The Blood-Transformation Order Divine Saber, forged from the combined might of hundreds of millions of demon-and-ghost troops and the blood of countless Blood Dao cultivators, was pinned to the void by the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword.
"Damn it!"
"An opponent like this, making such a low-level mistake... I'm ashamed to face him!"
Fury flared in Jiang Ding's scarlet pupils.
At that moment, he felt no excitement or joy. Instead, boundless, seething killing intent rose within him.
Because!
His swordsmanship had been advancing at an almost imperceptible but unbroken pace, surpassing the limit of the fourth realm's imperishable Sword Qi and approaching the fifth. Now that progress had abruptly stopped!
It could not advance another inch.
The path of a sword cultivator had never lain in bullying the weak!
Even if you slaughtered every weakling under heaven, all its hundreds of millions of lives, your swordsmanship would not improve by so much as a hair. It might even regress terribly. Too much weak blood would stain your sword and veil its peerless edge.
Fight only the weak, and you would become weak yourself!
The Blood-Transformation Order Divine Saber hung rigid in the starry sky for a moment. The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword had pierced its core, and strands of Great Sun Annihilation Sword Aura spread in every direction.
Boom!
The Blood-Transformation Order Divine Saber shattered. Under the endless erosion of Great Sun Annihilation Sword Aura, it crumbled into the finest dust. The soul imprints of its hundreds of millions of demon-and-ghost soldiers broke apart in an instant, wiped out to the last.
Too easy!
Too weak!
At the critical instant of a battle balanced on a knife's edge, this foolish opponent had diverted half his soul's processing power to some incomprehensible task.
A vast opening had appeared in the battle formation