Chapter 956: The Lord of the Realm Has Appeared

As Xi Ping'an's divine body fell, the entire battlefield fell silent.

Countless cultivators stared reverently, fanatically, at the blue-robed youth in the sky, as if facing a deity, not daring to meet his gaze directly.

The Lord of this Realm was born.

And not one like Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun, short-lived, a flash in the pan, but a Lord of the Realm who would suppress this world for ten thousand years, until the end of his life.

Within this time, all under heaven is the king's land, all are the king's subjects.

A long peace was about to arrive.

And they, cultivators subordinate to the Realm Lord, would find it very difficult to obtain the future's Great Dao, the future's Soul Transformation opportunities.

Because there were no longer any Soul Transformation-level enemies!

Without Soul Transformation-level enemies, where would Soul Transformation battle merits come from?!

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill them!"

At this thought, Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others' eyes all reddened, bloodthirsty and mad, burning their essence blood as they charged toward Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun, who was surrounded layer by layer by the three great army formations.

"Ants!"

"You damned ants…"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun shrieked, and ice-colored giant waves swept out in all directions, drowning a swath of cultivators.

After her mother Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan died, she had already begun burning her essence blood to fight desperately; each swing of her ice-crystal wings cleaved open vast swathes of formation patterns, sliced down nine-colored sword qi clouds like mountain peaks, sword dao cultivators' light wheels fell in clusters, and the great sun flame orbs unleashed by Yuanguangmingdian were extinguished one after another.

Screech!

A piercing cry rang out as Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun transformed into a streak of light piercing through the formation, attempting to flee the army formation, no longer trying to fight.

Defeated!

Already defeated!

Mother Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan died in battle, Xi Ping'an died in battle, Friend Friend Baizu fled in rout—what could she, a Soul Transformation early stage demon cultivator who had just advanced, possibly do?

Jiang Ding quietly watched this ice phoenix attempting to flee.

He would not snatch the fruits of his subordinates.

After all, they needed to advance, to go further, and they had to have battle merits; mere hard work alone would not earn them Soul Transformation opportunities, even the Soul Transformation opportunities of the Northern Plains.

This was their opportunity.

But if these subordinates could not seize it themselves, there was nothing to blame anyone for; this was the fate they should have, and they had to accept it.

"Kill!"

"Don't let her escape!"

Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun roared.

He merged his body with his sword, commanding his contingent of a hundred thousand sword cultivators, burning himself, merging with the sword dao light wheel, transforming into a hundred thousand blazing resplendent flying swords that slashed down upon Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun's head.

"Make her stay!"

Boom!

A hundred thousand light-wheel flying swords struck together; a terrifying explosion occurred, its shockwaves spreading for thousands of miles.

This strike clearly reached Soul Transformation mid stage level, intercepting the beleaguered fleeing Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun, countless ice-crystal feathers scattering in all directions, a wretched sight.

"Kill!"

"Kill! This old man's Great Dao opportunity!"

In the brief delay, the Master Tushan maid corps and Hun Yuan Fa Tian both blasted through the obstructing Great Snow Mountain formation; nine nine-colored heavenly swords descended to suppress, forming a cage that sealed Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun's retreat.

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's beard and hair all stood on end; he too burned his essence blood, even more frenzied than the sword cultivators, using his army formation to command a thousand great sun flame orbs each as large as Shanfeng in a continuous bombardment against the Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng demon lord, blasting her backward again and again.

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun, a Soul Transformation early stage demon cultivator, was actually surrounded and slain at the center by three great army formations; whether burning essence blood or using innate divine abilities, she could not break free of the three great army formations' encirclement and kill, being inherently inferior in strength.

Even if she erupted with everything she had, she could not change anything.

Roars, the sounds of slaughter, explosions and rumblings never ceased.

A demon race Canghai Tianjun was being surrounded and slain by human cultivator armies!

Unknowingly, several hours passed.

