Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"Patriarch Du Jiang!"

Li Qingyun's face turned pale.

He was confident that his talents were no less than anyone else's.

But the Three Sons of Xuetu were different!

Hua Xuezi had a magical embryo of the Blood Transformation Knife, Bai Gui Zi had a magical embryo of the Bai Gui Banner, and Du Jiangzi also had formidable techniques.

He didn't have these things!

How could he even compare?

"Senior Brother, your flight technique is far superior to that of ordinary people, and you haven't even arrived yet, please reconsider..."

Wu Makong said fearfully, growing more anxious to urge him on.

"Don't say such things again!"

"Otherwise, I will not protect you."

Li Qingyun's expression, initially indecisive, suddenly turned solemn, and he stood up to head toward the battlefield.

Wu Makong was taken aback and hurriedly followed.

In the sky,

a blue shadow emerged.

...

"Big brother!"

"I can't hold back any longer!"

"So much blood, so much flesh!"

The bloated child's eyes showed a bloodthirsty color, stimulated by the blood and flesh rich with Spiritual Energy on the battlefield and turning red.

With a push from his feet, he leaped dozens of meters like a meatball and smashed into the midst of Qiyu Sect disciples.

His tiny arms swung, sending out dozens of white bone filaments flying in all directions, piercing through shields, impaling eyeballs, and dragging several Mid-Stage Qi Practicing cultivators into his embrace.

"Patriarch Du Jiang... spare our lives!"

The few cried out in terror.

Crack!

The Du Jiang child bit into a female disciple's throat with a clear and crisp sound, took a fierce suck, and a satisfied expression crossed his face.

"The cultivation base is a bit lacking, only mid-stage Qi practicing."

He also felt regretful.

"Don't you think so, big brother?"

"Roar roar!"

The green Refined Corpse growled excitedly, grabbing one in each hand, starting from the face, gnawing at their flesh and blood, cutting the screaming short as their brains splattered.

"Bai Gui Refined Corpse Guards!"

The Du Jiang child shook his Storage Bag.

A hundred black-haired zombies wearing rune-inscribed iron armor appeared, surrounding him, and rushed in all directions, ordinary magic attacks like fireballs and earthen spears had no effect on them, merely producing a clanging sound.

These zombies moved with extreme speed, swift like the wind, quickly catching up to the fleeing Qiyu Sect disciples. One bite after another, the crunching sounds and their harrowing screams echoed to the sky.

There wasn't even a proper resistance.

"Has Jinlingshan's turtle shown up yet?!"

The Du Jiang child was still not satisfied, his bloodthirsty pupils wide open, shouting loudly in all directions.

He seemed to know everything!

"Indeed..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself from eight or nine hundred meters away.

The intelligence lockdown of the Qiyu Sect was as full of holes as a sieve.

Completely unreliable, very different from battles with the Xianmen Sect, where one needed to guard against foes within and without, and this was also why he was so cautious and careful.

"But, what does it matter if you know?"

"You're still going to die."

Between the eyebrows,

faint blue magnetic runes flickered slightly.

An Azure Flying Sword slowly emerged from there, spreading terrifying Sword Intent in all directions.

Everyone's Divine Soul couldn't help but stiffen.

Looking in this direction.

At the same time, disrupted by the Sword Intent, a youth in blue clothes revealed his figure, his expression indifferent.

"Go!"

Boom!

With electromagnetic acceleration, a huge explosion occurred in the spot he had been standing, and the Azure Flying Sword's speed accelerated to a terrifying extent, disappearing from everyone's Divine Sense range.

"Not good!"

The bloodlust and madness disappeared from the Du Jiang child's eyes, instantly replaced by clarity, and an immense fear surged up, overwhelming and drowning him.

"Bai Jiang Refined Corpse Formation!"

He shouted loudly.

The hundred iron-armored zombies circling around him roared, each spewing out dense poison fog, forming layer upon layer of pitch-black shields around his body, capable of melting metal and dissolving bones.

Sufficient to withstand multiple attacks from foundation-building cultivators without damage!

Whoosh!

The azure sword-shadow flashed past, instantly piercing through the thick poison fog.

