Rule the Battlefield

A voice came through.

"No support needed."

"He is very important to me, and concerns the growth of my Dao Path. Do not interfere, even if it means death."

Jiang Ding struck back Armor King's fist with one sword, then another, continuously verifying the sword arts he had studied for many years. His voice slowly traveled to the command headquarters of the Northern Front Aerospace Army, landing in the ears of every commander.

His eyes burned a deep crimson. The scorching Killing Intent in his chest churned without rest, accumulated from decades of sword refinement. It seemed to have already calmed, but in truth, it was waiting for the return of a strong opponent's blood, so that he could become cool-headed and rational.

Once that expectation was lost, his killing thoughts could surge severalfold in an instant. It was even possible for heart demons to emerge.

Now, he understood why, throughout history, whenever the battles of a Great Sun Sword Son were interfered with, he would immediately slaughter his own allies.

This was not psychological abnormality.

Rather, this was substantively stealing his cultivation resources, trying to make him suffer Qi Deviation!

How could such an act possibly not anger him?

Of course, that did not mean a Great Sun Sword Son was some reckless fool who picked fights with heaven and earth alike.

The moment he judged that he absolutely could not be his opponent—for example, an opponent more than two realms above him, or an Immortal's Child of the same realm—he would immediately use every means to flee for his life. Forget being surrounded and attacked; even summoning a large number of elders to suppress the enemy was something he could do.

What he liked was not opponents, but growth.

Clang!

Clang, clang, clang...

Jiang Ding swung sword after