Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 203 194: Trading 100,000 Mortals for Foundation Buil

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A few breaths later, Jiang Ding arrived at the front of the train.

Doors he passed along the way automatically opened in succession, causing him no hindrance.

"Jiang Ding, is that you? Are you sure you can deal with the Foundation-building cultivators ahead? Why not stop and wait for backup? There's no helping property damage and casualties."

A bearded train conductor was already waiting, speaking anxiously.

This busy-looking uncle, in the middle stage of Qi Practicing, probably had no ti to pay attention to other matters and naturally wouldn't recognize a college entrance exam top scorer, which was a common occurrence each year at the Xiann Sect.

"Yes, sir, I can."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Clang!

The azure sword-light flashed and disappeared, flying out from a previously reserved exit. The speed of the sword increased considerably from the start, giving the impression of a cavalryman brandishing a lance.

The sword shadow flashed and was gone, vanishing from sight.

"Why do Foundation-building cultivators occasionally penetrate our defenses?"

Jiang Ding asked the Central Array Spirit Computer with his Divine Soul, feeling uneasy about it.

If he encountered a Foundation-building cultivator, he had a good chance of escaping, but his mother and other family mbers would likely die upon encounter.

"...The Boundary Defense Formation has its flaws, and there is an order to the destruction sequence. Please do not worry about your safety..."

"Understood."

Having faced many trials, Jiang Ding had a bit of understanding of war and quickly grasped the situation.

The Xiann Sect could indeed eliminate all Foundation-building Cultivators attempting invasion beforehand, but doing so would require mobilization of Golden Core battle power or regular troops.

Once was fine, but multiple tis would expose weaknesses to the enemy,

Any single Foundation Establishnt Cultivator from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace could diversify Xiann's Golden Cores and a large number of regular troops. If several more Foundation-building cultivators were dispatched, the entire defensive system would collapse, and nothing would remain.

If a burglar entered a house, police and civilian force should be enough to handle it.

Because of the delay in power projection, so casualties were inevitable. That's just the nature of war.

The train's speed continued to slow, set in the wilderness with no signs of any platform structures.

"Conductor! What's happening?"

The passengers, who were chatting happily, changed expressions and quickly asked.

"We've encountered a Cultivator from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace ahead... Please stay calm and maintain order, wait for the police to resolve the situation... Prepare for self-defense..."

The train's broadcast repeated, causing all passengers to panic.

"Boundary-breaking cultivators!"

The girls chatting nearby quickly moved closer to a brown-skinned young man from Zijin University.

The other passengers did the sa, as any Cultivation Departnt university candidate was likely to be far more capable in combat than the rest.

"Fellow student, can you protect us?"

Many good-looking girls asked.

"I'll try my best."

The young man with brown skin turned pale.

A boundary-breaking cultivator from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace was definitely at the Foundation Building stage. What could he, a re mid-stage Qi Practitioner, do to protect anyone?

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Nearby the railway,

the space beca hazy, and an old man with white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and an aura of decay walked out.

"The Eastern Devil School's Mother Realm, a place many high-level cultivators yearn for, yet this old Foundation-builder has managed to arrive here as his lifespan nears its end."

"It's really heaven playing tricks on people."

With a tap of his Copper Dragon Rod, the elder gazed out at the wilderness and sighed.

After scanning the surroundings with his Divine Sense, turned into an Escape Light, and flew towards a train a few kiloters away, where humans' presence was strongest.

"May heaven bless so that I may slay a hundred thousand mortal thieves of the Demon School and have the Wang Family of Green Bamboo Mountain grant one more Foundation Building Pill to ensure the continuation of my family lineage..."

Three thousand ters, two thousand ters...

Many sharp-eyed passengers could even see a streak of Escape Light in the distance, unobscured as it approached, with a killing intent that was cold and chilling.

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Every Cultivator from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace knows that within the Mother Realm of the Eastern Devil School, any attempts at concealnt are fruitless.

"Nine hundred and twenty-seven people... Sixty-two Qi Practitioners... A dozen more such attacks, and the Wang Family of Green Bamboo Mountain will once again gain a foothold..."

