Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 1993 - 1962: The Supreme Art of Sword Dao

The Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations descended from the intangible!

It traverses frozen ti, shattering space and the Great Dao, nothing can block it, not even the galaxy painting that has been downgraded from three dinsions to two can block its brilliance.

Under the plus, everything is lted and cut by high temperature, always locking on to the essence of the green-clothed youth’s Divine Soul, even the dream realm of Six Dao Reincarnation cannot obscure it in the slightest.

Such an attack cannot be deflected, only forcibly blocked!

"Truly splendid,"

"Truly the resplendent wisdom of the Immortal Path..."

Jiang Ding faced the beautiful brilliance of the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations and could not help but be moved by the immortal wisdom it contained, attracted by its beautiful immortal structure.

Such beauty, is it really sothing cultivators in the human world can create?

Such an army formation, even controlled by a group of true Seven-step Daoists, could easily encircle and kill him now, right?

He can only flee with the wind, seeking another war machine.

This is the Taoist Soldiers of the Immortal Dynasty, the pillar under the command of the Human Emperor; their original goal was to fight across levels.

What a pity!

"Such a pity..."

Jiang Ding sighed, as if he saw a flaw in a beautiful flower.

Just like life always has regrets, experiencing childhood innocence, youthful exuberance, and the decay of old age.

No matter how powerful a creature or Taoist Soldier, as long as it doesn’t beco immortal, it will eventually decay soday.

Those beautiful plus, the plus condensed from multitude of Taoist Soldier powers, was their power not very cohesive, was the structure too rough?

Clang!

The sword cry roared through the cosmic starry sky.

In the fracturing galaxy painting, a great sun fell from the sky, landed on the head of the green-clothed youth, and turned into a blade of grass swaying in the cosmic star river.

This blade of grass was his true form in the ti rift!

As this blade of grass revealed itself, a terrifying aura that slaughters soul and spirit spread in all directions of the universe, causing the cosmic star river to change colors, the sky and earth to turn upside down, as if the ancient Sword Dao Immortal Clan was resurrecting, the ancient terrifying power that once ruled the cosmic starry sky reappeared, and past glorious histories unveiled.

"This is?"

"The Ancient Twelve Fierce, Nine-leaf Sword Grass clan!"

The Vermilion Bird Daoist and others roared angrily: "You are not a Human Race, but a Demon Race! A lowly Demon Race!"

In this era of the Endless Universe Starry Sky ruled by the Human Race, the Human Race adhered to an extre racial supremacy, regarding all demon races, whether the Dragon and Phoenix Golden Crow or Vermilion Bird as so-called Divine Beasts, or various Deities, all as pariahs, lower than Human Race pariahs, despised by Human Race elites.

This is the reason for the furious rage of these Immortal Dynasty nobles.

"You are ignorant,"

"and weak, foolish."

Jiang Ding glanced at them indifferently without offering any explanation.

A truly powerful being, like a True Immortal or the Human Race Heavenly Dao, could easily discern his essence with just a glance; these Daoists who rose to prominence by taking advantage of Human Race elites were not qualified for any explanation.

Clang!

Jiang Ding plucked a blade of grass from his head, held it in his hand, and slashed a sword towards the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations that shattered nurous paintings from afar.

In an instant, endless brilliance converged into this blade of grass. The galaxy painting of shattered heavens also flew towards this grass-leaf sword, all pouring into it; one side etched with sun, moon, and stars, the other with mountains, rivers, and vegetation; the hilt inscribed with agricultural techniques on one side, and strategies for unifying the seas on the other.

Surrounding the grass leaf was a layer of dim radiance, like the fine hair of a weed.

This was the Destruction mbrane Technology!

This was a new two-dinsional Human Emperor Grass Sword ford by the Dari Swordsman after initially fusing the Grass Character Immortal Sword Scripture!

Rumble!

With this sword, the universe rumbled into movent, cutting with extre sharpness, splitting the cosmic star river in half along its path, severing all living beings and spirits at their core, impossible to block, impossible to defend.

This sword, with no ornantal complexity, brazenly smashed forward, aiming to slash at the Vermilion Bird’s Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations!

In the eyes of all, two similarly terrifying attacks t and collided.

It was visible, even though the Dari Swordsman had exerted his full strength, the strength of this sword-light was still only a fraction of the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations, the Innate Power was too weak.

Like a moth rushing towards a dominating eagle slicing through the sky, it’s like a mantis trying to stop a cart.

This was supposed to be a tragic, decisive confrontation.

Yet, as the stronger party bullying the weak, the Vermilion Bird Daoist and others’ expressions changed drastically.

Ding!

Ding, dong, ding, dong...

In their wide-eyed gaze, the Human Emperor Grass Sword upon encountering the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations, like a spirited sprite, slashed at the roughest structure on the Feather of Eight Tribulations, an unknown magic structure, effortlessly tearing it apart.

This grass sword did not stop, it danced elegantly on the Feather of Eight Tribulations, graceful and nimble.

Every jump of the grass sword landed precisely on a flaw born just at that mont on the Feather of Eight Tribulations, as if this magic flaw was made just for it, welcoming it, waiting for it, coincidental to the extre.

The eight Annihilation Feathers of Eight Tribulations fiercely battled against the Human Emperor Grass Sword, ringing out with continuous clangs, waging a billion fights in an instant.

This grass sword’s power was far inferior to the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations, yet, in specific parts, it was overwhelmingly strong, each slash inevitably targeted the most vulnerable area of the eight plus, striking the weakest point with its sharpest edge.

It was precision to the extre, elegance to the extre.

This was not war, but art!

This was art of the Sword Dao!

Just this single sword alone was enough to beco a monuntal swordway tribute idolized by 99.9% of sword cultivators in the Endless Starry Sky, unreachable throughout their lifetis.

Ding!

The grass sword and the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations clashed billions of tis, composing a harmonious lody of combat, billions of sounds rging as if into one, imdiately resolving the outco.

From appearances, it was just the two-dinsional Human Emperor Grass Sword slicing through, passing through the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations, then pausing in the void for a mont.

Behind, the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations froze and did not move.

"I,"

"am very happy today."

Jiang Ding sighed lightly.

"How many years has it been since I’ve encountered such a crude opponent upon whom I could freely unleash all my swordsmanship."

Rumble!

A bright radiance shimred on the Annihilation Feather of Eight Tribulations.

This was a violent conflict within its vast and intricate magic structure, collapsing explosively without external force, turning into a terrifying explosion annihilating hundreds of thousands of kiloters of cosmic space, with life forms extinguished and stars shattered, terrifying beyond asure.

However, all strong beings knew that the terror was only superficial.

The power had completely dissipated, unable to be concentrated again, unable to threaten a true power.

To a true power, such a dispersed explosion was but a breeze, causing no effect whatsoever.

In the explosion that destroyed hundreds of thousands of kiloters, a leaf inscribed with sun, moon, and stars, mountains, and vegetation cleaved through the boundless void, the terrifying sword-light from afar suddenly arriving, reflected in the eyes of all Vermilion Bird Daoists.