Ruling the Battlefield

A voice came through.

"No support needed."

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

Jiang Ding's sword knocked back King Jia's fist edge. Sword after sword, he continuously verified the sword arts he had studied for many years. His voice slowly carried to the Northern Aerospace Force Command, falling into the ears of every commander.

His eyes were scorching and dark red, the searing killing intent in his chest churning without end. It had accumulated through decades of sword refinement; it seemed to have settled, but in truth, it waited for the return of a strong opponent's blood, so that it could become calm and rational.

Once that expectation was lost, his killing intent could surge severalfold in an instant. It was even possible for inner demons to arise.

Now, he understood why, in history, whenever the Great Sun Sword Heir's battles were interrupted, they would immediately slaughter their own allies.

This was not psychological perversion.

Rather, they were in truth snatching away his cultivation resources, trying to make him suffer cultivation deviation!

How could such an act not enrage him?

Of course, this did not mean the Great Sun Sword Heir was some reckless brute who picked fights with heaven and earth alike.

Once he judged that he was absolutely no match—for example, against an enemy more than two realms above him, or a Child of an Immortal of the same realm—he would instantly activate every means at his disposal to flee for his life. Forget being besieged; he was even capable of summoning great numbers of elders to suppress his foe.

What he liked was not opponents, but growth.

Clang!

Clang, clang, clang...

Jiang Ding struck with sword after sword at King Jia,