Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Xuanwu Four-polar Boundary Array buzzed as it operated.

Array patterns spread out, and amid the emergence and disappearance of runes, it revealed a fierce visage to the enemies who attempted to breach the array.

Within a radius of dozens of kilometers, countless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi converged to form meteorites of flame that fell from the sky, each capable of annihilating a group of Foundation-building cultivators.

Now, these meteorites fell densely upon the advance tank troops without end!

"Fire!"

Countless tank commanders roared.

The tanks spat flames, and trails of white streaked across the sky; the dense group of Armor-piercing Shell Group whooshed toward their target, shielding the main forces with a counterattack.

Boom!

The sound of explosions reverberated, Spiritual Light shattered, fragments of armor-piercing bullets scattered, the heavy meteorites of flame were torn apart, breaking into large chunks before completely dissipating into Spiritual Light.

But there were too many!

As the lead in guiding the troops through the array, Jin Lingfeng tensed her little face, closely watching the clusters of flame meteorites continually falling from the sky.

The ripples around her alone were enough to kill a swath of Qi Practitioners; this was the Golden Core Battlefield.

The group of Armor-piercing Shells continually blasted the flame meteorites into pieces.

Yet under the array, they kept on regenerating endlessly, breaking through barrier after barrier of the shell groups.

Finally, the power of the Armor-piercing Shell Group was insufficient.

The gravel-like meteorites of flame fell; the mountainous pressure bore down on all Qi Practitioners, causing their Mana and Divine Sense to solidify.

They could only watch death approach, helpless to do anything.

"Save us, Grest Sun Swordsman!"

Jin Lingfeng shouted loudly.

Clang!

A sword cry pierced through heaven and earth.

The Blue-Gold Sword-light then appeared, shining brilliantly, infinite Blue-Gold Sword Qi splashed outwards, and the Sword Intent of Destruction locked down, covering a ten-kilometer radius.

Whiz, whiz!

A streak of Blue-Gold Sword Qi pierced through a meteorite of flame, as if thrusting through a piece of fragile tofu. Despite being just a small hole, seemingly insignificant against the mountain-like mass, the meteorite abruptly stopped in midair.

Boom!

After that, the hill-like mass exploded violently; the intense Blue-Gold Sword Qi emanated from within, destroying all the magic structures of the flame meteorites, leaving no foundation for their existence.

One mountain was like this,

so were all the others!

With each streak of Blue-Gold Sword Qi that flew by, the sky within a ten-kilometer range cleared up, without any remnants, allowing the tank battalion to advance unhurriedly.

"Xiang Jia."

Jiang Ding stood atop the Air-Space Warplane, his gaze fixated on the center of the array some forty to fifty kilometers away: "Come out for a talk."

"Grest Sun Swordsman..."

The Xuanwu Substitute Daoist Xiang Jia at the core of the array looked solemnly at the young man in green below the sky.

For a moment, he understood why the Swordsmen of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion in years past dared to use the Taoist disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects as whetstones, relentless until death, like hunting beasts in the forest, incurring the endless enmity of the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

"I'd rather die than come out!"

Xiang Jia made up his mind.

His Divine Sense flowed into the Xuanwu Four Extremes Boundary Array, and with a single thought, he swallowed the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within tens of kilometers, transforming it all into eighteen terrifying Law-Breaking magical Golden Mountains with the aura at the Middle Jindan Stage.

It was as if eighteen Middle Jindan Stage Cultivators were striking simultaneously!

The intense heat of the high temperatures spread, and like the falling Grest Sun, the eighteen Golden Mountains roared down from the sky, with no diversions in their target, relentlessly bombing the target below.

"You don't want to come out?"

"Then you will die instead."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

With a casual point, the blue cannon mouth of the war machine he was on shimmered, ingesting Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi as magnetic patterns intertwined within the ten-kilometer radius flashed by.

Boom!

With a sound like a sky blast, the Blue-Gold Sword-body disappeared, only to reappear beneath the Golden Mountain, where Law-Breaking golden Runes shone brightly, surging upward in confrontation.

