Slaying a Mid Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator

"Spell cultivator?"

"You took the path of fusing spell cultivation and sword cultivation. Did you think yourself clever, taking the strengths of both and becoming invincible beneath heaven?"

Seeing this, Jiang Ding gave a light laugh.

With the aid of two Infant Treasures, the Jiu Yi Flying Sword could finally stand toe-to-toe with the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword.

If swordsmanship fell short, then pile on power. Pile on more power, until the gap created by swordsmanship was leveled and surpassed!

"Of course."

"This ancestor is a genius seen once in ten thousand years."

True Monarch Yinjiao's expression remained calm, utterly unmoved by his opponent's words. His Dao heart was firm. "Once I kill you, I will use your soul and bones to refine another magic treasure. Once my cultivation advances further, I will leave the Six Paths Sect and establish a force called the Poison Sword Sect."

"One day, the Poison Sword Sect may well surpass the Great Sun Sword Sect and endure through the ages."

He spoke those words coldly, without the slightest hesitation. To massacre billions and betray everyone for this goal was no more than a gentle breeze brushing his face.

"You're not bad. Not bad at all."

"A sword cultivator should be like this—Sword Intent supreme, will the king."

Jiang Ding did not mock him further. Instead, he nodded approvingly. "Where Sword Intent reaches, heaven and earth, all living beings, all things, even time itself can become swords. What are a few magic treasures worth?"

True Monarch Yinjiao was startled.

For some reason, he felt as though he had encountered a kindred spirit, so moved that tears nearly welled up in his eyes.

How many years had it been?

Every time he explained his ideas and his path to friends and fellow cultivators, he told them