The blood river stretched across heaven and earth,
The eleven kings coughed blood as they were blasted away, their sinews and bones broken!
Beneath the blood river, a blood-robed Daoist watched quietly, as though some instinct had awakened within him.
"So this is how body cultivators fight?"
Jiang Ding suddenly understood.
Using softness to overcome hardness, wearing down their strength without cease, then cutting them down with a single sword—this was the classic method sword cultivators used within a realm against powerful body cultivators. It was not as though there was no way to deal with them.
"In the end, it is still unpleasant."
"How could I be the one in the soft position..."
Jiang Ding shook his head.
He looked at the eleven kings, who had tumbled and crashed through the void, smashing black holes into it one after another.
They looked utterly miserable. Many had broken sinews and bones, were vomiting blood in great mouthfuls, and were covered in mangled flesh, as though they were at death's door.
Yet this was merely an illusion.
As body cultivators, their physiques were their greatest strength, and they possessed formidable self-healing abilities. Such injuries were recovering at astonishing speed.
Unless the flying sword's edge truly cut into their bodies, injecting sword qi and sword intent into their wounds, no injury, however horrifying it appeared, could be counted as a real result.
"Sword arts!"
"Sword arts of the fourth realm of Sword Dao!"
Amid the terrified and baffled gazes of the kings, Tyrant Saber King suddenly cried out, "Human sword arts! You obtained the sword-art inheritance of the Ancient God Path!"
"Ancient God Path?"
Jiang Ding paused.
This king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan seemed to know something. He had attained a certain level in cold weapons, seemingly the third realm