In the endless shattered starry sky, Jiang Ding gently stroked the wound on his cheek.
Within that shallow wound lingered a thread of will, mana, vital blood, and crystallized Strength Order power left behind after the Ancient Imperial Prince Ming Tian had burned everything he possessed. The instant it touched an unfamiliar force, it frantically devoured the surrounding flesh.
This was precisely why wounds inflicted in battles between cultivators were difficult to heal. They were not merely simple cuts.
Unfortunately, the moment those foreign forces entered Jiang Ding's body, countless strands of Sword Qi pounced upon them. They contained the Six Paths of Order and the Great Sun Destruction Sword Intent, and between the Sword Qi, a hazy world seemed to be faintly born.
Like a tidal wave, the Sword Qi extinguished the lingering aftershock of the Ancient Imperial Prince Ming Tian's final strike.
A stream of blackish-brown foul blood flowed down Jiang Ding's cheek and fell into the starry sky, melting away a stretch of space. Within it, the Strength Order and Six Paths of Order continued to slaughter each other, unleashing destruction fiercer than an exploding powder magazine, comparable to Peak Deity Transformation cultivators fighting for their lives.
The higher a cultivator's realm, the less human they became.
Even spell cultivators and sword cultivators, said to possess weak bodies, were no exception. Their flesh might be frail, but the mana and sword intent flowing through their meridians were anything but.
Once those foreign powers had been expelled, the wound on Jiang Ding's face healed instantly.
The process of expelling foreign forces from his body and healing his injury took only an instant. The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword folded back and returned to the black sword sheath at Jiang Ding's waist.
"Ming Tian was a true hero."
Jiang Ding's