Whiz!

With a flash of Sword-light, the first Golden Mountain was pierced through, a huge hole appeared at its base, immobilized.

Moments later, it shattered into Spiritual Light scattering across the sky, setting off a terrible storm in every direction.

The Bluegold sword-body sustained no damage whatsoever.

Its radiance was brilliant, ringing clear and true, stimulated by the pervasive killing intent contained within the Formation Method, its speed surged dramatically.

Once more, it charged towards the golden mountain in the sky!

Boom!

Boom!

...

Amidst terrifying blasts, all eighteen golden mountains shattered, a series of thunderous roars merged into one, scattering Spiritual Light sparks dense in the air, again and again shaking the skies.

In the midst of the fierce winds, a blue-robed young man stood quietly still in the sky.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Millions of armor-piercing bullets were a beat too slow, hitting emptiness, roaring past, leaving behind trails of white streaks.

"Great Sun Swordsman, save some for me!"

Jin Lingfeng's feigned complaint, which was actually more of a boast, triggered waves of cheerful laughter across the military channel, instantly dispelling any lingering worries.

Millions of armor-piercing shells changed direction.

They targeted the core of the Black Tortoise Boundary Array fifty kilometers away, their explosive roars buffered by the Formation shield and a million secondary battle artillery barrages, causing the Spiritual Light to fade slightly.

The Black Tortoise Boundary Array faltered!

"Swordsman, is there really such a huge gulf between me, a waiting Taoist disciple, and you?"

Xiang Jia felt a chill in his heart, pondering retreat.

Remembering the disciples of Xuanwu tiangong,

although they too were at the Peak of Foundation Building, their strength vastly surpassed his own.

After three thousand years,

the Great Sun Swordsman who had reappeared in this Domain was just as formidable, perhaps even more fearsome.

"I refuse to believe that a mere Late Foundation Establishment Cultivator can rival a third-order top Formation Method!"

Xiang Jia grit his teeth, his Mana and Divine Sense surged crazily into the Formation, condensing meteoric fireballs, the Golden Blades carrying green poison, and entwining vines, covering the sky and earth—all attacks of Golden Pill level, directed at the blue-robed young man in the skies.

"What a mess."

Jiang Ding pointed casually.

Beneath him, the top-tier third-order Magnetic Field Spirit Power Gathering Formation of the super Air-Space Warplane stretched for ten kilometers around, violently inhaling Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, its cannon muzzles glowing a faint blue.

Then, it transformed into a tremendous electromagnetic force propelling the Blue-Gold Flying Sword, making it disappear in extreme speed.

Boom!

When the Flying Sword reappeared, it instantly pierced through the core of the Green Poison Golden Blade magic.

With another turn, it sliced through the mountain-sized meteoric fireballs, leaving cuts as smooth as mirrors.

With a slanting thrust, the vines spread over several kilometers shattered.

Spiritual Light scattered across the sky.

No matter the enemy,

No matter the attack, all were merely cleaved by a single sword strike.

And then, vanished like smoke.

"This is the Great Sun Swordsman."

"The young, invincible Domain Overlord of this realm!"

Jin Lingfeng, An Siyan, Jin Chengkong, and other military commanders watched with surging emotions as they led their tank troops swiftly into the range of the Formation, marching as if in the safe confines of Xianmen Sect, unobstructed, quickly making their way towards the core of the Formation, breaking into the thirty-kilometer artillery range.

"Fire!"

In the thirty-kilometer artillery range, millions of tank muzzles roared, and a dense barrage of shells flew towards the sky, obscuring the sun.

"No!"

The elite gunners of Xuanwu who had retreated here cried out in terror, fumbling in panic, many of their misleading magic failing.

Then, along with their cannons, became shards scattered across the sky.

Clang!

In the sky, the Sword Intent of Destruction permeated the air.

A Blue-Gold Flying Sword, dazzling and brilliant, flew amid the sound of air bursts towards Xiang Jia, the substitute Taoist disciple from Xuanwu hidden behind layers of the Formation.