One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

The row of corpses lying neatly within the line between life and death did not bring this farce to an end.

On the contrary, it completely ignited the fragile self-esteem of some people.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!"

Several kilometers away on the sea, in the command room of a giant ship that resembled a steel fortress at sea, a deafening roar could be heard.

That was Behemoth's Zeus nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.

At this moment, the fleet's supreme commander was staring intently at the chilling scene on the big screen—the Eastern Taoist priest in his pajamas hadn't even glanced at the fallen elite warriors, and was yawning as he prepared to turn back to his tent.

This disregard.

That look, as if looking at an ant.

This caused unprecedented humiliation to the Behemoth leadership, who had always considered themselves the world's policeman and controlled the planet's highest level of military force.

"Since we can't catch them alive..."

Veins bulged on the commander's contorted face as he slammed the red launch button down, his voice sharp and piercing with extreme rage.

"Then flatten that island... for me!!"

"Firepower! All missiles fired!!"

"I'll make sure that damned Taoist priest is reduced to ashes!!"

Woo-woo-woo-woo!

The piercing air raid siren instantly resounded throughout the entire sea area, even drowning out the roar of the waves.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The vertical launch well covers on the deck of the "Zeus" and on the surrounding frigates all popped open in an instant.

Countless fire dragons, accompanied by billowing smoke, roared as they soared into the sky.

That's a Tomahawk cruise missile.

That's devastating firepower enough to completely paralyze a small country.

Hundreds of missiles traced deadly arcs through the air, trailing long white flames, like a meteor shower of apocalypse, raining down on the small makeshift camp.

……

Inside the camp.

Zhang Chulan was still shocked by his master's method of drawing a circle on the ground to imprison him, but the next second, his expression changed.

It turned as white as paper.

He looked up, his pupils contracting sharply, reflecting the dense, rapidly expanding flames in the sky.

Those weren't raindrops.

That was the scythe of death.

"Fuck..."

The hairs on Zhang Chulan's body stood on end in that instant, and his voice trembled with a despair stemming from his biological instincts:

"Missiles...all missiles!!"

"Are these foreign devils crazy?! This is war!!"

"Is this going to sink the entire island?!"

King Nathan collapsed to the ground, the golden branch slipping from his hand. She stared blankly at the sky, the suffocating oppression so overwhelming that she couldn't even muster the thought of escaping.

Faced with this destructive force that represents the pinnacle of human industrial development.

Individual bravery?

The methods of the extraordinary?

It seemed so ridiculous and insignificant.

Even the usually carefree Wang Zhenqiu was speechless, his tablet slipping from his hand and falling to the ground. He had considered all the possibilities, but he hadn't anticipated that Behemoth would overturn the table and launch a local war for the sake of one person.

The howling wind pressure had already arrived, blowing the tents in the camp to pieces.

It’s over.

It's all over.

This is something that human power simply cannot overcome.

however.

At this moment of utter despair.

The figure who was about to lift the curtain and go back to the tent to catch up on sleep stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Taichu turned around.

Her loose pajamas fluttered in the strong wind, and her messy hair danced wildly in the breeze.

He looked up at the rain of missiles falling from the sky.

"Really..."

Zhang Taichu sighed, his voice not loud, yet it eerily pierced through the deafening roar:

"You're asking for it."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Taichu slowly raised his right hand, without any earth-shattering hand seals or incantations, but simply grabbed at the empty space beside him.

hum.

The air was slightly distorted.

next second.

A tattered iron sword, even bearing rust marks, appeared in his hand.

It was a fire poker that he picked up casually on the back of Longhu Mountain, which he usually used to pok at the charcoal fire to roast sweet potatoes.

The blade was pitted and uneven, and the rope wrapped around the hilt was almost completely rotten.

No matter how you look at it, this is just a piece of scrap metal that no one would want even if you threw it in a junkyard.

