Chapter 224: 217 Majestic and Mighty (Bonus Chapter for 1000 Subscriptions)

When the vortex opened, the white smoke from the cannon's muzzle had already bloomed with a powerful sense of oppression in that split second.

Beichen, the SevenStarHead, the Snow Mountain Wangfu, the young Talisman Sword Masters in attendance, and even the members of the Kun Yu Sword Sect still in battle—everyone here was a genius with outstanding Inspiration, a hundred times more sensitive than others, and the thought flashed through all their minds: "It's over!"

Beichen was the most powerful among them all; when he sensed the danger, he originally had a chance to escape, as he naturally possessed Art Tools for saving his life as a Hall Master, but he hesitated for a moment, and instead drew upon his Sword Image, letting the star Sword Image hanging high in the sky drop starlight to block the crisis, but in that moment of hesitation, it was already too late.

A meteor could not be faster than cannon light.

Human reaction time delayed things even further.

Unless someone had faster reactions than Beichen, who was a Sword Hero, and a stronger Sword Technique, strong enough to overwhelm that desperate feeling of Mount Tai pressing down...

For example, the sword of a Sword Immortal!

When holding the Immortal Sword, Tang Zhao's senses were already sharp, and his thinking was completely parallel to the sword's reactions. He did not need to command the Kun Sword; the Kun Sword's reaction was already faster than his!

His heart followed the sword; without needing to think, Tang Zhao swung his sword backward, swinging toward the place where the sea had dried up!

The white light within the vortex was already about to burst forth!

"Sword Technique—Water Comes Earth Covers!"

Yellow earth filled the sky!

The yellow earth underground transformed into waves of soil, pushing forward layer upon layer like surging, monstrous waves, as if converging into one... hundreds or thousands of earth dragons, instantly covering the mudflats left behind by the sea.

There was so much yellow earth, so much that no one could see clearly how the soil piled up, how it overturned, how it was compacted. They only saw at the end that yellow earth filled the sky, yellow earth covered the ground, and finally, above and below, everything was yellow earth!

The originally sunken seabed was forcibly leveled by the earth, filled to the same elevation as the docks of Jianzhou Island; from then on, Jianzhou Island was nothing but a flat plain, with no trace of an "island" remaining.

Under such burial, what could still exist?

The ice sculpture had already disappeared. The starlight locks had been crushed, and that spatial passage had been forcibly submerged by the earth.

Could space also be submerged?

As long as there was enough earth; if it could not be buried, it meant there was not enough earth.

If someone looked closely, they could see that at a certain moment, white light almost emerged from the cracks in the yellow earth; the white light seemed like a living thing, capable of twisting, capable of actively infiltrating, and wherever it passed, its destructive power was astonishing, destroying a large portion of the soil.

But that was useless; there was too much yellow earth, and the burial was too fast.

The yellow earth was like a flood, that crest of the flood was like a burst dam, unstoppable, and no matter how great the destructive power, it could not pierce through that soil layer which felt like the earth's crust. Moreover, the soil layer was instantly repairing itself at a speed faster than the destruction, filled with vigorous vitality. In the end, whatever white light, whatever space, everything was left without a trace. Only the vanished beach and the vast yellow earth remained.

Seeing the seas change into mulberry fields once again, many people were left in a daze—

Was this the end?

Of course, no!

"Sword Technique—Juan Tu Chong Lai!"

Boom!

The originally calm ground moved once again, rushing toward an opening!

Just now it was filling, now it was a counter-surge!

That opening buried deep within the soil could not only pass a Sky-Piercing Cannon, but also a flood-like mudslide!

On the other side of the passage, the Turtle Bandit army that had just fired a shot should have moved the cannon away according to the plan, allowing the fully prepared Black Armor army to take advantage of the victory and press the attack, but a problem occurred at the very first step.

That originally open hole suddenly went black at a certain moment, as if someone had stuffed a plug into a sewer, blocking it.

The Sky-Piercing Cannon had indeed fired; a cannonball filled with hundreds of Phantoms passed through the space gate and reached the world on the opposite side, with all its energy poured out without a bit left.

It was just that the effect was not satisfactory; to put it bluntly, there was no effect.

After the space vortex turned black, the opposite side became a world behind a fog; after the cannon fired into it, no one knew what had happened. It was just an instinctive feeling that it didn't seem to cause the destruction they had imagined.

Everyone felt strange and at a loss, all looking at the only person present who could make decisions, the Prince.

The Prince in white pondered slightly and finally stopped being impulsive, instead saying: "Retreat first—"

Before the word "retreat" could fall, the yellow earth rolled back!

The mountain had collapsed!

The original spatial opening became a breach in a great levee, and countless earth and stone surged in frantically; the speed was so fast, it was like raging waves, with a destructive power a hundred or a thousand times greater.

Wherever the yellow earth pushed, it was invincible, and nothing could stop it!

All extra existences could only be buried into the earth and become a part of this torrent of earth and stone, rolling forward, getting bigger and bigger like a snowball.

The Profound Water Commands responsible for opening the hole not far from the space exit and the soldiers who were too close had almost no time to react before they were swept in; others further away collapsed immediately after a moment of shock, screaming and fleeing in all directions. The remaining time was a race against the mudslide. Some could outrun it, some could not. In the end, more could not outrun it.

The Prince was also standing close enough; he froze for a moment, and the earth and stone pressed down instantly.

His own mind was completely blank at this moment, but a shadow reacted quickly, grabbed him all of a sudden, lifted him up, and forcibly pulled him up several zhang, narrowly brushing past this mudslide.

