Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 183 - 174: Are You Willing to Take on a Group Alone_1

"Again, found it."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself as an Azure Flying Sword cut through the air, piercing into the side of a huge rock and sinking several meters into the soil.

Dozens of armor-piercing shells enhanced with magic immediately followed.

Boom!

A Late Foundation Establishment cultivator emerged from the crater, a small yellow hill appearing above his head; his body covered in dirt, his clothes torn, and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"You little rat, seeking your own death!"

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His face contorted with resentment as he charged toward Jiang Ding.

An earthy yellow Flying Sword shot out, leaving a trail of light in its wake. Enraged, it had enough power to slay Mid-stage Foundation Building cultivators, and none of the exceptional disciples from Xianmen Sect would withstand it; the disparity in realms was just too great.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The spiritual light of dozens, if not hundreds, of nimble armor-piercing bullets twinkled, engulfing him. His shield and the mountain-shaped Magic Tool shattered instantly under the barrage of concentrated fire, his body torn apart and killed on the spot.

Still carrying high-speed inertia, the yellow Flying Sword was cleaved by a blast of Sword Qi from Jiang Ding, slightly deflected, and shot deep into the soil, vanishing without a trace.

"Die!"

In an instant, over a dozen Foundation Building-stage magic fluctuations locked onto him: Flying Swords, mountain-shaped Magic Tools, jade columns... Terrifying Foundation Building-stage energies hurtled in his direction.

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi fluctuated wildly as spells instantly took shape: Earth Prison Technique, Quicksand Technique, Earth Spike Technique, Rolling Stone Technique, Gravity Technique... Countless spells formed and crushed down upon him.

"This is just too exaggerated!"

Jiang Ding's scalp tingled.

These cultivators from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace had such rich combat experience that they could instantly recognize the grave threat he posed.

Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!

An Siyan, Chief of Staff of the Eastern Army Group, didn't disappoint him.

More than two thousand cruising armor-piercing shells fell at once, blasting away the dozen-plus Magic Tools wielded by the cultivators and crashing into the nodes of the guided spell fluctuations, destroying their magic structures.

The earth-shattering explosions that ensued could easily slaughter swathes of Qi Practitioners.

Jiang Ding commanded his Flying Sword, circling to block the scattered fragments of Magic Arts-Breaking Steel and some of the residual magic waves. His expression remained cold as he gazed toward the ten-plus locations his Sword Intent had sensed enemies, fueled by killing intent.

The moment they attacked with spells and Magic Tools, they uncovered themselves!

Thousands of howling Magic Arts-Breaking Steel shells controlled by the cultivators of the 11th and 12th divisions came crashing down, immediately engulfing them in a cloud of dust, with flesh and blood fragments scattering alongside dimming Magical Tools.

"There are still survivors!"

Jiang Ding stepped swiftly, rushing to the area. At all times, the number of Magic Arts-Breaking Steel armor-piercing shells circling above never dropped below a thousand!

Under the control of Chief of Staff An Siyan, they continuously danced around in the sky, waiting for the coordinates to be discovered.

'In fact, Xianmen Sect did consider training such close-combat cultivators. The Taoist Soldier Troop was one such experiment,' mused An Siyan. 'However, Taoist Soldiers are not trustworthy, and Xianmen are neither willing nor keen to invest a great deal of resources into them. Their utility can only be described as marginal, and against disciples from Immortal Sects like Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, they're not very effective.'

He stepped into the kilometer radius of the location he had previously sensed.

Whoosh!

Flying Swords soared, followed by dozens of Magic Arts-Breaking Steel armor-piercing shells that shot into a deep layer of soil. Amidst violent explosions, a gray-robed Mid-stage Foundation Building cultivator was blown to pieces.

Jiang Ding moved swiftly, every location visited was confirmed safe with Sword Intent, and then he moved to the next.

Foundation Establishing cultivators concealed under the radar waves of the Infantry Spirit Radar to hide their movements simply couldn't keep up with his speed!

Wherever the Flying Sword passed, the shells followed, and explosions resounded.

This scenario unfolded over and over. Even Late Foundation Building cultivators, once their positions were pinpointed, would swiftly die under the concentrated fire of hundreds of armor-piercing shells.

