Chapter 969: Slaying the Hundred-Legged Tianjun

Beneath a single sword blow,

The blazing sun rose, and countless golden-threaded poison insects exploded into the sky.

Countless invisible, formless insects lurked secretly within space, carrying the taint of curses, slipping in silently—masters of the insect path’s “danger,” “strangeness,” and “concealment,” figures of Grandmaster caliber.

Yet when the vast sky was filled with the annihilating sword qi of the Great Sun, and the sword intent descended to suppress all, every trick of ghosts and demons became hopeless.

Countless insects turned to ash, scattering uselessly across the heavens.

“Friend Baizu, you’ve grown weak.”

Jiang Ding sighed.

BOOM!

Within the thousand-li Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain, another brilliant sun rose, hanging high in the sky, falling like a meteor, locking onto the centipede’s core, radiant and majestic, bearing terrible destruction heat as it slammed down.

It was telling you,

I’ve come. You’re going to die.

Do you accept it?

If not, then die!

The same sword strike, from start to finish, unchanged, descended from heaven with clear, icy deathly energy, enveloping the centipede Daoist’s entire soul and freezing it as if falling into an ice cave.

“Tu Shan, you deserve to die!”

Baizu Tianjun roared.

His eyes turned blood-red; he could no longer maintain the stability and calm of his Dao heart.

In the face of life and death, how many heroes and prodigies have failed to see through it—he could not either.

Especially not to die so humiliated, so powerless.

The glorious years when he roamed the Southern Wastes, slaying countless powerful enemies of both human and beast races, seemed long gone, mere illusions, never truly existing.

With just an ordinary sword strike, he already clearly sensed death.

So clear. So fragile.

“ROAR!”

“KILL!”

Baizu Tianjun bellowed, his voice shaking ten thousand li.

His mouth opened wider, then wider still, swelling hundreds of times until it became as large as a mountain, its sharp teeth, drool, oral textures, and poison glands clearly visible—far off, it looked like a green-gold flesh cavern, endlessly spewing toxic mist.

Rustling…

Over two million golden-threaded poison insects shrieked wildly, flooding into his mouth, flesh, bones, and skin like a raging river.

The insects surfaced; bumps appeared one after another on Baizu Tianjun’s skin and cheeks, dense and writhing madly.

In the end, his skin ruptured outright, spraying foul, poisonous pus, revealing patches of gold-green scales that shimmered under the sunlight, glowing with eerie light.

Baizu Tianjun’s body swelled, swelled endlessly.

Finally, he became a hundred-meter-tall giant, entirely covered in gold-green insect-like scales.

His body burned like a furnace; merely his blood qi dispersed the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain for kilometers around, and every gesture shattered space, rippling waves outward.

“Tu Shan!”

“Witness my Hundred Poisons True Insect Body!!”

Baizu Tianjun roared.

His entire gold-green insect carapace flashed in sequence—from toes to torso to full body—until all light converged into his fist.

He stepped forward and punched, hurling his fist toward the distant green-robed boy; his entire figure shattered space and vanished.

His insect body was more terrifying than a Primordial Spirit treasure!

“Body refinement?”

Jiang Ding said with interest.

This Baizu Tianjun was truly a genius.

Unlike Bingyuan Tianjun, who relied solely on bloodline, he, lacking a strong enough lineage—never touched upon high-rank bloods like the Phoenix—had walked a rougher path, thus synthesizing human and beast lineages to invent many strange arts.

The insects were like this; so too was this Hundred Poisons True Insect Body.

“Your method of body refinement using insects is indeed a brilliant idea.”

Jiang Ding praised: “You, born of the centipede clan, are wasted. Had you been born among humans, you might have gone much further—your bloodline limited you…”

BOOM!

Space shattered!

The gold-green insect-carapace giant broke through space and struck the green-robed boy, reducing him and the surrounding kilometers of space to a cloud of blood mist—blood splattered, bone shards, organ fragments, hair fragments… everything a human had.

“Dead…”

Baizu Tianjun’s heart involuntarily flared with excitement.

SHHH!

A blazing sun had already locked onto the centipede’s soul, unaffected by the space-shattering strike, and now surged forth with brilliant, searing light.

Ten thousand sword lights, along with sealing arts, annihilation, and destruction intent, exploded against Baizu Tianjun’s back—the moment after his punch, when his reaction had a slight delay.

BOOM!

“Puff!”

Baizu Tianjun was struck from behind by the blazing sun; his insect carapace shattered, flesh turned to ash, and he spat blood as he was flung forward.

