Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

A grey-blue Escaping Light tore through the void.

It was extremely rare to see its form completely unobscured.

Clearly employing the classic second-order top-tier spell from the Xianmen Sect, "Minor Magnet Light Escape Art," it radiated a sharp aura, which vaguely took the shape of a sword.

Behind it, 360 Air-Space Warplanes roared past, leaving trails of white, and despite forming a third-rank Military Formation, they were still much slower than the grey-blue Escaping Light ahead.

Several times the grey-blue Escaping Light pulled ahead by more than ten kilometers.

Then thinking it over, worried that they might be killed, it returned.

"Dari Swordsman, don't be anxious,"

Liu Mei couldn't help but say, "This is a Small World of the Xianmen Sect; he absolutely cannot escape. A Golden Pill Monk has no Seizing ability, losing his body means he's weakening every second, time is on our side."

"I understand."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and calmed down somewhat.

A chase and an escape,

A chase and an escape.

No matter how the Elder Yingpao's Divine Soul and Golden Pill tried to hide, diving into rivers, burrowing into the soil, hiding within Natural Confusion Arrays, or taking refuge inside Monsters... they were quickly locked onto by the Array Spirit from the Steel Floating Island in Canghai, with nowhere to hide.

Then, the Air-Space Warplanes from behind caught up again, continuing the chase.

Several days passed.

The two sides chased each other for over a hundred thousand li, passing Daoist Soldier Schools along the way. The dense formations of Air-Space Warplanes created panic, with many a Golden Pill Monk volunteering to serve, only to be rejected.

"Heaven wants to destroy me!"

The Elder Yingpao wore a look of despair.

The thumb-sized Divine Soul had become nearly transparent after several days of depletion, while the sitting Golden Pill was dark and lackluster, with numerous fine web-like cracks appearing, on the brink of collapse.

All of a sudden,

Ahead, a battle scene unfolded within the scope of Divine Sense, where an Air-Space Camp was besieging a Daoist Soldier School.

"Xu's..."

A sliver of hope emerged in Elder Yingpao's heart.

...

Chenshui Sect.

This was also a Daoist Soldier School, affected by the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's conspiracy targeting the entire Canghai Small World, with the sect's leader, Immortal Shenshi, also joining the rebellion.

The Private University Elderly College took up the task to boost their ranking in Xianmen Sect's internal public affairs.

But on the battlefield,

Air-Space Warplanes crossed paths, missile after missile with white trails fired, swarming their targets. A thick-eyebrowed cultivator wielded a heavy drop-shaped artifact to smash through the hunter missiles.

The explosions around him barely disturbed the house-sized drop-shaped artifact.

The presence of an Early stage Golden Elixir Cultivator spread out quickly, breaking into the twenty-kilometer radius of the Air-Space Warplane flock.

Many cultivators from the Elderly College were terrified, revealing expressions of horror.

"Young master!"

"Useless, all useless!"

Xu Jianian's face was very ugly, gloomy to the extreme, "A mere third-rank Army Formation, you are all in your forties and fifties, old men and women past your prime, yet you can't even handle this simple formation properly, it's inconsistent and embarrassing!"

"Young master, this is a Golden Pill Monk!"

Someone let out a terrified scream.

The unspoken implication was clear to all.

If you keep complaining,

Even you will die here!

"Hmph! The glory of the Xu and Wang surnames has been tarnished by you all."

Xu Jianian snorted coldly as he threw out a shimmering Golden Armor Marionette and, with a shout, pounced forward. His body gleamed brightly as he punched towards the thick-eyebrowed Golden Pill Monk's drop-shaped artifact to stop it.

"A Golden Core Marionette driven by multiple top-grade spirit stones!"

The complexion of Immortal Shenshi changed as he had to stop his advance, getting entangled with the marionette. The house-sized drop-shaped artifact slammed downward, occasionally emitting sharp lines of water to entangle.

Missiles continued to strike, but since they were sporadic, he easily blasted them away without much concern.

