Chapter 655: Explosion

"For the People!"

This finger, appearing very ordinary, was simply extended, producing almost no excess power, and was even less impressive than that casual flick just now.

But as this finger pointed out, it seemed as if countless voices rang out.

Noisy, overlapping, chaotic—they were all human voices.

There was weeping, cursing, painful screams, and desperate wails.

That was the voice of the masses, of all kinds, carrying all sorts of emotions, yet devoid of joy.

The lives of the people are all suffering.

It is not to say that a commoner has no happy moments in their life, but for a mere ant-like person, the decades of a lifetime truly hold more pain than joy; when the voice of the masses condenses a lifetime into a single sound, it ultimately cannot emit a sound of joy.

These countless, intertwined voices of the masses converged at the tip of Dazai's finger, transforming into a powerful, shocking mental impact that rushed toward Tang Zhao.

Superposition, superposition!

Every power Dazai unleashed within his Sword Momentum was amplified a hundredfold. And since this mental impact was originally the superimposed inner voices of the masses, and it gained a hundredfold amplification within the Sword Momentum, its mental torrent was vast and mighty, like a flood, like an ocean, like the Milky Way pouring backward—unstoppable!

Such an impact was originally meant for group attacks against hundreds or thousands; it had miraculous effects against armies. A mere sweep of its waves would be enough to make a Sword Hero collapse and faint, or turn a Sword Guest into an idiot. For those even lower, the only outcome would be a shattered Soul.

The reason he chose this move was that although the Soul would dissipate, the physical body could be preserved, and one could even use Qi to keep it hanging on so it looked alive; then Dazai could seize them to act as prisoners for other uses.

The Sword Technique he used specifically for escaping, he ended up using to escape his own attack.

"It doesn't look that strong; is the method wrong?"

When he first brought it into existence, Tang Zhao himself was drumming his fingers in doubt. After all, he didn't understand nuclear fusion, nor did he understand real physics; he had only vaguely heard Chen Zong mention some theories, so he had cobbled it together on his own.

High temperature and intense light exploded on the spot, swallowing everything in the vicinity!

This was the birth of a sun in the Human World!

"Did it succeed?"

Light-speed escape!

A face...

At least just now, it was indeed because Tang Zhao had entered the Celestial State, making him immune to all Human Dao attacks, that he had preserved his Soul.

And the temperature of Artificial Thermonuclear Fusion is... one hundred million degrees!

Almost as soon as he weighed the situation, Dazai decided that this head-on strike must be countered directly!

And not with defense, but with offense!

Dazai listened to a bit of Tang Zhao's nonsense and gradually calmed down. With a wave of his hand, the hundreds of people returned into his body, and his face began to flow again, though at a speed several times slower.

Dazai was momentarily shocked that Tang Zhao was still alive, but he had no time to be shocked; that golden-red small ball was not just thrown over, it was delivered by light!

There were men and women, old and young; at a glance, there were always a hundred or eighty people.

"Humanity Power—Fist!"

After all, thermonuclear fusion is very terrifying.

"If only I could use superposition; I wouldn't need to add a hundredfold, just making the temperature of the nuclear fusion one or two times higher would be formidable."

It was just that the golden-red small ball was still rotating in his palm.

The level of his development was probably not even as good as the cutting-edge technology of that time, lasting for a total of five seconds.

One hundred million people—in Chen Zong's hometown, that counts as a medium-sized country. Can the people of a medium-sized country gathered together resist the sun?

In front of the sun, numbers have no meaning.

Dazai considers many things and says many things, but he never considers what he said before or what he promised.

Endless mental power swept over Tang Zhao. At that moment, he stood in place holding the golden-red small ball, like a statue.

He trembled and muttered, eventually becoming hysterical, pointing at Tang Zhao and saying, "You actually slaughtered a million people; your crimes are heinous."

Yes, Dazai only had one face left.

The intense light exceeded human imagination, but what truly exploded was the ultra-high temperature!

The Momentum of the Golden Crow—although it was only a part, could it be wrong?

But didn't he also have Momentum?

The temperature at the center of the sun reaches twenty million degrees.

And now, these forces were rushing toward Tang Zhao alone. This was even more formidable than a hundredfold Humanity Fist, because compared to the physical body, the speed of a mental impact is faster and harder to resist!

"A hundred years of accumulation... a million souls, actually exhausted today..."

In this way, he was one step closer to the Celestial sun he pursued.

This statement was originally spoken by the Golden Crow to Tang Zhao; Tang Zhao might not have fully accepted it, as their understandings of the sun were different to begin with. But when Tang Zhao pursued his own ideal sun, he inadvertently drew closer and closer to these words.

Fortunately, the sword was sufficiently idealistic, filled with the power of "I reckon," and it actually allowed him to cobble together such a bit.

To this, Tang Zhao suddenly faced him directly and said, "It is precisely heartless. Since it is heartless, it is not human. Because I am the sun."

Dazai looked at his state with great satisfaction, knowing full well that although he looked fine, he was already an "idiot," or even worse than an idiot—just a living corpse.

He had to escape; this was not entirely his own power, but the remnants of the Golden Crow's power, and it was a new move he hadn't played with before, so he dared not guarantee he could be immune.