He staggered in midair, his aura plummeting drastically.

When the spiritual light dimmed slightly, he looked closely.

The back of the hundred-meter gold-green insect-carapace giant bore a perfectly circular depression, smooth as glass—within it, the gold-green carapace, flesh, even the hardest bones had all turned to ash, leaving only a thin layer of flesh on his chest, translucent.

This sword strike

had been just a hair’s breadth from piercing him clean through!

In truth, it was nearly the same now—only a thin layer of insect carapace and a few strands of flesh remained. Had he not been a beast with naturally tenacious life force, he would already be dead.

In fact, it’s nearly over now—only a thin layer of insect carapace, mixed with a few strands of flesh, remains on his chest; if not for the innate tenacity of insect demons, he’d already be dead and ready for burial.

“You vile bastard!”

Baizu Tianjun raged, hatred driving him mad.

He had such an advantage—and yet the opponent still struck from ambush, refusing to face him head-on!

He had no dignity at all as a Daoist swordsman.

Despicable!

Shameless!

“Friend, this isn’t despicable.”

“This is the art of war.”

In another stretch of void, Jiang Ding’s figure reappeared; simultaneously, the blood and flesh fragments at his former location dissolved into spiritual light.

“Forget it—you wouldn’t understand.”

“Friend Baizu, farewell.”

“Friend Baizhu, may you have a safe journey.”

Jiang Ding slashed again.

A brilliant sun formed within the thousand-li Annihilation Sword Domain, another plain, unadorned sword strike descended, pressing down upon the weakened gold-green insect-carapace giant.

This was the most basic sword strike, honed for centuries.

“Again with this same sword strike? Can’t you change it?”

“Tu Shan, you damned bastard.”

Baizu Tianjun laughed bitterly.

ZOOM!

He ignited his demonic core, ignited his primordial blood.

A gold-green flame ignited on his forehead, spreading rapidly across his entire body, setting him ablaze, countless white ashes falling like snow.

All of it, finally, became a blazing, brilliant flame—the last life-fire of a Tianjun, illuminating tens of thousands of li.

All of it ultimately became a blazing, brilliant flame—the flame forged from the final life of a True Lord, illuminating tens of thousands of li.

The gold-green toxic flame collapsed, once again transforming into millions of insects—pale green, formless and invisible—instantly piercing through a thousand li of space to appear before Jiang Ding, filling his vision. Everything happened in an instant, arriving before any reaction could form.

The golden-green toxic flame shattered, once more transforming into millions of poison insects, their You green hue formless and intangible, piercing a thousand li of space in an instant, arriving before Jiang Ding, flashing into his vision—all happened in a single breath, arriving too swiftly for any reaction.

Jiang Ding remained calm.

CLANG!

The Taiqing Flying Sword instantly appeared before him, slashing with the Great Sun Annihilation Sword intent—straight, level, no tricks, no variations, a single straight strike, the same blazing sun phenomenon rising, the will of the Sun Sword Dao.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s foundation was Taiqing Divine Iron—and sword intent!

All manner of flashy techniques, surprise attacks, deadly traps, soul assaults, insect attacks, curse spells—these fringe methods held no brilliance for those with a complete Immortal Sect inheritance.

The ancestors had already studied and passed down these tricks.

To defeat someone from an Immortal Sect, only pure, righteous power can crush them—there is no other way.

To defeat someone from an Immortal Sect, only overwhelming, righteous power can prevail—there is no other way.

The sword phenomenon forged by the Taiqing Flying Sword swept forward!

The Daoic phenomenon forged by the Taiqing Flying Sword surged forward!

sizzle…

The Hundred-Legs True Lord burned everything, and the soul attack of the Hundred-Poison Golden Silk insect transformed into a wisp of blue smoke, dissipating into nothingness, causing no effect whatsoever.

“Hundred-Legs, I am disappointed.”

Jiang Ding slashed casually with his sword.

The sword light cut through distant void, striking one hundred and twenty-seven empty spaces, where dozens of thumb-sized centipede soul fragments froze in place.

“To fight for your life, you must give everything—push yourself to the brink of death to find renewal.”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

Jiang Ding grew slightly angry, then his expression softened.

“But you need not worry—go in peace. I will correct all your mistakes.”

One hundred and twenty-seven blue-gold sword marks appeared on the centipede soul fragments, cleaving them in two, erasing them utterly into ash.

The last vestige of life in the Hundred-Legs True Lord vanished.

Thus fell the True Lord who had dominated the Southern Frontier for ten thousand years.