Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 171 163: I Can Smell the Aura of the Sword from Five

Above the sky,

the handso youth had a hole in his forehead, and with a splash, he fell into the sea, raising a few ripples, devoid of any signs of life.

Eighteen artifact embryos capable of crushing an early-stage Foundation Building cultivator to bits suddenly dimd, the Formation thod patterns vanished, and they fell down as dead objects together with their owner.

Jiang Ding stepped lightly on the sea's surface, avoiding the falling stele.

"What a pity..."

He looked sowhat regretfully at Xu Jianian's corpse.

If this were a real battlefield, one's assets could skyrocket by more than tenfold in an instant, and the wealth of a Nascent Soul direct descendant was beyond imagination.

Of course, being personally hunted by an Immortal of Nascent Soul was another matter altogether.

Between heaven and earth, the illusory image of a towering blue Big Tree that seed to have risen from the ground slowly faded, as if it had never appeared.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged among the waves, eyes closed, resting his spirit.

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In Xiandu,

a terrifying pressure spread in all directions.

The interdinsional Air-Space Mothership, its location unknown, slowly activated, revealing a colossal cannon with a caliber exceeding ten thousand milliters, as the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within hundreds of miles crazily converged towards it.

The super defense Big array of Xiandu was triggered, with Array Patterns lighting up within the sea of clouds.

"Warning, unauthorized Magic fluctuations detected, please cease, cease imdiately..."

The cold, chanical voice of the Array Spirit kept transmitting.

"Senior!"

"Sun Extinguisher Senior!"

"You must see clearly! You have to see clearly!"

Immortal Dinghai Zhang Zhen felt he was going mad, grabbing Yellow's neck and vigorously shaking it: "This person is not the successor of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Dari Swordsman, he is a citizen of Xiann!"

"A Xiann citizen!"

"Can you hear ?!"

"Citizen my mother's ass!"

Yellow's eyes, which had turned blood red at so unknown point, pushed him away, sneering fiercely: "Top-tier Sword Intent, comprehended during the Mortal phase; I can sll this Sword Dao stench unique to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion even from five million kiloters away. And you tell this is a Xiann citizen??"

"You idiotic fool!"

"Get lost!"

"Let fire one shot; for the rits, you'll get one percent!"

Not just here, at the secluded practice sites of high-level Xiann cultivators across Xiann, at least over a dozen Sky Celestial Mother Ship Main Cannons rapidly charged, targeting the area in Rongcheng City where the Dari Swordsman's Spiritual Aura was present.

A cataclysmic disaster threatening the world could occur at any mont.

These old cultivators who had experienced racial blood wars had such sensitivity to this type of Spiritual Aura ingrained in their Divine Souls, and reincarnation may not necessarily cause them to forget.

"Warning!!!"

Finally, amid this nearly Xiandu civil war-provoking dreadful aura, the Central Array Spirit Computer responded, and an overwhelming pressure descended, covering the sky and spreading over Yellow and the other old fiends.

"Without permission, exposure of Nascent Soul Level Magic fluctuations within Xiann is prohibited!!!"

"Okay."

Immortal Dinghai Zhang Zhen, no matter how he tried, couldn't wake Yellow, who suddenly jerked awake, the blood in his eyes vanishing, obedient yet still unconvinced:

"I have also reviewed the ergency excavation results of Xiann regarding the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, there are fragntary achievents, but compared to the forr Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Sword Dao skyscrapers that pierced the heavens and delved into the Starry Sky, these don't even amount to a straw hut; there's not even a simple system!"

"Under such circumstances, soone achieved in their Mortal phase what only the forr Dari Swordsn could accomplish."

"I have serious suspicions!!!"

Yellow raised his hand and declared: "I suspect that old monsters from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion aren't completely dead, they have infiltrated Xiann, I request a thorough investigation!"

Immortal Dinghai's face turned serious.

The opinions of these old cultivators who had been through brutal racial blood wars couldn't be ignored.