The occasional desperate assault from multiple Foundation Building cultivators joining forces was also neutralized by the armor-piercing shells flying in the surrounding sky, making it impossible to harm even a strand of his hair.

Soon, in just over ten minutes, the Foundation Building cultivators in one direction were almost entirely eradicated, with over twenty Foundation Building cultivators dead and minimal losses on their own side.

As for the cultivators in other directions, they must have fled.

"Mobility... severely lacking."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, yet he did not let his guard down, using his Sword Intent to sense the surrounding kilometer again and again. The armor-piercing bullets cruising in the sky dared not stop for even a moment.

After five or six minutes, it remained the same.

"Core True Disciple of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace!"

The image of the large-eared young man surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind, and with a flash of inspiration, he shouted, "I am Jiang Ding, a mere mortal ant of Xianmen Sect, willing to have a duel to the death with you alone!"

"Please come out and meet me!"

Another ten or so minutes passed,

and still, there was no sign of anyone. The armor-piercing bullets cruising in the sky had been changed three times, with several campaigns' worth of bullets fired.

If it weren't for the military having large space storage Magic Tools, they would soon face the issue of running out of ammunition supply.

"Xuanwu Heavenly Palace should be renamed 'Little Mouse Heavenly Palace.'"

Jiang Ding sighed as True Qi surged into his Scout Camouflage, and his figure vanished without a trace.

With a gust of wind, there was nothing left.

The number of armor-piercing bullet groups cruising in the sky gradually decreased until none were left.

Three to four kilometers away, a large-eared young man with a cold expression moved into the distance, and even at the highest state of Concealment, he was much faster than a Xiantian Martial Artist.

"Sword Intent…"

"The Sword Intent of Great Sun Sword Pavilion, a young Taoist disciple."

…

After repelling the core True Disciple beheading squad of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, the enemy situation in this area instantly improved a lot, and the surrounding troops' speed of convergence increased.

In just half an hour, six divisions gathered together within a range of thirty kilometers, ready to support each other with precise aid at any time, significantly increasing the level of security.

Jiang Ding continued on his way according to the original plan and headed to meet with the army group headquarters.

Along the way, he occasionally encountered troops rushing in the same direction.

Through this period of chaos and the losses of beheading operations, the troops of the Eastern Army Group successfully converged within a hundred kilometers, no longer scattered. Concentrated support for fire support became much more efficient.

"Eastern Army Group battle report."

"Under the temporary leadership of General Xu Jianian, the army successfully repelled the core True Disciple beheading squad of Foundation-building cultivators from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, killing thirty-two Cultivators Foundation Establishment from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace."

Jiang Ding's heart shook, and he opened the battle report.

In the footage,

Streams of precise armor-piercing bullets soared in the sky; at least ten divisions' worth of forces, tens of thousands of bullets densely packed, falling accurately to the ground under the lock of Second-order War Commanders.

Bulges appeared on the earth, and Foundation-building cultivators were shredded into pieces under the saturation firepower, utterly powerless to resist.

Then, infantrymen carrying heavy machine guns advanced, covering the area where Foundation-building cultivators might have remained with a barrage of fire, eliminating every last blind spot.

Occasionally, Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators would play dead, instantly killing scores or hundreds of mortals, but they too were quickly shattered by the bullets falling from the sky.

"This is the classic combat style of the Immortal Sects."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Once they gained enough advantage in intelligence, it turned into relentless bombardment, leaving no chance for the enemy to fight back.

Furthermore, what deserved even more attention was another core True Disciple from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, a dwarf-like child.

He had successfully infiltrated within two kilometers of Xu Jianian. A gray, hazy magnetic fine thorn was thrown out, instantly covering several kilometers and slashing toward his head with unbelievable speed.

If not for the roughly three thousand Taoist Soldiers forming a Formation around Xu Jianian, layer upon layer of blockade, Xu Jianian's skull would have been pierced, and he would have already been dead.

Still,

Out of the eighteen stone steles, ten were directly penetrated by the shots, and the remaining ones were dimming with Spiritual Light, their faces pale as paper, mana completely drained.

This is a cultivator who has cultivated a 'Classic' Level Technique to the peak of Foundation Building!

Alone, what Immortal Sect geniuses, what fighting above one's level, in his presence are all a joke, easily killed with a single move.