Blood Sun Sword Intent

Jiang Ding silently watched the maidservants slaughter one another and flee, without making a move.

A Nascent Soul True Lord who could still act beneath Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch's Karma Technique, slaughtering all in every direction without being affected?

That would lead many people to unpleasant associations.

Great Sun Sword Sons had appeared in this world before. The first wave of unequal informational advantage had already been lost. High-level cultivators were all old monsters refined by age; one could not hope they would overlook such things, nor rely on luck.

Once exposed,

Whether Jiang Ding would die was uncertain. After all, he had some experience in concealment and also had a way out.

But these maidservants would likely all die. Having drawn the hostility of enemies beyond their level, no amount of proficiency in military formations would be of use.

In the future, he could avenge them and kill their enemies, ensuring they had not died in vain, but that was all.

The dead were dead.

Everything could only depend on themselves.

Great Sun Sword Sect, desolate grasslands.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged within a third-tier high-grade Hidden Formation Array, his mana and divine sense continuously pouring into the Blazing Sun Copper in his hands.

At times he was wildly ecstatic; at times his brows were tightly furrowed; at times he screamed madly like a rabid dog, drawing his sword and cutting wound after wound into his own body. Blood flowed all over the ground, a savage and terrifying sight.

Strands of barely perceptible black-gray qi seeped from the Blazing Sun Copper into his Sea of Consciousness, permeating every corner of his soul and urging some change to occur.

This was already the third year.

At the beginning, everything had been normal. From time to time, he gained insights into the