The Great Sun Sword Heir Descends Upon Beast-Spirit Immortal City

The instant that bird-headed man appeared, Jiang Ding felt a chill run through his heart. He had nearly activated his backup strategic retreat plan and fled at top speed.

Heavenly Lord!

This is the aura of a fucking Heavenly Lord!

Others might not recognize it, but he attended classes with Yuan every year. How could he possibly mistake it?

And it was a Demon Race Heavenly Lord, one capable of smashing through the void with its physical body!

But then...

"Kill!"

Amid the overwhelming threat, Jiang Ding let out a low shout.

"Sword Nine: Yang!"

Clang!

The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword hummed and shuddered. As it whistled forth, it devoured endless heaven and earth spiritual energy. Its hazy sword light split apart, and the cries of golden crows echoed in every direction.

Rumble!

All at once,

nine blazing suns rose into the sky, their brilliant halos spreading across heaven and earth.

Nine suns appeared in the sky!

Halo after halo of sunlight shone down. The land for dozens of miles around Beast-Spirit Immortal City wailed in agony. Streams evaporated, the earth cracked open, and the grasslands yellowed in an instant before turning into charcoal in the span of a breath.

Moments later, even the charcoal ignited, becoming clusters of sparks that carpeted the earth.

Sword Nine: Yang!

This was the embryonic form of the sword art Jiang Ding had deduced for over a hundred years. It still had many flaws—for instance, the intent to annihilate and break all laws had yet to merge into it. It possessed only the ultimate heat of destruction.

At this moment between life and death, he had used it instinctively.

"Go!"

Jiang Ding jabbed a finger forward.

A Demon Race Heavenly Lord!

For a fragile sword cultivator like him, a mutated form of spell cultivator,