Zhang Chulan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the divine weapon in his master's hand.

At times like these...

Why bring this thing out?

Should we peel the skin off a missile?!

Zhang Taichu ignored the stares of others.

He gripped the rusty iron sword and took a step forward.

this step.

It felt as if it had traversed a distance in space.

He stood directly on a protruding rock in front of the camp, facing the steel storm that was capable of destroying everything.

"science and technology?"

Zhang Taichu looked at the missiles that were still accelerating their dive, a cold, mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"Faced with absolute power..."

"They're all toys."

Done.

His wrist trembled slightly.

There were no fancy moves.

That's all.

Facing the horizon where the sea meets the sky, facing the missiles flying everywhere, facing the distant aircraft carrier group.

With a gentle wave.

"cut."

The word was uttered.

The world...lost its color.

The once bustling world seemed to be paused for a moment.

One light.

A golden sword aura, not dazzling, even somewhat ancient, burst forth from the rusty iron sword.

Initially, it was no more than three feet long.

But just as it was separated from the sword's edge...

boom!!!!

The sword energy surged against the wind!

Three feet...

Three zhang...

Three hundred feet...

Three thousand feet!

In the end, it transformed into a giant golden dragon that stretched across the heavens and earth, tens of thousands of feet long!

It ignores air resistance and spatial distance.

It's like a paper cutter in God's hand, lightly slicing across this canvas called reality.

The hundreds of cruise missiles that were still whistling through the air were instantly struck by the golden sword energy.

There was no explosion.

There was no fire.

It's like snowflakes falling into scalding lava.

Nourishes—

It vaporized instantly.

Annihilation.

Not even a trace of residue remained.

But this is just the beginning.

The terrifying golden sword energy did not pause in the slightest even after devouring hundreds of missiles.

With an indomitable spirit and Zhang Taichu's arrogant domineering attitude, it swept straight toward the sea dozens of kilometers away.

The sea was torn apart.

On the calm sea, a bottomless chasm appeared, the seawater forcibly parted by the violent sword energy, forming a water wall tens of meters high.

And at the end of that ravine.

It was the Zeus aircraft carrier that represented human maritime supremacy.

Inside the command center.

The commander, who had been roaring wildly just moments before, was now staring blankly at the screen.

On the screen, there was a golden ocean.

Those were the last images transmitted back by the satellite.

"This is……"

He only had time to utter those two words.

next second.

There was no sound.

This steel behemoth, over 300 meters long and displacing 100,000 tons, along with several escort ships around it.

From the middle.

Neat and tidy.

split into two.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without even a trace of molten steel.

It was a severing that transcended the rules of physics.

Rumble rumble rumble ——————！！！！！

Until this moment.

The belated, deafening roar finally reverberated throughout the entire sea.

The broken wreckage of the aircraft carrier, under the force of gravity, emitted a teeth-grinding twisting sound before crashing heavily onto the sea on both sides, creating towering waves.

A huge mushroom cloud, mixed with water vapor, rose into the air.

One sword.

All missiles were destroyed.

The aircraft carrier broke apart.

The sea was torn apart.

At the campsite on Nathan Island.

The wind stopped.

Only the broken iron sword in Zhang Taichu's hand emitted a crisp sound as it could no longer bear the weight.

Click.

The sword shattered, turning into a pile of rust.

Zhang Taichu casually tossed away the half-finished sword hilt, dusted off the iron filings on his hands, as if he had just finished a trivial matter.

He slowly raised his head.

Those eyes, so calm they were frightening, seemed to pierce through layers of clouds and the atmosphere, staring directly at the spy satellites in outer space, their lenses spinning wildly.

That is, to stare directly at the world's major power leaders sitting in front of the screen, who are already terrified.

Zhang Taichu looked up at the sky.

A faint smile curved at the corner of his lips, a smile that could make the whole world tremble.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to resonate deep within everyone's soul:

"Who else?"