this beautiful ice-crystal phoenix was melodious and pleasant, yet it lacked the ethereal holiness of a divine bird; it was filled with resentment and malice, making anyone who heard it feel a chill of horror.

This, in fact, was a tradition of long-lived beings.

"I cannot defeat you in this generation; that is fine. I will fall into a seal, sealed for several thousand or even ten thousand years. Whatever powerful enemy or heavenly genius there is, they will have reached old age by then, their combat power greatly diminished. It will be the time to exact revenge and settle the score."

"If still not reassured, simply outlast them. Do not even wait to see their enemy's old age. Wait until it is confirmed they are dead, then open the coffin to mutilate the corpse, exterminate their bloodline, slaughter their entire clan, and mock them wildly atop their grave."

"Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals; they are not allowed to show white hair in the human world."

"Even a heavenly genius or outstanding hero, can they defy time?"

"Master Tushan!"

"Master Shuoyang..."

The Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun whispered coldly.

She etched these two names deeply into the depths of her soul, never to forget them, always to remember them.

However, she did not notice that a trace of fine, faint crimson hue had appeared in her eyes at some unknown time.

This crimson hue was ordinary crimson, slightly carrying a metallic luster; this color was common everywhere in nature, and no one would find it strange.

But if someone were here, the instant they saw this blood-golden hue, a clear-featured youth in a green robe with a long sword at his waist would immediately appear in their heart.

This instinct could not be controlled.

That youth in the green robe was gazing quietly at herself.

Even more bizarrely, that blood-golden hue, which existed only within the Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun's eyes, was spreading, bit by bit, towards her cheeks, towards her neck, towards her body, and towards her ice-crystal wings.

"Master Tushan..."

Soon, the Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun's entire body was completely covered by dense blood-golden sword scars, yet she herself knew nothing, still screaming with malice.

Until, a single fine blood-golden hair grew from her cheek, fell below her eye, and was finally seen.

"What is this?"

The Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun's heart gave a thump.

She instinctively used her divine sense and demonic power to look inward at her own body, but discovered she was completely powerless, unable to move even an inch; her body was incredibly stiff, having lost all control.

"No!"

"What the devil is this!"

The Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun cried out in terror.

Through some watery light, she saw a shadow: a bird-shaped monster covered entirely in blood-golden hair was struggling frantically, yet it was all in vain.

As it struggled, it seemed to trigger some kind of technique; those blood-golden hairs stood up straight one by one, shaped like sharp swords, piercing into her divine soul and piercing into her flesh and blood body.

"No! No..."

"Spare my life..."

The Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun let out a wail of terror, despair, and resentment, yet it changed nothing.

Her last fragment of divine soul origin vanished as those blood-golden flying swords pierced into her body.

A demon lord who had suppressed the Western Desert for ten thousand years died right there.

In this ten-thousand-zhang sea abyss that no one had ever known, her body was pierced through by countless blood-golden flying swords the size of fine needles, with no life remaining anywhere on her entire body.

All of this, seemingly long, was actually just an instant: the Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun died, the Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun was reborn through nirvana, and died again.

All of this happened within a single sword strike.

Indeed, the mountain-sized body of the Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun, split in two, had not yet fallen to the ground, having only descended a little.

"See, I told you you would die. This Lord is not a waste like Canghai Tianjun Master Shuoyang."

"You simply wouldn't believe it."

"Now, do you believe it?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He looked at Friend Friend Baizu Canghai Tianjun, who had been forced back by another sword strike, and at Xi Ping'an, who had burned her incense divine power and was charging madly here with hundreds of thousands of divine guards.

The world fell silent at this moment.

The Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan Canghai Tianjun, who had suppressed the Western Desert for ten thousand years and was considered an extremely powerful figure even among Tianjuns, was dead. After merely a few moves, she had been slain by someone in the midst of an attack on others.

Slaughtered by a single sword strike from the front!

"Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan, Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan is dead..."

Bai Zu Tian Jun's body stiffened; he looked at this scene with a horrified gaze, unable to believe it.

Immediately,

Whoosh!

Without looking back, he burned his vital blood and fled madly, disregarding any grand strategy, any future, any tomorrow; he simply fled, abandoning everyone.

