Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"Are there any disciples who wish to pluck the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit left by our ancestor master?"

Cultivator Baimei asked again.

Many Foundation-building cultivators turned their eyes to the youth in blue clothes below the main seat.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward first.

Even though it represented a hope of forming a Golden Core.

"Senior Brother, let me have it."

Jiang Ding stood up and walked onto the platform, asking Cultivator Baimei.

"This..."

Cultivator Baimei hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head and flipped his hand, taking out a golden and shiny fruit.

Made entirely of pure gold, the size of a fist, and with nine apertures, its mere appearance released an immensely strong, masculine, and upright aura.

Princess Chiyuan and General Moyu showed signs of greed.

This fruit was comparable to a Human Golden Core Cultivator's Golden Pill!

What's more precious was that it bore no traces of Soul or Mana branding peculiar to the Inner Core of Human Golden Pill Monks, making it fully absorbable. Moreover, the resilience of the Monster's meridians far outstripped that of humans, allowing for the absorption of even more medicinal power.

By at least one and a half percent!

It at least added a one and a half percent chance of becoming a King amongst monsters!

Additionally, with the right bloodline and talents, there might even be a fifty percent chance of becoming a King, far surpassing anyone else.

"Nine Apertures Golden Fruit!"

Lei Linghe, Zhou Kunlong, and other Foundation-building cultivators suddenly had a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes, ready to move.

If encountered in the wild, they feared that even Golden Pill Monks would dare to attempt to besiege it.

Concepts of life and death, of disparities, were all ignored.

Even King Kong Que and King Chiyan were tempted.

The instincts of their Monster Race clearly told them that consuming this fruit would be greatly beneficial to their cultivation.

A Nine Apertures Golden Fruit traced an arcing line.

The avid gazes of many Foundation-building cultivators followed it relentlessly until they watched it land in a palm, to be taken away.

Their eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

Murder filled the air, and the Sect Main Hall became icy cold.

"This item belongs to me,"

Jiang Ding surveyed the surroundings, declaring calmly, "Only in my hands can it be used to its fullest to restore our Sect. Does anyone object?"

His gaze swept around,

and all the cultivators bowed their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

After a silent moment,

someone inevitably felt discontent.

Encouraged by some promises, a bearded man flew onto the stage, a cultivator at the Early Stage of Foundation Building, cupping his fists: "Junior Disciple Uncle, I seek guidance. Please show mercy."

Jiang Ding's brow furrowed.

The bearded cultivator on the other side was sweating profusely, his actions all awry, filled with regret.

"A contest..."

"Is too childish."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself, somewhat displeased.

A light blue Sword Qi flew from his fingertips, blazingly aiming towards the Early Stage Foundation Building cultivator opposite him.

"Hundred Bird Technique!"

The bearded man's scalp exploded with alarm; he began forming a Mana Technique and numerous red dots appeared, morphing into a hundred distinct birds, vivid and lifelike, with sharp red beaks, chirping as they dove towards the light blue Sword Qi.

Almost simultaneously, he upheld a Supreme Magic Tool fire shield, with flames several feet thick, capable of melting gold and iron, completely shielding him as he stared intently ahead.

Whoosh!

The Light Blue Sword Qi effortlessly pierced through the energy node of the Hundred Bird Technique, causing the birds to scatter instantly, and a Supreme Magic Tool fire bead was knocked away, its Spiritual Light dimming significantly.

"The design of your magic is acceptable,"

Jiang Ding commented indifferently.

"But it's not concealed well enough, and the magic is too weak. You might consider learning some Formation Method."

Whoosh!

The Light Blue Sword Qi didn't slow down at all, circling the edge of the fire shield, tearing through the layers of fiery barriers, and hovering at the bearded cultivator's forehead.

"Thank you, Junior Disciple Uncle, for your mercy!"

The bearded cultivator cupped his fists in a salute, his back cold, and he hurried down from the platform.

Many Foundation-building cultivators watched intently, putting themselves in his place for a moment, swallowing nervously.

No matter how he dodged, it was always a fatal blow at the end, with no other possibility.

"Father, it was this move that slew Hei Bao,"

General Moyu said hatefully, "This must be a bout of Xiantian's Sword Qi that he has been nurturing for who knows how many years. It can penetrate anything and is far stronger than any foundation-building cultivator I've encountered before, regardless of their stage within the foundation building."

