Yin-Yang Thunder Magnetic-Field Electromagnetic Sword Art

"You're too weak."

In the sky, Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

Once he got serious, it would take only one strike. There was value in this, certainly, but not much.

"Die."

"Mm, that doesn't sound quite right. It makes me seem bloodthirsty, a battle-crazed madman."

"That isn't true."

Jiang Ding gripped his sword hilt and looked at the six hundred lesser gods surrounding the Giant Spirit General.

"Then let the resentment of this world's living beings, and the wishes of the people of the Magnetic Earth Realm, grant you death."

He spoke calmly.

It was politically necessary.

It was also the truth.

Each of these lesser gods held a different divine office in a mortal kingdom. Their incense offerings were steeped in blood and resentment so thick they could not be dispersed. Every year, hundreds of thousands of mortals bred for the purpose had to be sacrificed, then devoured as bloody food.

There was no other reason. It was simply the most efficient way to absorb incense faith, while consuming the excess mortal population and preventing the land from turning to desert.

The many dead mortals' corpses and the souls entering reincarnation could also raise the surrounding spiritual energy and improve the environment.

One move brought several benefits.

The Immortal Order was no rootless Rogue Cultivator. It understood sustainable development.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and struck.

Boom!

As the sword left its sheath, endless thunder exploded. Blue arcs sprang up around him, and dotted lines of electromagnetic induction spread in every direction, becoming tangible. For nearly a hundred kilometers, everything turned into an ocean of thunder and electromagnetism.

Then azure dotted lines of magnetic force appeared before the young man, looping round and round in coils that extended into the distance alongside the thunder.

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