Xu Jianian, leading the main formation, looked increasingly troubled.

He felt like he was commanding a bunch of idiots and morons!

It was nothing like the smoothness of commanding during the College Entrance Exam, where every intention, once ordered, was fulfilled efficiently and flexibly by his troops, who would pile on without regard to casualties to secure victory if necessary.

But now, these people were not only incredibly stupid but also cowardly.

"Too rigid."

Soon, Immortal Shenshi identified the marionette's weakness.

Lacking the control of a Golden Pill Monk's Divine Sense, it moved stiffly, fighting according to a fixed set of rules. Once familiar, it was easy to turn the tide.

"Bind, drop, entangle!"

Mana surged from Immortal Shenshi, and his life-bound drop-shaped artifact transformed into water threads that bound the Golden Armored Giant. The whole drop smashed into the giant's chest and bulged tremendously, enveloping it.

"Roar! Roar roar!"

The Golden Armored Giant bellowed and struggled fiercely, with brilliant gold light bursting forth, but it seemed trapped like an insect in amber, unable to exert any force.

"You Demon School youngsters, courting death!"

Immortal Shenshi paid the marionette no more mind, revealing a cold smile.

He unleashed a Supreme Magic Tool, a water spear, that pierced through the riddled third-rank Military Formation in an instant and destroyed the center of the formation.

"Pu!"

The sudden breach caused a terrible backlash for the foundation-building cultivators of the Elderly College. They vomited blood, their meridians throbbed painfully, and in fear, they quickly maneuvered their Air-Space Warplanes to flee.

They dared not go too far, fearing punishment, and looked expectantly at Xu Jianian, the scion of the Nascent Soul lineage, for his trump card.

"Damn natives!"

"And you trash deserve to die too!"

Xu Jianian cursed furiously.

Despite cursing freely, he was overwhelmed with fear under the Golden Pill Deterrence and took out a flickering grey Talisman to crush, calling forth a grey protective shield around him.

A mere Mid-stage Foundation Building level.

Even as a True Disciple of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace at this level, facing a Golden Pill Monk was certain death!

Whoosh!

The Supreme magic water spear arrived in an instant, becoming incredibly deadly in the hands of a Golden Pill Monk. It thunderously penetrated the grey shield, and the handsome youth was sent flying, his face ashen, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood.

"A Golden Pill Talisman that a minor cultivator can use instantly? You must have come from a high-ranking background in the Eastern Devil School,"

Immortal Shenshi showed a look of hatred and said coldly, "Because of this, you deserve to die even more! The Xianmen Sect will remember my merits and take me through breaking the domain to ascend..."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

From the horizon came the sound of numerous Air-Space Warplanes breaking through the sky, dense and numerous, three hundred and sixty in all, the formations precise and efficient, with ten terrifying Golden Pill auras sweeping across the sky.

"No!"

"Didn't the Xianmen Sect say that the power of the Eastern Devil School was all tied up?!"

Immortal Shenshi's chilling speech was cut off as he roared angrily, his heart turning icy cold.

But he was a cultivator with an extremely rich experience in battle. In an instant, he judged that retreating to the Sect's grand array was useless. He decisively bit the tip of his tongue, burned his Essence Blood, and turned into an invisible Escaping Light that struck towards Xu Jianian.

"If I capture you, this old man still has a chance..."

Xu Jianian shot him a cold gaze, about to take action when his expression froze.

Clang!

A familiar yet strange sound of sword ringing spread, suffused with both the aura of Breaking Law and Elimination Method. The Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth stagnated for miles around.

An Azure Flying Sword emerged from the void, its blade interwoven with golden patterns, majestically slashing towards the leader of the Golden Pill Monks.

"Is this..."

Immortal Shenshi's Divine Soul trembled, fear rising in his heart as he clearly sensed a life-and-death crisis.

He quickly burned his Essence Blood and a massive amount of Mana flowed into his Supreme Magic Tool, a water spear, carrying a desperate and tragic air as it struck towards the interlaced blue-gold radiance of the incoming Flying Sword.

