The Blood River spanned heaven and earth,
Eleven kings coughed blood and were sent flying, their tendons and bones shattered!
Beneath the Blood River, a Blood Robe Daoist watched quietly, as though some instinct had awakened.
"So this is how body cultivators fight?"
Jiang Ding suddenly understood.
Using softness to overcome hardness, continuously wearing down their strength before cutting them down with a single sword—this was the classic method sword cultivators used against powerful body cultivators within a realm. It was not that there was no way to deal with them.
"In the end, it is still unpleasant."
"How can I be the one in the soft position..."
Jiang Ding shook his head.
He looked toward the eleven kings, who had tumbled and crashed through the void, smashing black holes into it one after another.
They looked utterly miserable. Many had broken tendons and bones, were coughing blood by the mouthful, and had mangled flesh all over their bodies, as though they were on their last legs.
Yet this was an illusion.
As body cultivators, their most formidable asset was their physique, and they possessed powerful self-healing abilities. These injuries were rapidly recovering.
Before a flying sword's edge truly cut into their bodies and injected Sword Qi and sword intent into their wounds, no matter how terrifying the injuries appeared, they could not be counted as battle results.
"Sword technique!"
"A sword technique of the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao!"
Then, amid the terrified and bewildered gazes of the kings, King Overlord Saber suddenly shouted, "A sword technique of the human race! You obtained the sword technique inheritance of the Ancient God Dao!"
"Ancient God Dao?"
Jiang Ding froze.
This king of the Horned Demon Tribe seemed to know something. He had achieved a certain level in cold weapons, seemingly