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The Blood River pierced through heaven and earth,
Eleven monarchs spat blood and were blown away, their muscles torn and bones broken!
Beneath the Blood River, a Blood-robed Taoist calmly observed, as if awakening some innate instinct.
"Body Cultivation, is this how you fight?"
Jiang Ding suddenly realized.
Using softness to overcome hardness, steadily eroding strength, then striking down with a single sword—this was the classic approach within the Domain for Sword Cultivators facing powerful Body Cultivators, not without a solution.
"In the end, it's unsatisfactory."
"How can I... be in the position of softness."
Jiang Ding shook his head.
He looked at the eleven monarchs rolling and crashing through the void, smashing black holes into the void itself.
They looked pitiable, many with broken muscles and bones, spitting blood profusely, their flesh mangled, appearing as if they were near death.
However, this was an illusion.
