Boom!
Amid the explosion, the fiery spiritual light scattered. A blood-robed Daoist coughed up blood and staggered back, wounded by the attack.
"A quasi-Emperor? Nothing special!"
Jiang Ding shouted.
His voice shook heaven and earth. He completely ignored the blood at the corner of his mouth and the injuries within his body, seeming utterly mad.
No, perhaps this was not madness.
It was the instinct of a sword cultivator awakening!
In the course of battling and slaughtering a quasi-Emperor, his divine soul and sword intent were nearly boiling over, excited to the utmost limit. The peak of the fourth realm of swordsmanship, stagnant for centuries, unexpectedly began producing fresh inspiration and insight at this very moment, as though something was about to be born.
That sensation was intoxicating, maddening.
In that state, it was as though the growth of one's strength had no end. He completely ignored every danger and every enemy.
Yet his mind grew ever calmer—not calmly weighing his own life and death, but devoting all the computational power of his divine soul to considering how to kill with calm precision!
Jiang Ding felt a trace of alarm.
In this state, he seemed to understand why sword cultivators such as True Lord Xufang and Blazing Sun True Lord of the Great Sun Sword Sect, who had begun to take on the bearing of Great Sun sword cultivators, would actively seek death, forcibly turning security battles into bloody wars with casualty rates nearing fifty percent.
It was simply because such bloody battles on the brink of life and death were far too intoxicating to sword cultivators!
"Roar!"
As he considered this, the cleaved flame giant began to revive under the operation of the quasi-Emperor-tier formation patterns. It started recklessly drawing upon the spiritual qi of the earth veins and