A premium defensive bone shield appeared in front of him, emitting a chilling Yin energy, its defense strong enough to withstand a full-force strike from a foundation-building cultivator, having been tested numerous times within the sect.

Whoosh!

A large hole appeared in the bone shield, clear from front to back, unaffected by even the slightest change in speed.

"Senior Brother, save me!"

The forewarning in his Divine Soul, bone-chilling like a battle cry, became reality as the corpse child screamed in horror, filled with immense regret.

He shouldn't have exposed himself so recklessly!

Roar!

With a low growl, the green poison zombie's figure blurred, and at the moment its fragile shield, more delicate than an eggshell, was severed by the sword's tip, and just before it could pierce the corpse child's skull, it exchanged places with him.

"Was that short-range space teleportation? Quite skilled."

Jiang Ding was slightly surprised.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword showed no sign of turning, entering the forehead of what appeared to be the green poison zombie, cracking it open like a watermelon and piercing the core where massive amounts of corpse energy and Spiritual Power converged.

The sword flew out with a crisp sound, its speed unchanged.

Roar, roar!

Behind him, the ferocious and tenacious green poison zombie roared a few times before crashing to the ground, its Spiritual Light completely dimmed.

Pfft!

"This is impossible!"

At the moment of the green poison zombie's death, the corpse child spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath frail as a thread.

He screamed in disbelief, "This is a Second Order Life Zombie! Not even a foundation-building cultivator could slay it!!"

This person is indeed a Level 8 Qi Practitioner!

There's no justice in this!

Little did he know that to others, his green poison zombie and hundred corpse poison guards were just as incomprehensible.

Whoosh!

No one answered his words, as the Taiqing Flying Sword arrived in an instant, its pale blue Sword Qi filling his sight.

"Hua Xuezi! Bai Gui Zi! How dare you..."

The corpse child's eyes were about to split with fury.

Screech!

At that moment, Jiang Ding saw groups of Bai Gui with a single horn on their foreheads appearing in the distance.

They opened their grisly mouths and screamed in unison, their sound waves converging into a dazzling and transparent ripple, shooting towards his head.

Moreover, a blood-colored long knife with a sky-filling aura appeared, its blade etched with threads of blood, each strand moaning with the souls of blood ghosts, issuing piercing screams that interfered with the Divine Soul.

It had been charged up for a long time and was now slashing towards the Taiqing Flying Sword.

"Fortunately..."

Relief filled the corpse child's eyes, glad that he hadn't been stubborn and had waited for everyone to gather before launching a collective attack.

"Hua Xue Magical Blade?"

Jiang Ding responded calmly, as if he had always known the other party was there.

"All flash, no substance."

"A knife only needs to be purely sharp and fast. Why add so many magics? Are you planning to sing while fighting?"

Ding!

Between the clash of knife and sword, a large amount of Spiritual Light collapsed, and the piercing sound almost shattered the eardrums of the nearby Qi Practitioners.

There was no notion of a stalemate.

The embryo of the Hua Xue Magical Blade suddenly dimmed, a deep crack forming at its blade, flying back at a speed faster than its arrival, nearly destroyed.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword paid it no attention and, in an instant, without any obstruction left, bypassed the corpse child's neck, and his head flew off, with a fountain of blood gushing out.

"No, my grandfather is Patriarch Du Jiang, he will not let you go..."

The puffy head being thrown still had an incredible life force and continued to move its mouth.

Boom!

Immediately triggering the fine Sword Qi left in the head, it exploded in a flash, turning his head into fragments as thin as matchsticks.

There was no trace of life left.

Jiang Ding performed the Magnetic Levitation Flight Technique, his figure surging forward, dodging the sharp ripple released by the Bai Gui sound wave, moving too fast for it to follow, and looked toward the direction of the collapsing Hua Xue Magical Blade.

"Ah!"

A cry of agony came from the distance, where an icy youth in a blood robe emerged, spewing a mouthful of blood, his aura plummeting as he screamed in horror and anger.

"How dare you ruin my Hua Xue Magical Blade! I will flay you, skin you, draw out your soul and refine your spirit..."

"I am different; I just want your head."

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword's azure light flashed, shooting toward the head of the blood-robed youth, whose eyes bulged in horror.