The half-human, half-centipede Daoist flashed several times, fleeing frantically, and soon vanished from here.

"Trash!"

"Fool, you fool!"

Xi Ping'an whispered.

"Kill!"

He was not surprised, nor disheartened; once more he burned the Incense Core, raised the golden great sword high, carrying the momentum of a thousand li of heaven and earth, commanding millions of Incense Divine Guards, and struck down upon the head of the youth in green robes with the force of an axe cleaving Mount Hua.

"Hahaha!"

"Daoist Xi, why be so harsh on others?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "What you have here is merely the Incense Divine Path itself; if it dies, though your power will be greatly diminished, you yourself will still be alive. How can that compare to Daoist Friend Friend Baizu?"

"But rest assured, the Immortal Sect's detection arts are unrivaled across the realms; I will find your rat's nest."

"You said the previous Great Sun Sword Master left a prohibition on you that would trigger my bloodthirsty, mad desire? That is fine; I will not kill you."

"However, if you are crushed by a falling rock, drowned by water, or beaten to death by a Nascent Soul cultivator passing by, that would not be my doing."

Clearly, Jiang Ding had thought of everything.

Boom!

A brilliant Great Sun rose within the thousand-li Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain, facing the morning sun, carrying endless aura of annihilation, destruction, spell suppression, and distortion, and smashed head-on into Xi Ping'an and his divine army, who had burned everything.

"Kill!"

Xi Ping'an shouted low, raising the golden great sword high, and commanded the divine army to smash forward head-on.

Boom!

Boom-boom!

Terrible explosions erupted; space tens of kilometers across shattered instantly, scorching shockwaves spread in all directions, triggering a catastrophic disaster, and all living things within a range of tens of kilometers perished.

"Kill!"

Amidst the shattered spiritual light and shockwaves, the Jin Jia Divine General charged once more, raising the great sword to cleave and kill, never retreating.

"Not bad, not bad at all."

"Your fighting will is acceptable; with this alone, you have not disgraced the name of Zou Zou Xiyuan."

Jiang Ding did not withhold his praise.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed lightly, and another strike came to kill, landing on the golden great sword of Xi Ping'an, who had burned everything.

Boom!

Boom-boom!

One sword after another!

Brilliant, scorching spiritual light exploded continuously; the void shattered repeatedly, and space boiled as if.

It could be seen that Xi Ping'an, having burned everything, had greatly strengthened his power; in direct combat he could match Jiang Ding, step by step refusing to retreat, charging madly.

forward.

Though their paths differed, there was the bloodthirsty, mad style of the Great Sun Sword Cultivator who fought to the death without retreat.

The price, however, was the Incense Divine Core he had burned, and the Incense Divine Guards continuously turning to ash and vanishing.

One sword,

Two swords,

Three swords,

……

The seventh sword!

Xi Ping'an once more blasted back the Taiqing Flying Sword; amidst the shattered space, he panted heavily, propping himself up with his sword, his aura dropping drastically.

He did not even have the strength to stand!

He looked around; the millions of Incense Divine Guards were already all dead, each slain by the dissipating Great Sun Annihilation Sword Qi.

The Incense Divine Core within his body, the object representing the core of the Incense Divine Path, the object of authority, had now become translucent and hazy; even without external force, it would collapse and self-destruct within a few breaths, having burned everything.

He had exhausted everything, burned everything, yet this was all he achieved.

He withstood seven swords.

That was all.

"The Great Sun Sword Disciple of the Sword Pavilion…"

Xi Ping'an smiled bitterly.

He knew he had encountered the Great Sun Sword Disciple of the Sword Pavilion in his full strength, stronger even than the same-rank Chong Chong Guang Zi, in his full strength.

This was originally the sect's pride, something that should have been a reliance on his path, yet he was the sect's mortal enemy, his father's mortal enemy.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword struck again; a sword from the clouds pierced his brow.

"Sword Pavilion…"

Xi Ping'an's body stiffened; his eyes instantly dimmed and lost all light.

The next moment, the Jin Jia Divine General's body, as massive as a mountain, fell like a collapsing Shanfeng, shattered, with countless spiritual lights scattering in all directions; no trace of life remained.