330: Chapter 330 The Heavenly-grade Magic Artifact Broken?

A boastful smile curled on Shen Guhong's lips. Without a word, the Demonic Qi around him surged abruptly, and the vast magic power within his body poured into the gale blade in his hand like a rising tide.

In an instant, the spiritual light of the gale blade grew even more dazzling. The translucent white blade took on a faint golden glow, and the runes on its surface swirled frantically, emitting a subtle hum. A Pressure even more terrifying than before erupted from the blade, sweeping in all directions.

Qin Changsheng, far away in the small courtyard, observed everything through Wang Cheng's Divine Sense.

His eyes were filled with a peculiar expression.

This was because this Low Grade heaven-grade magical tool, the gale blade, was merely a treasure that had been Repaired once.

After Shen Guhong finished showing it off, the gale blade would completely shatter and be reduced to scrap metal.

When that time came, Shen Guhong's expression would surely be quite the sight.

“Ha!” Shen Guhong gave a low shout, his arm suddenly exerting force as he gripped the gale blade and slashed fiercely toward the mountain peak ahead.

The movement was clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, carrying the full force of his magic power.

In the next instant, a dazzling translucent white saber light erupted from the gale blade, instantly expanding into a massive blade of light hundreds of feet long. The saber light was sharp and biting cold, surrounded by golden spiritual light and black Demonic Qi. Carrying a terrifying Pressure that could destroy heaven and earth, it roared toward the towering mountain peak like a lurking Dragon.

Wherever the saber light passed, the air was torn asunder, producing a piercing shriek. The surrounding ancient trees were swept up by the Saber Qi, snapping in half instantly and turning into a flurry of wood chips, while even the ground was gouged with a deep trench.

All the Yao Race experts present were pinned down by this terrifying Pressure. Their bodies involuntarily retreated dozens of steps, their faces pale and their breathing ragged, not even possessing the courage to look directly at that saber light.

This was the power of a heaven-grade magical tool; the Pressure emitted by the saber light alone was enough to crush every Yao Race expert present.

Shen Bing's body trembled slightly as she subconsciously circulated her magic power to resist the Pressure, her eyes fixed on the massive saber light with shock. Gou Feng also cast aside his rough demeanor, his expression grave and teeth clenched. Only by frantically surging his Demonic Qi was he barely able to steady himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had never seen such terrifying power. Was this the true power of a heaven-grade magical tool?

If they had this terrifying heaven-grade magical tool, they could easily break through the Human Race's northern defenses.

“Boom—!” A deafening roar instantly resounded throughout the Yao Race's Back Mountain. The earth shook violently, as if it were about to be torn apart by this force.

The massive saber light, hundreds of feet long, slammed into the mountain peak without any resistance. Like cutting through tofu, it instantly sliced the cloud-piercing peak in half.

The top of the mountain peak instantly turned into a shower of rubble under the impact of the saber light. Accompanied by rolling dust, it crashed down, the smoke and dust filling the air and obscuring half the sky.

In just a single moment, that towering and indestructible mountain peak was completely leveled by the saber light, leaving only a patch of bare ground and scattered rubble. The scene was utterly shocking.

As the roar faded and the dust began to settle, a brief silence returned to the Back Mountain.

All the Yao Race experts stood frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the scene before them. Their expressions were filled with shock, awe, and amazement, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

“It's... it's gone... That mountain peak is actually gone?”

“This heaven-grade magical tool is simply too strong!”

“With this gale blade, even Sect Leader Xuanyangzi would be no match for the Sect Head!”

“Our Yao Race can definitely dominate the Southern Region!”

Everyone finally reacted, bowing in unison and shouting together. Their voices echoed through the Back Mountain, filled with immense awe and worship.

Even those Elders who usually refused to submit to Shen Guhong lowered their heads one after another.

Hearing the congratulations of these people, Shen Guhong also burst into loud laughter.

He believed that with this heaven-grade magical tool, the gale blade, he could definitely dominate the Southern Region with ease.

But at that moment, a clear and piercing 'crack' suddenly broke through the clamor of the Back Mountain and reached everyone's ears.