Gradually, Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun's roars grew weaker; swathes of army formation patterns spread over, wrapping her, binding and suppressing her demon body.

"Master Tushan!"

"I am filled with hatred…"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingfeng Canghai Tianjun glared venomously at the blue-robed youth in the sky.

The aura on her body gradually boiled, emanating a terrifying world-destroying presence that made all Master Dinghai Zhenjun instinctively stiffen, chilled to the bone.

"Not good!"

"She's going to self-detonate her demon core!"

A Master Dinghai Zhenjun screamed miserably, having realized something.

Self-detonating her demon core!

A Canghai Tianjun self-detonating her demon core!

This terrifying inference made everyone's scalp tingle, plunging them into a dreadful abyss of death, without the slightest chance of survival, seeing no hope at all.

So-called spatial shift and teleportation were utterly useless before a Canghai Tianjun's self-detonation.

Clang!

At this moment, a clear, soaring sword cry rang out between heaven and earth, dispelling the fear in all the human Master Dinghai Zhenjun's hearts.

"Your formation dao still needs tempering."

"A mere newly advanced demon race Canghai Tianjun—this should not have been the case at all."

Jiang Ding sighed, and drew his sword.

A streak of sword-light sliced down along the clear bloodstain in his line of sight, cutting deep into it with the ease and ease of a butcher dismembering an ox.

The strength of Master Tushan's three great expeditionary armies had been revealed.

Each of the three armies basically possessed combat power at Hua Shen Chu Qi, and when the three joined forces they could fight a Hua Shen Zhong Qi cultivator.

However, if a Hua Shen Chu Qi cultivator fought desperately and self-detonated, they could likewise grievously wound the three great expeditionary armies, with no escape — this was an inherent flaw of military formations, their mobility far too weak.

They had borne the full brunt of a Hua Shen Canghai Tianjun's self-detonation, with no room to dodge or hide.

After this sword strike, heaven and earth instantly fell silent.

"I hate…"

The aura of destruction still radiated from Bing Feng Canghai Tianjun, but the spiritual light in her phoenix eyes had completely dimmed.

Her aura vanished in an instant, and she became an ice-cold corpse falling from the sky.

With one sword strike, both body and soul were annihilated!

For a cultivator who had just ascended to Hua Shen, this sword strike was far too excessive — she should never have received such a grand treatment.

"Canghai Tianjun… we are useless!"

Hei Hei Louxi, Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and others stepped forward, bowed, and said in shame.

"Just train more. Besides, you do have merit as well — you suppressed a Hua Shen Chu Qi cultivator and the Great Snow Mountain's fifth-grade lower-quality formation."

"No one can strip you of this merit."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Regarding subordinates ascending to Hua Shen, his attitude was neither to encourage nor to oppose.

If someone ascended to Hua Shen Qi and wished to carve out a share of the world from his hands, that was fine — they could compare with the sword in his hand, and whoever survived would automatically possess everything.

If they chose not to challenge, then they had to work for him, exchanging their labor for spiritual lands, pills, and other cultivation resources.

The best choice, of course, was to forbid all other laws and stand alone as supreme.

But that was too petty — it would strip the people of the world of their yearning for the Dao, and he disdained to do such a thing.

Besides, to develop the world one had to possess a team of capable, shrewd cultivators; otherwise one would be nothing more than a fishing-and-hunting tribal-level sect in the cultivation world, with appallingly low resource utilization, relying entirely on slash-and-burn farming and making a living by luck.

"Canghai Tianjun is benevolent!"

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the others heard the meaning within his words, and were moved to tears of gratitude, utterly sincere in their devotion.

The breadth of mind of this generation's Human Race Canghai Tianjun was beyond imagination.

They had truly been born in a fine era — as long as one worked hard, and one's talent, gifts, and battle merits were sufficient, there was a sliver of hope for Hua Shen.

How fortunate — the path of the Great Dao was not severed!