"Request approved."

The icy chanical voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer ca through.

"Citizen Li Ritian, identity card number 31000...59, unauthorized use of a weapon of mass destruction aid at a Xiann citizen, recomnded to be treated as drunk driving, sentencing to six months of imprisonnt with a set term. Please proceed to the nearest prison to serve your sentence."

"This recomndation has been submitted to the Supre Court of Xiandu, if there are objections, please apply for an administrative review."

"I have no objections."

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Huang Mao muttered to himself.

The turmoil at over ten Xiann Sects and the resulting chaos gradually cald down.

The residents of Rongcheng City were oblivious to the fact that they had been targeted by the main cannons of over ten Nascent Soul level Air-Space Motherships and narrowly escaped vaporization.

Inside the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm viewing plaza, silence reigned.

"What... what the hell is this!"

"He's just a martial artist, a martial artist!"

Li Tie and the others' eyes widened, believing they had fallen into an illusion. Soone pinched a close comrade, and a piercing scream imdiately followed.

"Xu Jianian couldn't possibly have fake foundation-building combat power, could he?"

Rongcheng City,

"Sword Dao phenona, Sword Dao phenona..."

Hua Zhentian, also closely following his daughter's college entrance exam, stared at the brilliant azure Big Tree in a trance and whispered, "A Xiann cultivator, how could a sixteen-year-old produce such a thing? It defies logic!"

"An unparalleled genius of Sword Dao, born within a Xiann Sect that had destroyed the strongest Sword Dao sect?"

"Is this so kind of joke?"

In that mont, all foundation-building cultivators in Rongcheng City recalled the phenonon that had spread for a hundred miles that day.

At ho.

"Mom!"

Jiang Yuan exclaid, "The tree in the sky last ti was created by Jiang Ding. I was wondering why it looked so familiar. He didn't dare to tell ; when he cos back, I'm definitely going to snatch that little tree!"

The adults did not respond to her. They were lost in a trance.

"Xiantian cleaves foundation building!"

"Heavens!"

"Could it be that a Nascent Soul, or perhaps even a Divinity Transformation cultivator, is about to appear in our family?!"

Lin Yong murmured to himself.

"A thousand years later, or even ten thousand years later, when we've all turned to ash, and even the ash is no longer visible, will there still be a relative of ours, living in this world..."

The very thought of this scenario filled them with the urge to cry.

"Wanqiu, is he really your own flesh and blood?"

Elder Lin Gang couldn't help but ask, "Our family's bloodline isn't that strong, is it? Think about it, could there have been a mix-up or sothing?"

"Dad!"

Lin Wanqiu glared at him, but she too fell into doubt, repeatedly recalling the scene of Jiang Ding's birth.

"Impossible!"

"He looks so much like , his personality is similar, his martial Dao aptitude... also similar, he is definitely my own!"

"Dad, don't get caught up in this theory of bloodlines. Not even every child of a Nascent Soul has great talent. It's not strange for a genius to co from an ordinary family."

Lin Wanqiu was utterly certain.

"Sister, this isn't as simple as just being a genius..."

Lin Yong's brows rose with joy.

...

...

"You have entered the top fifteen."

"Round sixty-three, Ou Daocheng."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and the Flying Sword shot out abruptly, slicing into a grayish Primordial Magnet Little Mountain. The sword's shadow slightly distorted; a blurred figure flew out.

A plump round man erged.

One, two, three... a total of twelve gray, dusty Primordial Magnet Little Mountains unfolded around him in sequence, their intense Primordial Magnet fluctuations distorting the surrounding air into a series of transparent ripples.

"Hey! Dari Swordsman!"

The round man Ou Daocheng greeted him, "I'm sure I'm dead and won't go out, so how about we call it a draw between us two?"

"Dari Swordsman?"

Jiang Ding frowned.

"Don't call Dari Swordsman."

"Alright, Dari Swordsman, can we call it a draw, please?"

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