The sound was crisp and abrupt, like jade shattering, and was clearly audible.

Shen Guhong's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

He didn't know who had broken something to make such a noise at his moment of greatest triumph.

He was just about to speak when he noticed that the awe of the crowd had vanished. The previously fanatical Yao Race experts were now all frozen in place.

Their gazes, like spotlights, fell in unison upon his hand. Their eyes were complex, filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of subtle panic.

“What's going on?” Shen Guhong became even more confused.

He didn't understand at all why everyone was looking at his heaven-grade magical tool with such expressions.

Shen Guhong subconsciously followed their gazes and looked down at his own hand.

With one look, his entire body jolted. His pupils shrank violently, and the expression on his face instantly froze. All his smugness and pride were extinguished like a fire doused with cold water, vanishing in an instant.

A deep crack had appeared on the previously translucent and dazzling blade of the gale blade in his hand. The crack spread from the middle of the blade like a hideous giant snake, running through the entire weapon.

The 'crack' from before was precisely the sound of the blade breaking. At this moment, the crack continued to spread, accompanied by a faint sizzling sound. The spiritual light on the blade's surface dimmed at a visible rate, and the previously vast Spiritual Qi and sharp saber momentum dissipated rapidly like a receding tide.

“No... impossible!” Shen Guhong cried out in shock, his voice carrying a subtle tremble. The gale blade in his hand shook slightly as he gripped it tightly, as if he couldn't believe his own eyes.

“This is a heaven-grade magical tool! How could it possibly break?”

Shen Guhong absolutely refused to believe this was real.

He was counting on this heaven-grade magical tool to break through the Human Race's northern defense line.

He was counting on this heaven-grade magical tool to dominate the Southern Region.

But now, after using it only once, the Magical Artifact had shattered?

In the next moment, another crisp 'crack' sounded. The crack running through the blade split completely, and the gale blade instantly snapped in two. The upper half of the blade slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a 'clang,' emitting a sharp sound. The once brilliant spiritual light was completely extinguished, and it was reduced to a broken piece of scrap metal, no longer possessing even a hint of a heaven-grade magical tool's aura.

Shen Guhong's face instantly turned as pale as paper, without a trace of color. His brow was tightly knit, his eyes filled with unbelievable panic and fury, and the Demonic Qi around him suddenly became violent.

His face no longer held its previous majesty, but was instead filled with extreme anger and fluster.

He stared fixedly at the half-broken gale blade in his hand, his body trembling slightly, and his entire aura became chaotic.

This was a heaven-grade magical tool he had spent a fortune to buy from a mysterious person. It was his capital for showing off and the supreme treasure upon which he had pinned the hopes of the Yao Race's rise. Yet after only one use, it had completely broken and turned into scrap metal!

This sudden turn of events was like a bolt from the blue, slamming into his heart and causing him to fall from the clouds to the bottom of a valley in an instant. All his pride and aspirations vanished like bubbles.

The Back Mountain fell into a dead silence once more, a silence even more suffocating than when the mountain peak was split open.

The Yao Race experts all stared dumbfounded at the half-broken gale blade in Shen Guhong's hand, their hearts filled with confusion and panic.

How could a heaven-grade magical tool be so fragile?

To break completely after just one use?

At this moment, Shen Guhong's face also turned completely pale.

Because that heaven-grade magical tool had been purchased using the military pay from the Yao Race's front lines.

If he could have used that heaven-grade magical tool to split open the northern defenses,

Then the Yao Race's army could have entered the Human Race's heartlands to burn, kill, and pillage, and those Yao Race experts wouldn't have cared about the military pay at all.

But now that the heaven-grade magical tool had broken, it would be very difficult for them to break the northern defenses in the short term.

If the army on the front lines ran out of military pay, they would surely mutiny.

At the same time, Shen Guhong felt an intense hatred for the mysterious person who had sold him this exorbitantly priced magical tool.

If that mysterious person hadn't given him this damaged, exorbitantly priced magical tool, how could he have possibly diverted the front-line military pay?