Crack!

The watery spear broke with a crisp sound, smooth at the break, then in the fear-filled gaze of Immortal Shenshi, it sliced through his arm, cut across his chest, broke through the layered Chenshui protective shields, and finally stopped upon reaching his spine.

"Post-golden Alchemist!"

Immortal Shenshi screamed, once again burning Essence Blood, and abandoned half of his body. He turned into a fleeing red and blue light mixed with blood, desperately trying to escape.

On the spot, the figure of a youth in blue clothes became visible, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Even with a surprise attack, I still couldn't kill a Golden Pill Monk in one strike."

Jiang Ding sighed lightly.

Without even glancing at Immortal Shenshi, who was fleeing for his life, his gaze settled on Xu Jianian, whom he hadn't seen for many years. His Sword Intent and Divine Sense scanned him unceremoniously.

"I don't need your help, and I won't have any problems,"

Xu Jianian instantly recognized the youth in blue who hadn't changed in over a decade and said coldly.

"You have two storage rings."

"One ordinary, which can only hold inanimate objects, the other can hold living creatures like Spirit Beasts."

Jiang Ding ignored his words and stated flatly, "Hand over the storage ring that can hold living creatures, I need to inspect it."

"What? You want to rob me?"

Xu Jianian was taken aback.

"Ding!"

"Jiang Ding, Group Leader of the First Temporal Air-Space Journey's First Reconnaissance Team, suspects you are harboring an Outer Realm Diabolism Cultivator and commands you to comply with his military orders,"

the voice of the Array Spirit sounded, clearly reaching the ears of Xu Jianian.

Yes, Jiang Ding had been promoted once again. From the moment ten Air-Space Camps joined forces and the command system was interconnected, forming a new structure, it was the case.

Although still one person.

"An order? Ridiculous!"

Xu Jianian's face flashed with surprise, as if he had been greatly insulted, and angrily said, "I'm not your subordinate, why should I take orders from you?"

"What's your assignment?"

Jiang Ding asked again.

"The Seventeenth Temporary Camp of the First Temporal Air-Space Journey."

Xu Jianian looked at his own military designation, read it out subconsciously, and his face changed abruptly.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword resonated intensely, its formidable Sword Intent spread across an area of ten kilometers, suppressing and locking onto every hostile Divine Soul.

Xu Jianian, including the other Foundation-building Cultivators from the Yuanlao Academy who wanted to come to their Young Master's aid, all stiffened, caught in endless panic, unable to move an inch.

"Are you refusing military orders on the battlefield?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

Refusing military orders on the battlefield.

A capital offense.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, instinctively sensing the glinting cold murderous intent.

"You dare..."

Xu Jianian's gaze turned icy, pausing after each word, "I am the direct grandson of a Nascent Soul Cultivator!"

"A mere direct grandson of a Nascent Soul Cultivator,"

Jiang Ding scoffed and said earnestly, "Listen well, I am a student of an Overlord-level Forces of the Domain, the Xianmen Sect, and the direct grandson of a mere Nascent Soul force should bow before me as an ant."

"Do you understand?"

"..."

Xu Jianian was silent for a long time.

Clang!

The Taiqing Sword vibrated, emitting cold killing intent, growing slightly impatient.

"Fine, very well,"

feeling the clear and definite intent to kill, Xu Jianian's heart shivered, and after a moment of contemplation, he scoffed coldly and threw one of his storage rings away. His gaze was filled with unabated iciness.

Jiang Ding paid him no attention.

HIs Sword Intent flowed in, easily breaking through the Divine Sense Brand inside the storage ring, and he found a pitch-black jade box before tossing the ring back.

"This isn't mine!"

"You're framing me!"

Xu Jianian's face turned pale, sensing what was to come.

Crack!

The black box was opened, revealing its contents.

A grayish-black Golden Pill, cracked all over, and an almost transparent Divine Soul, no longer possessing any strength, could only stare resentfully at the youth in blue in front of it.