His mockery was straightforward enough, but Dazai seemed not to have heard it at all, instead continuing to be hysterical, shouting, "Sure enough, only someone like you who views the masses as nothing would discard the heart of the masses. The torrent formed by the voices of so many people—you ignore it; so you are a heartless person."

His face, which had been flowing incessantly before, finally solidified.

However, his power was ultimately not the sun; artificial nuclear fusion, at least for now, cannot last long.

Five seconds later, the artificial sun extinguished. This high-cost consumer burned through all of the Golden Crow's gifts in one go.

Dazai had repeatedly expressed appreciation for Tang Zhao before, seemingly to the point of making an exception to let him leave safely, but the moment he struck, it was a powerful Sword Technique, intending to make his Soul dissipate instantly!

The high energy released by the high temperature, plus the high gravity brought by the high mass—may I ask, Your Excellency, how will you handle this?

Numbers?

Light speed!

The speed of light is unbelievably fast; in the blink of an eye, it was already before him. Dazai shuddered, but he had no intention of underestimating this ball of light. Tang Zhao had just used some unknown method to save his life, then launched a counterattack; this strike was similar to a charged strike and must be incomparably powerful, not to mention that this was the power of half a barrier just condensed!

The rest was his own face, which was eighty percent similar to the one Tang Zhao first saw at the Sword Furnace.

He froze.

The reason he ran away was not to dodge the Dazai's attack, but to avoid the monster he himself had just released.

No movement, no sound, not even a scream when struck; he just suddenly turned into a lifeless husk.

A head-on confrontation!

He would not choose to run away; although after the Superposition of countless speeds, his escape speed would be very fast, the speed of light was also fast. If he could not outrun it, it would be equivalent to having his backside burned by someone. If he could outrun it, then to act like a stray dog at the very beginning of his own Momentum—what kind of dream start was that?

He made his move!

Then he swept his gaze across and saw people at a glance.

Attack with an attack, counter-attack!

Offense is the best defense!

His power was the Humanity Power, Superposition upon Superposition, immense power!

However, is this enough now?

The temperature on the surface of the sun is 5,500 degrees.

Fine, let's say you have one million people, then Superposition it a hundred times, that makes one hundred million people.

This was also the Dazai walking into the muzzle of a gun; because he failed to succeed in one strike and revealed a flaw, eating a nuclear fusion from Tang Zhao at close range, ending up in this state was a bit unlucky.

Not far away, Tang Zhao was not waiting in place to see the result, but escaped instantly, using his own Sword Technique of speed: "White Colt," which is the speed of light.

"Heavens, Heavens!"

Not to mention external forces like his beard and hair being scorched, the most obvious thing was the grief and despair in his expression.

Suddenly, Tang Zhao blinked, then raised his hand and quickly threw the small golden-red ball like a shot put—

Now he could fully walk over, calmly collect the Jinwu Sword, and also collect this husk that was so perfect just a moment ago...

In the very center was, of course, the Dazai; he was not wearing a cloak, and his face was ashen.

He looked at the remaining people and said, "Since you no longer have humanity, can you stop opening your mouth and closing it with 'humanity' next time? It's a bit disgusting. It makes it sound as if you Turtle Bandits aren't just thieves who roam everywhere killing and looting, and as if you have any popular support."

"It's gone... it's all gone! Only these people are left!"

Tang Zhao was a bit stunned and said, "You can calculate it like that? When you speak, it's humanity speaking, and killing you is killing humanity? You really have a thick face."

This was his first attempt at nuclear fusion, using the energy gifted by Jinwu Dianxia; the Sword Law Qi in the barrier was drained dry, and this was all he could produce.

"The sun does not need to listen to the suffering of the Human World, nor does it need to specifically pay attention to any one person; it just shines in the sky, shining equally on all things and phenomena. Where it is, there is light; where it is, there is warmth; where it is, it can drive away darkness. Great Sun Lingkong is originally the Heavenly Dao! How can you, with your mere kidnapped Human Dao, constrain the Heavenly Dao?"

The remaining two parts were that the current Dazai was much older and more disheveled than his Spirit Image, lacking that calm and confident appearance.

In this place where all Sword Law had been burned clean and even the stones had been burned away, there were actually still people left.

Boom!

This immense power, rare in this world, struck the small golden-red ball head-on and blew it up!

Then, a massive explosion of energy!

The Dazai thought so, and he did so, really walking forward a few steps.

This was his territory!

It was many people.

He regained his composure and said leisurely, "That move just now was indeed very powerful. But that's the only move you have, right? You used up all of Jinwu Dianxia's power at once, yet I didn't die. What will you do now? Are you going to fight me with your pathetic power?"

Although there were only about a hundred people, it was enough to deal with the youth before him. In fact, the Dazai had roamed the world for many years, and in the last ten years, he had only had income and no expenditure; the People Shadow had been accumulating more and more, and returning this time would probably require many more years of accumulation.

At this moment, Tang Zhao suddenly smiled and said, "Although you might not believe it, I borrowed the power of Jinwu Dianxia, but I used my own sword. Since you want to taste the power of Jinwu Dianxia, then I will satisfy you."

As he spoke, he withdrew the golden, glittering sword in his hand, pulled another identical golden sword from his sleeve, and said, "This one is the real Jinwu Sword."