A cold light flashed in the withered old man's eyes, his lips moving slightly, as the Spiritual Energy within several square miles agitated, turning into hundreds, maybe thousands of thumb-sized dark red fireballs.

Clang!

A tremor sounded through the air, as a hazy Azure Flying Sword in the Divine Sense suddenly descended, piercing through the masses of thumb-sized fireballs, instantly extinguishing them.

"A Mid-stage Foundation Building Cultivator?"

The Azure Flying Sword didn't continue its attack and instead hovered not far from the old man, vibrating and creating sound in the air.

"A mortal? A warrior?"

The withered old man's expression shook as he looked towards a seemingly empty space.

The mont the sword's ringing was heard, a figure erged abruptly within the range of the Divine Sense Scanning: a young man whose outline was hazy and indistinct, even under the Divine Sense.

"You're seeking death!"

While the destructive attack from the Eastern Devil School might co at any mont, the decaying elder had no ti to delay, his eyes flashing coldly for an instant.

"Go!"

He tapped his Copper Dragon Rod, channeling robust Mana into it.

Roar!

The Copper Dragon Rod twisted and swelled, transforming into a several-zhang-long behemoth in the blink of an eye; its bronze scales, claws, and fierce eyes visibly clear as if it were a living creature, roaring and lunging at the young man not far away, its sharp, nacing teeth bared.

Supre Magic Tool, the Copper Dragon Rod!

The signature Magic Tool of an ancestor from the Wang Family of Green Bamboo Mountain, which had struck fear across the region for over a hundred years—under its might, more than a handful of Foundation-building cultivators had been beaten to death!

Whizz!

The Azure Flying Sword, fearless, transford into a streak of light that penetrated the dragon's open maw, the Sword Qi emitting a ringing sound as it clashed with the snapping bronze teeth.

Sparks flew out from the dragon's mouth intermittently, falling to the ground and lting deep pits in the rock, with magma clearly visible.

It was evident that the Azure Flying Sword was no match for the dragon; the Spiritual Light on the sword rapidly dimd, and it could only hold out for a few more breaths before it would be completely overwheld.

"You are clearly just a mortal!"

The withered old man shouted in a mix of shock and anger as his Divine Soul trembled incessantly, clearly warning him that a terrible event was looming and his life was approaching its final end.

"Good! A mortal who can contend with foundation building must be the Eastern Devil School's prodigy, not just any of the tens of thousands of mortals."

"If I am dood to die, then dying alongside soone like you would not be in vain!"

A vicious look flickered through the withered old man's eyes, his face flushing red as his body wobbled unsteadily, and even the Copper Dragon Rod in combat grew dim, the Flying Sword breaking free.

He was actually using all of his remaining Essence Blood!

"Soul Piercing Spike!"

The decayed elder bellowed.

Instantly, a transparent blood spike phantom pierced the distance of a thousand ters.

An old Cultivator nearing the end of his life had nothing else but a wealth of life experience, enabling him to master even the most obscure soul attack spells.

Having used almost all of his Essence Blood, he was absolutely confident that even if a Late Foundation Establishnt Cultivator were caught off guard, they would be severely wounded and close to death!

Not to ntion just a re mortal!

"Ah!"

The decaying elder scread, his body shaking uncontrollably and his Mana going haywire.

The Soul Piercing Spike that entered the opponent's sea of consciousness was like striking against an Azure Great Sun, intense heat and sharpness consuming it, obliterating the Soul Piercing Spike that carried a fraction of the soul attack.

Whizz!

Seizing the opportunity, the Azure Flying Sword broke free from the Copper Dragon Rod and flickered, piercing through his shield.

"No good!"

The withered old man released all his Mana in an outburst and narrowly dodged the strike, leaving a deep, bone-deep gash on his face, with countless fine Sword Qi surging within, causing havoc.

"My path of the Dao..."

He was about to try sothing else when an expression of grim resignation crossed his face.

Whizz, whizz, whizz!

From the sky, hundreds of missiles arrived, blasting the old man, who had no place to hide, into countless bloody fragnts.