Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 977 - 502: Sword Energy

Tie Dan always subconsciously believed that he was human.

This is quite normal because he is still young, and he has grown extraordinarily fast.

Because in this world, those who truly are not human are actually quite rare.

But sooner or later, eventually, or perhaps at this very moment, he would come to see it. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The Mountain Man can no longer be considered human.

Jiangdu was split open.

But this is just the beginning.

Because this strike was not made with a knife, nor a sword, but with sword energy.

If converted into the scientific side, it is equivalent to an extreme power particle beam weapon, conducting city-destroying strikes on a planetary scale, depositing an immense amount of energy on a super narrow path within a millisecond timescale. The simplest, most direct consequence is an explosion.

Alright, the following scene cannot be seen clearly with the human eye, so it must be viewed frame by frame with the eyes of a beast.

First comes the light.

In the initial moment, a blazing white sword light connecting heaven and earth, impossible to gaze at directly, seemed to slash through the city.

Then comes the heat.

All materials along the path of the sword energy — soil, rock, brick, steel, and human bodies — instantly turned to plasma under the billion-degree temperature, explosively vaporizing.

The energy released by this sword was equivalent to a small nuclear explosion concentrated on a line, producing a flash thousands of times brighter than the surface of the Sun, causing all life forms in the sword-slashed area to go blind instantly, or even self-ignite, turning the path cut by sword energy into an extended canyon of molten rock and flames stretching into the distance.

Next comes the Refining.

On the freshly cut, scorching sword mark, the energy released is equivalent to detonating a nuclear bomb with a yield of several million tons of TNT. The vaporized materials expand violently along the cut, creating an initial sword mark, with a devastating shockwave bursting to both sides, the forefront being a wall of destructive overpressure.

Tons of overpressure rush like a colliding Gang Fist, directly crushing all non-reinforced structures. Wooden houses turn to powder, brick walls collapse like building blocks.

Bricks and soil on the surface are entirely upheaved and torn apart, with debris from buildings and the surface accelerated to bullet or even cannonball speeds, becoming a storm of fragments sweeping everything away, hurling all crushed remnants, trees, cattle, horses, and bodies like trash for kilometers away.

A visible, semi-transparent spherical shockwave sweeps over the whole city from the cut like a tsunami on both sides. Wherever it passes, buildings don’t simply collapse but pulverize layer by layer and explode backward, making the ground like a ripped and shredded carpet.

Then comes Zhen.

After the shockwave, a scorching storm lasting several tens of seconds with a speed exceeding a hurricane envelops dust, debris, and flames, thoroughly cleansing the remains of the city.

At the same time, the immense energy injected underground triggers a high-intensity localized earthquake, causing cellars and foundations not directly destroyed by the shockwave to collapse, creating earth fissures throughout the city.

And at this moment, the deafening, world-shattering roar, as if the world itself was being torn apart, will resonate across the land, echoing through the Sky Dome.

Finally, what remains on the earth is a trench ten zhang wide, thirty zhang deep, filled with molten glass and plasma, cloaked in fire and sand, sinister and terrifying, with a sword scar so clear it can be seen from the Sky Dome above.

This sword, slashing from the southwest to the northeast, pierced through streets, vertically cut through the Xian and Jing Mountains, traversed the Ru and Han Rivers, circled Jiangdu over forty li, crushed everything with one sword, killing two hundred thousand and injuring countless others.

Tie Dan stood atop the clouds, looking down at the ferocious sword scar on the ground, gazing at the scattered maggots on the ruins.

Yes, those swept by the overpressure, naked, fragmented, littered all over, a pile here, a chunk there, strips of white carcasses.

Do they not resemble?

Humans are maggots.

"Are you Peng Qiao or Peng Zhi."

Tie Dan turned around and saw an old Taoist in a green robe standing behind him.

This man had a child’s face with hair like a crane, appearing like any old man you might see, dressed with utmost simplicity, his Daoist robe and shoes indistinguishable from common trash, at a glance just a wandering Wild Taoist, leaving no trace to be seen and no cause to reckon with, so much so that a slight distraction would make it impossible to notice him standing right before you.

And the old Taoist was also looking at Tie Dan.

Unrecognizable, devoid of any human semblance.

Although Tie Dan had already prepared to escape during the confrontation, despite being spared a direct slash from the sword energy thanks to a "thank you," the sword approached too fiercely, too powerful, too ruthless, that Tie Dan couldn’t completely evade unscathed.

Exposed to the sword light, his Dao Body shattered halfway, the front of his face melted, the front half of his body carbonized, veins wounded by sword power, Blood Jade Divine Skill too slow to mend, flesh still a layer of writhing red mucus.

The back half erupted on emergency, revealing Yazi’s form, sprouting countless tentacles from his nape, magical eyes opened wide, fierce gazes glaring all around, beast eyes locking tightly onto the old man.

"It doesn’t matter..."

The old Taoist spread out his palm,

"Hand it over."

Tie Dan followed his gaze, slowly raising his hand, looking at the two halves of a Jade in his hand, a segment of Jade Pendant, suddenly grinning, swallowing it all.

Upon seeing this, the old Taoist remained expressionless, retracting his hand within his sleeve,

"Very well, let’s have a duel."

"Swoosh——!"

"Whosh——!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

In an instant, a hundred beams of sword light from the Yazhi Pupil Sword shattered the old Taoist’s afterimage. However, he had already vanished in a split second, like a bundle of light spears piercing through the shimmering reflection on a lake surface.