With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 381 - 296: The Plan Succeeds, Guiding Fate
Xu Dong is an Inner Sect Disciple of the Hundred Kills Sword Sect.
He roared furiously as he thrust the Magical Longsword in his hand into the enemy’s body, hot blood splashing onto his face.
"Wei Dog, go to hell!"
This is a battlefield overseen by the Hundred Kills Sword Sect.
The Danyang Cultivation Army here is primarily composed of the Hundred Kills Sword Sect, supplemented by Loose Cultivators.
Fellow disciples cultivate the same Cultivation Technique, each having their own Combined Attack Technique, yet Xu Dong, who has always been sheltered, now feels his heart being gripped tightly.
Blood has stained his Longsword red.
Roars of anger.
Sounds of True Essence surging.
Sounds of Magical Artifacts being activated.
The noisy sounds of Magic such as Fireball, Wind Blade, Ice Spike, Vine, etc., seemed to overwhelm Xu Dong’s rational mind.
Xu Dong’s hand tightly gripped the slightly dull Flying Sword in his hand.
In such a battlefield, with Spiritual Qi turbulence rampant, using the Flying Sword technique is less effective than wielding a Longsword for Swordsmanship.
Fortunately, Xu Dong comes from the Jianghu Sword Sect, inheriting the Sword Dao from the mortal battlefield, devoid of any fancy tricks, purely focused on pursuing killing.
Xu Dong originally thought that mortals and Cultivators were from completely different worlds.
But now, it seems there isn’t much difference between the two.
At least on this battlefield, countless Cultivators are having their lives reaped.
Almost no one knows whether the next moment will bring an attack from some direction that could take their life.
One after another, the noble scions of the Righteous Dao are falling into confusion.
"Senior Sister!!!"
Xu Dong’s eyes widened in rage, watching his beloved Senior Sister get half of her head sliced off.
In the next instant, Xu Dong charged like a madman, chaotically stabbing his Magic Sword covered in True Essence through the opponent’s True Essence Shield, fiercely piercing their heart.
The initial stage of the magical dueling in the war has passed, and even the arrays set up by both sides have been blasted to pieces.
"Immortal Master Xu, I am Li Changtian, please temporarily retreat, Master."
A deep, powerful voice sounded, and a tall, weathered middle-aged man supported Xu Dong.
Behind them, agile figures plunged into the battlefield utilizing their Lightweight Skill.
Those are Innate Martial Artists...
The Hundred Kills Sword Sect’s reinforcements... have arrived.
Under the high rewards of the Danyang Sect Alliance Army.
Countless Innate Martial Artists have joined the battlefield.
Their eyes are filled with fanaticism and belligerence.
They are far more filled with conviction than those Inner and Outer Sect disciples, even possessing the belief of dying without return.
The Sect Alliance Army issues the command, in the Cultivation Realm war, all Innate Martial Artists may join the Immortal Army.
To exchange martial achievements for Immortal Fate.
Immortal Fate, something so desirable, among countless Mortal Dynasties, whether it’s a Jianghu overlord who suppresses an area or a reclusive peerless expert, all are participating, even if they themselves have no destiny, they can use this to allow their descendants to touch Immortal Fate.
The methods of the Innate Martial Artists are simple and unpretentious, they have no Magic, not even True Essence Shields, but with True Qi flowing throughout their bodies and a strong physique, coupled with supremely high combat and killing techniques, they soon stir up a slaughter on the battlefield.
"Kill!"
"Die for me!"
"Hahaha, never thought Li could personally kill an Immortal Master one day."
But very soon, a batch of Cultivators from Great Wei wearing blue armor was dispatched, pulling back the little advantage the Hundred Kills Sword Sect had barely clawed back.
Xu Dong had just caught his breath, when suddenly his expression froze, pupils contracted, looking through the lines of figures, seeing Li Changtian who had just saved him and deliberately made him remember being crushed into a pulp.
Xu Dong’s True Essence was exhausted, and he slumped to the ground, pounding the earth with his fist furiously.
"Damn Blood Demon Sect! With distribution rights in their hands, they’re letting the Hundred Kills Sword Sect face off..."
Before Xu Dong could finish his words, he saw a crimson tide appear behind the Great Wei Army in the distance.
Xu Dong’s eyes gradually widened.
Because the Great Wei Army began to descend into chaos.
Suddenly, a thunderous noise came from afar.
Xu Dong quickly looked up, covering his eyes with True Essence, barely able to see far in the sky.
A figure cloaked in a broad gray-black robe surrounded by four blood-red figures guarding it.
A gigantic phantom of a divine axe descended from the sky, striking these five figures.
Like the sound of an ancient bell ringing, it also awakened the stunned Xu Dong.
He swiftly stood up, wielding more Longswords in his hand.
"Kill!"
The fleeing enemy troops, aren’t they just each a coveted martial achievement?
........................ 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Xiang Wuji supported his forehead with one hand, withstanding a hundred-meter-tall phantom of the divine axe.
Yet, he looked towards the distance with interest.
The rear of several battle zones turned into a blood-red wave, and this time, the Danyang Cultivation Realm didn’t like in the past play the warming water game with Great Wei, leading to Great Wei being fully prepared.
At this moment, almost all sects and the major loose cultivator forces of the Danyang Cultivation Realm have joined the battle, forcing Great Wei to throw all its power into the fray.
This way, the battle is more intense than the previous era, and the enemy troops are also denser.
The Blood Puppet Mother Body dispatched by the Danyang Cultivation Realm can now fully erupt.
Beside Xiang Wuji, four blood-robed figures covered entirely in blood robes reveal the aura of Early-Stage Golden Core cultivation on the surface, and their lowered eyes flash with a cold bloody light.
Xiang Wuji snorted lightly, his eyes slightly narrowed, appearing somewhat menacing.
