Jiang Ding's brows deeply furrowed.
Great Sun Sword Pavilion, as the strongest and most brutal enemy Xianmen Sect had encountered in recent times, had killed countless Fairy Gate citizens, piling up enough bones and corpses to cover an entire planet.
Yet many old predecessors who had formed deep-blooded feuds were still alive.
Bearing the title "Dari Swordsman" might attract hostility.
But nicknames, the more you oppose them, the more certain unscrupulous people take delight in using them.
"Let's peacefully grow as the Dari Swordsman..."
"Golden Knife Formation! Go!"
But this little fatty was very cunning, suddenly attacking while he was still speaking.
Spiritual energy from heaven and earth fluctuated, suddenly condensing around Jiang Ding into thirty-six palm-sized golden knives, interconnected by a formation system, howling as they slashed towards the center.
If hit, it would be difficult to keep a piece of flesh larger than a finger intact on a well-put-together person.
"Heavenly Gold Spiritual Root."
Jiang Ding glanced at the fatty with a bit of surprise.
In the sensory sea of Heaven and Human Unity, at least thirty percent of the gold attribute spiritual energy particles were attracted to this person, enhancing his gold attribute magic's power by at least thirty percent, three times his own.
The tactical choice was also very sound; compared to his attack power, his defense was as fragile as paper.
The moment the gold attribute spiritual energy particles showed any abnormality, the Azure Flying Sword sensed it and pierced through the thirty-six golden knife formation a short distance from its fall, causing one third of the formation to collapse.
After criss-crossing back and forth a few times, the entire formation was completely shattered before it could even transform and increase in value to a true second-order formation.
"Gold Sword Technique!"
For a while, Jiang Ding's area became a sea of gold attribute magic—now golden knives, now golden arrows, and later golden halberds and hammers—it was an eye-opening display, as if entering an ocean of gold attribute magic, with the clink-clank sounds ceaseless to the ear.
The barrage lasted a full ten minutes or more without stopping.
Many Fairy Gate citizens watching the live broadcast speculated whether there was even a shred of flesh and blood left.
"Fuck! I'm not fighting anymore!"
"So what if you're the Dari Swordsman, huh? I'm not moving anymore, do whatever you want to me."
Ou Daocheng panted heavily, cursed loudly, and stopped casting offensive magic.
Maintaining an external second-order Primordial Magnetic Big Array, in addition to casting near-second-order attack formation magic, after such a prolonged barraging, even he, with his Heavenly Gold Spiritual Root cultivated in a 'law'-level Cultivation Method, couldn't bear it.
The last piece of Gold Needle magic was horizontally slashed by a sword, revealing the figure of the youth in blue clothes, his complexion looking very unpleasant.
I told you not to call me Dari Swordsman, not to call me Dari Swordsman!
And still you persist, growing even more vigorous in your shouting, aren't you?
"Your Artifact embryo formation only has twelve pieces, and the materials are not as good as Xu Jianian!"
Jiang Ding coldly stated.
A clear ring of a sword echoed in the ears.
Subsequently, a huge Azure ancient tree burst forth from the ground and soared into the sky; as its branches and leaves trembled, an aura of destruction and the dreadful atmosphere of the law's end pervaded heaven and earth.
The sword-light was so fast it was almost invisible, slashing directly with the majestic presence unique to sword cultivators, embedding the terrifying sword qi of destruction deep into the divine soul.
"Sword Intent, this out-of-grade monstrosity!"
The little fatty Ou Daocheng cursed angrily as his keen divine soul trembled uncontrollably, informing him of the impending death he was about to face.
"Twelve Yuan Magnetic Star Array!"
He roared as twelve Primordial Magnet Little Mountains around him shone brightly, swelling into peaks over ten meters tall, dense with second-order array patterns, as murky Light of Yuanmagnet became tangible.
In the Extra-terrestrial Immortal Sect, there was a legacy known as Yuan Magnetic Divine Light!
It specialized in overcoming metallic artifacts like Flying Swords and needles; a sweep of the light could cause a swath of Flying Swords to fall.
