Boom!
Amid the explosion, the Flame Spiritual Light scattered. A Blood Robe Daoist coughed up blood and staggered backward, wounded by the attack.
"A quasi-Emperor? Nothing more than this!"
Jiang Ding shouted low.
His voice shook heaven and earth. He utterly ignored the blood at the corner of his mouth and the injuries within his body, as if he had gone mad.
No, perhaps this was not madness.
Rather, the instincts of a Sword Dao Cultivator were awakening!
In the course of battling and slaughtering a quasi-Emperor, his spirit and Sword Intent were nearly boiling over, his excitement reaching its peak. The peak of the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao, stagnant for hundreds of years, unexpectedly began to show fresh inspiration and insights at this very moment, as though something was about to be born.
This feeling was intoxicating. It drove one mad.
In this state, it felt as though his strength could rise without end. He completely disregarded every danger and every enemy.
Yet his mind grew ever calmer—not calmly considering whether he would live or die, but pouring all his Spirit Calculation Power into thinking about how to kill with calm precision!
Jiang Ding felt a flicker of alarm.
In this state, he seemed to understand why True Monarch Xufang, True Monarch Lieyang, and other sword cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Sect who had begun to resemble Great Sun Sword Cultivators would actively seek death, forcibly turning a peacekeeping battle into a bloody war with a casualty rate nearing fifty percent.
It was simply because such bloody battles balanced between life and death were too addictive for sword cultivators!
"Roar!"
As he pondered, the Flame Giant that had been cleaved apart began to revive under the operation of quasi-Emperor-grade Array Patterns. It started recklessly drawing upon earth-vein