"We must find an opportunity to devour this Sword Qi and destroy his Dao Foundation."

Peacock Demon Kong Que's gaze was deep, and he didn't respond to his words.

"Yuan'er, this is the talented cultivator of the human race that I've told you about before,"

King Chiyan said to his daughter, Princess Chiyan, "Our demon race, below the Golden Pill, before the human race has forged their own Life Treasures, can often have a great advantage in battles of the same stage and could possibly slay them in a short time, but this does not include some exceptionally talented cultivators among countless humans."

"Not only is their strength within the same stage formidable, but what's even more terrifying is that their potential to advance to the next stage far exceeds that of other human cultivators, with a shorter growth period compared to us monsters."

"Once such individuals are discovered, it is best to suppress and kill them with an overwhelming realm advantage. If it is not possible to overpower them with realm, then we must surround and kill them with a force many times larger."

"Of course, if we can use the natural magical abilities of our fox tribe to capture them, that would be best,"

she added.

"The daughter understands."

Princess Chiyuan looked at the young man on the combat stage with fervent eyes.

The easy retreat of the bearded cultivator did not cause the many foundation-building cultivators below the stage to shrink back.

Instead, their eyes lit up.

"Junior Martial Uncle, disciple Liu Dayou, still..."

Another skinny early-stage foundation-building cultivator stepped onto the combat stage and said respectfully.

Shoo!

A light blue Sword Qi fell down.

Before he could finish his sentence, it struck him, shattering the shield that had just appeared, and a massive force hit him, smashing him into the ground, covered in dust.

"...To receive some guidance."

The skinny cultivator's face turned red and he fled in a gray streak, hiding himself in the crowd.

Without a moment's rest, another person jumped up, a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator, who saluted with a fist, "Junior Martial Uncle, disciple..."

Shoo!

Light blue Sword Qi fell down, slashing through a pre-emptively opened Supreme Magic Tool, a white jade Ruyi for defense, along with the figure inside it; the shield exploded, the magic tool's Radiating light faded as it fell, and the person fell to the ground.

Clang!

A sword cry echoed all around, causing another foundation-building cultivator who was about to take the stage to stiffen his steps and stop.

"A war of attrition is not out of the question,"

Jiang Ding said calmly, "But, it takes too much time, which I dislike."

"Everyone, please watch my this sword."

With a flick of his finger, mana surged into it, a light blue Sword Qi appeared, then a second, and a third... multiplying quickly, entwining and weaving, with mysterious Formation Method patterns faintly flashing through them.

In the span of a moment,

a radiant blue Sword Lotus took shape between his fingers, with a total of twenty-seven petals, sharp around the edges, constantly revolving, with a faint mist spreading throughout.

Twenty-seven—this was exactly the number of foundation-building cultivators eligible to contend for the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit.

"This is..."

Many foundation-building cultivators below the combat stage trembled in their divine souls, sharing a common premonition.

A cold gaze had locked onto them!

Including Zhou Kunlong and other Foundation-building Peak Cultivators, under the sense of alarm, they triggered all their mana, with various shields, Ruyis, round mirrors, and other artifacts Radiating light flickering, enlarged before them.

"Go!"

Jiang Ding pointed casually.

Shoo!

The Sword Lotus kept revolving, turning into a deep blue light that fell among them. There were also many Flying Swords, needles, Flames, and other magic and artifacts that sought to obstruct it, but they all were pierced through, their Spiritual Light collapsing.

Shoo shoo shoo!

The rotating Sword Lotus paused, and twenty-seven terrifying, light blue Sword Qi shot in all directions, striking with nimbleness, each targeting an opponent, shooting out toward them.

Boom!

Boom, crash!

The sounds of magic exploding, artifacts falling, bodies hitting the ground, screams, all mixed together, deafening and chaotic, and yet it all happened in an instant.

After a short while,

the dust settled, and calm returned to the spot, leaving only the sound of breathing.

General Moyu and Princess Chiyuan felt a chill in their hearts.

All around, foundation-building cultivators lay on the ground unmoving, their artifacts' Spiritual Light dimmed beside them, leaving only Lei Linghe and Zhou Kunlong, two Foundation-building Peak Cultivators, standing in a sorry state on the spot.