Although his Light of Yuanmagnet was not yet at the level of divine light, he was confident it could even trap the Flying Swords of a dozen or so foundation-building cultivators for a moment!
The hazy light of Yuanmagnet was pierced in an instant under the Sword Intent of Destruction!
The ubiquitous force of Yuanmagnet's repulsion and attraction didn't cause the sword to deviate at all, circling around the massive Yuanmagnet mountains and piercing through Ou Daocheng's forehead.
"Such a treacherous person."
Jiang Ding glanced at the tiny gold needle almost piercing into his eye, which then suddenly dissipated.
Not only that, in the distance, the spiritual light on the twelve small Yuanmagnet mountains went out simultaneously, shrinking back to the size of fists, and like their masters' corpses, they fell, splashing into the water one after another.
"Truly worthy of being a Dari Swordsman!"
Inside the Tai Xu Illusion Square, someone sighed, "When it comes to proficiency in melee combat, Xianmen has yet to catch up to them."
"Sword Intent, this sort of specialized structure of the Divine Soul, is completely unreasonable."
Seeing someone badmouthing a classmate of his own class, Hua Bing, as class representative, immediately felt a sense of responsibility, and retorted, "You are wrong, the emergence of Jiang Ding signifies that Xianmen's exploration in this area is deepening, and it may even surpass the now-destroyed Great Sun Sword Pavilion in the future."
"That's difficult. The sword is something that requires dedication, an absolute passion. Xianmen has always regarded melee weapons merely as a hobby for cultivating one's sentiments, which makes it tough to reach such a level."
"Just look at that guy…"
This person looked as though he scored high on cultural tests, pursing his lips, "From the moment he appeared, he's never left his sword for an instant; he has the makings of a true sword fanatic."
Xiandu, Dinghai town, distant hail.
"I've seen plenty of these sword fanatics."
The blond-haired man sneered, "I bet that this person has had a special fondness for swords since he was a child. If he had been born inside any minor realm of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, even without a Spiritual Root, he would have risen quickly."
"Senior, don't harbor that unfounded hostility anymore!"
"It must be an actual citizen of Xianmen. No old freak would be so foolish as to expose themselves to the scrutiny of so many cultivators."
Immortal Dinghai spoke listlessly.
The investigation results from the Central Array Spirit Computer had come out, clearly informing the two that this was indeed a citizen of Xianmen.
Blondie remained silent.
"Senior, maybe we could consider it this way."
Immortal Dinghai thought for a moment and said, "Among the outer realm Immortal Sects there's a concept of Destiny, like the Destiny of Immortal Path for a place, the Destiny of Sword Dao for another. Perhaps it's because we destroyed the Great Sun Sword Pavilion that the Sword Dao destiny now belongs to our Xianmen."
"All these are confused doctrines of fortune-tellers, which exist in the Cultivation World amidst many unknowns, with many cultivators forcibly attaching explanations. You shouldn't heed such superstitions."
The blond-haired man shook his head.
"Even the superstitions from the feudal era of Xianmen could temporarily answer some questions back then."
Immortal Dinghai suddenly brightened up, pointing to the screen, "Here it comes, right? Is this also a coincidence?"
An azure sword-light slashed through, carrying the meaning of annihilating everything, and a square-faced youth spat blood onto the sea surface.
"Your name is Xu Si?"
Jiang Ding asked, very interested.
The reason he didn't kill him at first sight was that the square-faced youth had also touched upon the edge of Sword Intent, and traces of Yin Attribute Will appeared between the flights of his Flying Sword, freezing the Divine Soul.
Of course, it was weak.
In terms of combat power, he was far inferior to Nascent Soul true disciples like Xu Jianian and Ou Daocheng. He had made it into the top ten only due to good luck, and he was likely to fall soon.
"Thank you for the guidance!"
Xu Si said with gratitude all over his face.
He was not worthy of withstanding a strike of Sword Intent.
Honestly facing a sword from a Sword Dao prodigy, he gained more understanding of his Yin Attribute Sword Intent.
"No need for formalities."
A sword then pierced through his throat.