It was his Spirit Image.

The Great Wei took the Spirit Official System as the orthodox path; only the generals who fought were Sword Guests, and they were merely like claws and teeth, not as noble as Spirit Officials. As a member of the imperial family, he was naturally also a Spirit Official. Nowadays, the cultivation of the Jin Dynasty's Spirit Officials was very crude; the Spirit Image was almost equivalent to a clone, or a marionette, with almost no consciousness of its own. But the Prince's Spirit Official was not like that; it not only had an unrestrained appearance but also had basic judgment, able to subconsciously decide on certain actions. For example, when the main body was under a fatal threat, it would take action to save his life.

Having been saved by his Spirit Image, the Prince looked down from the air at the scene of the earth and stone surging majestically, his eyes filled with the earth flowing.

He saw the landscape changed in an instant, saw the armored soldiers and cannons buried deep within, saw the rolling waves of earth that swallowed everything, and finally understood the meaning of a Natural Disaster, personally feeling the power of the Sword Technique.

The power of a single sword reached such a level.

The Prince suddenly had a thought: only a Sword Guest could block this kind of power, right?

The Spirit Official System was very prosperous and complex; hundreds of years of the previous dynasty had already developed it to its peak, with endless tricks. In battles between people, Spirit Officials were full of ingenuity and had a great advantage; in special circumstances, one person could control an army and sweep across thousands. But no matter what, there were still shortcomings.

That was, an extreme lack of frontal assault capability.

The Spirit Official was rooted in the human spirit, playing the power of the human heart to the extreme, just like playing a conspiracy to the extreme, but when encountering an invincible force, an open and honest strategy, it would eventually be crushed.

The Prince had been educated as a Spirit Official since childhood, believing from the bottom of his heart that the Great Wei's "people-oriented" approach was the orthodox path, and the Great Jin's "sword-is-supreme" was the evil path, but at this moment, seeing the power of the Kun Sword, he suddenly felt a wave of powerlessness, and another wave of longing.

If only... I were also a Sword Guest.

Casting aside this rebellious thought, the Prince felt a little comforted after his frustration.

The wave of earth and stone stopped.

It was not that anyone had blocked this catastrophe head-on, but after the Profound Water Commands' position was pushed, the spatial passage could not be maintained, and that vortex was cut off. The earth and stone from the opposite side could no longer come over; even though the earth and stone here could still move forward by inertia, it was ultimately lacking in follow-up power.

"It's finally over..." The Prince's eyes were vacant.

"Is it over?"

Having expended a great deal of strength, Tang Zhao thought this while panting slightly in the air; however, the sword in his hand was still eager for more.

The sword still had surplus strength, and also surplus rage.

And he himself felt some regret.

At this moment, Jianzhou had long since recovered; as long as he jumped down, the Kun Sword would naturally return to the great Momentum of Jianzhou. At that point, his affinity with the Kun Sword would be at an end—let alone holding it again, he would likely never even see it again.

Tang Zhao could not help but feel regret. Could he only use this sword—which possessed Sword Dao, Supernatural Power, and Sword Momentum all in one—to the extent of using its Sword Technique? When he first held it, he had struggled to use its Sword Technique; now, after years of training, could he not attempt to use its Sword Momentum?

He looked toward the intact space, unable to see how the Sword Technique on that side was faring at all; surely it must have exhausted its strength by now?

He wondered if they had paid a sufficient price.

Disrupting the venue, murdering the innocent, harming his senior brother, framing him, and that terrifying light that had been cut short halfway...

Had these crimes been sanctioned?

On the other side of the space, what exactly was there?

The final sword, the sword strikes!

"Sword Momentum—Fertile Fields for a Thousand Miles!"

A thousand miles away, the earth flow that had come to a halt suddenly expanded!

If the previous earth and stone were a flood flowing down from upstream, the earth and stone at this moment were a collapsing barrier lake!

In an instant, the earth and stone expanded in all directions, mud and sand pouring down with the momentum of an overturning force!

Before the earth-flow formation, the majestic city in that valley was crushed to pieces in an instant! Palaces and grand mansions were more fragile than eggshells before the earth flow! Whatever princes, nobles, or rebellious factions there were, those iron thresholds instantly became earthen mounds; all dust returned to dust, earth returned to earth.

That Highness in the sky watched helplessly as the camp beneath his feet and the base he had built for years were leveled by the waves of earth, leaving not even a trace. Suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness, he let out a cry and, dragged by his Spirit Image, fainted in the sky.

A thousand miles away, Tang Zhao mustered his remaining courage to use the Sword Momentum one last time, but without being able to see the power of the Sword Momentum with his own eyes, he lost all his strength. Unable to maintain his floating form, he plummeted headfirst, sword and all.

At this time, his Six Dragon Carriage had already been put away into the Time Jar, and since his Sword Art had failed, he naturally had nowhere to land.

In the air, although he was exhausted, he had not lost consciousness, nor was he panicked; he did not even take out his "bicycle," but instead called out feebly, "Hey, give a brother a hand!"

The person closest to him was Wang Fei. Wang Fei was shocked at first, then laughed, and hurriedly urged his Sword Art, intending to fly up and catch him, but he suddenly shuddered.

A halo of light bloomed in the air, rainbow light bursting forth, stinging people's eyes so they could not open them.

In everyone's hearts, that sense of suppression returned, only it was not the fear of facing a cannon muzzle, but a trembling and awe rising from the depths of their souls, to the point where their breathing stopped.

From within the halo of light, a large hand reached out and grabbed Tang Zhao!