46: Chapter 46: A Complete Push!

Although it was just a very simple draw of the sword.

However.

That piercing sound of metal rubbing against metal seemed to drown out every other noise in the world!

A terrifying Sword Intent that could tear through the firmament and sever the earth erupted with a roar.

Without charging up, without any flashy Moves, and without even causing any phenomena of heaven and earth, General Chu Batian simply gripped his freshly unsheathed longsword and slashed downwards, extremely casually, at the mountain-protecting formation shrouding the Sword Pavilion below.

The action was simple, brutal, and direct.

Yet—

"Chila—!!!"

A streak of Sword Qi, whose brilliance and sharpness could not be described in words, burst forth from the tip of the sword!

Initially, it was only a few feet long, but the moment it left the sword, it surged against the wind, transforming into a terrifying streak of Sword Qi that spanned the horizon, reaching a length of one thousand meters!

Fast!

Fast enough to surpass the capture of vision!

Fierce!

Fierce enough to seem as if it would split the entire world asunder!

The thousand-meter Sword Qi, carrying General Chu Batian's battle-hardened, iron-blooded will of countless slain enemies, struck heavily against the Sword Pavilion's prideful, millennia-old Legacy of a mountain-protecting formation with an unstoppable, crushing posture!

"Boom—!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar suddenly exploded!

The sound wave transformed into a visible shockwave, sweeping across all directions.

"Creak... crackle...!"

Following the loud noise was an incomparably clear, teeth-aching sound of shattering!

Amidst the dull, horrified, and incredulous gazes of everyone within the Sword Pavilion,

that mountain-protecting formation they regarded as their final barrier, the indestructible one, was like a sheet of glass struck by a heavy hammer; centered on where the Sword Qi landed, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly, instantly covering the entire formation!

Then...

"Bang—!"

It did not hold on for even a single breath.

Amidst an even more violent explosion, the Sword Pavilion's millennia-old mountain-protecting formation shattered instantly!

It turned into specks of light drifting across the sky, like a sorrowfully beautiful rain of light, quickly vanishing into thin air.

Beneath the rain of light,

lay the Sword Pavilion Holy Land, completely exposed to the Imperial Dynasty's military might, without any cover, along with the countless faces within the Sword Pavilion filled with shock, fear, bewilderment, and despair...

Silence.

Dead silence.

A dead silence even more complete than when the spatial passage had appeared earlier.

One sword strike!

Just a single sword strike!

The mountain-protecting formation they viewed as a barrier and relied upon as their backing was just... gone?

Could it be any more absurd...?

If the Emperor in the Imperial Palace was very powerful, that would be one thing.

But how is it that anyone who walks out now is so damn powerful?

Is this still the world they are familiar with?

How did it become so unfamiliar in the blink of an eye...?

Ancestor Qin Zhenyue opened his mouth, a "he-he" sound emerging from his throat, yet he could not utter a single word; his entire body's blood seemed to have frozen in that instant.

The Old Ancestor of the Qingyun Sword Sect even collapsed directly onto the ground with a "thud."

All the Disciples, Elders, and Sect Heads... were all dumbfounded.

Their final reliance, the last shred of luck remaining in their hearts, had turned into powder along with the shattering of that mountain-protecting formation.

General Chu Batian slowly sheathed his sword, the crisp "clack" sound appearing exceptionally piercing in the current dead-silent environment.

He looked down at the crowd below, who seemed to have had their Souls extracted, and finally, for the first time, spoke.

"By the decree of Your Majesty, we are to raze the Sword Pavilion and all other insubordinate forces!"

"Kill!"

General Chu Batian's cold word "Kill," like thunder from the Nine Heavens, instantly ignited the entire scene.

"Boom..."

Accompanied by a roaring sound.

Several Celestial Realm powerhouses behind General Chu Batian charged straight down, carrying the violent power of heaven and earth.

Their target was very clear.

It was those powerful high-ranking members standing in the most conspicuous places of the Sword Pavilion.

"Kill—!!!"

"Kill—!!!"

Accompanied by sounds of slaughter.

Five powerful figures appeared above Heavenly Sword Mountain in the blink of an eye, carrying the might of the heavens.

One must know.

How powerful Celestial Realm experts are.

Especially when several of them strike simultaneously.

Just the pressure of heaven and earth they emitted made countless ordinary Disciples and Elders unable to hold on.

"Ah... you daring brats!"

After seeing this scene.

Ancestor Qin Zhenyue exploded in anger; such a powerful offensive, once it descended, would surely cause heavy casualties among the high-ranking members of the various Sects around him.

As if by telepathy.

He and Ancestor Qin Poyue acted simultaneously, their Celestial Realm cultivation erupting with full force, transforming into two incomparably sharp Sword Qi auras that surged into the sky.

They had only one thought.

That was to desperately block this heaven-toppling strike!

It must be said that as Sword Cultivators, they truly possessed a sense of pride.

If it were anyone else.

Upon seeing the incomparably powerful strength of General Chu Batian and the others, they would likely have already knelt and surrendered!

But them.

They actually still had the courage to draw their swords; just for this point alone, they did not lose face for Sword Cultivators.

Unfortunately.

The gap in strength was ultimately huge.

The opponents were all iron-blooded commanders tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood; not to mention two against five, even one-on-one, they might not necessarily win.

The facts were indeed so.

Just upon the initial contact, Ancestor Qin Zhenyue and the other were sent flying, their swords broken.

They rushed up fast,

but flew back even faster!

"Bang... bang!"

Following two loud noises, two giant human-shaped craters appeared on the summit of Heavenly Sword Mountain...

And this was just the beginning!

Almost at the same time.

The dozens of Great Grandmaster Realm generals hovering in mid-air also moved!

Although they did not trigger any phenomena of heaven and earth, their actions were even more swift and ruthless!

Swooping down from different directions, they precisely pounced on the Elders and elite Disciples of the various Sects on Heavenly Sword Mountain who had stronger auras and were attempting to organize resistance!

Blade lights, sword shadows, fist auras, palm winds... instantly appeared all over Heavenly Sword Mountain!

Screams, roars, the clashing of weapons, and the explosions of True Qi wove together into a symphony of death.

These Great Grandmasters of the Imperial Dynasty were all elites who had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; they were rich in combat experience, possessed tacit coordination, and were decisive in slaughter, far incomparable to these Jianghu Martial Artists.

Upon the first contact.

A trend of crushing dominance was presented!

And on the ground.

A very shocking scene was also unfolding.

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Heavy, uniform footsteps were coming from the foot of the mountain!

One hundred thousand Guard Battalion soldiers.

With Heavenly Sword Mountain as the center, they formed a huge and tight encirclement.

They did not swarm up all at once, but instead, treading with steady, cold steps, like an iron hoop constantly tightening, they began from the foot of the mountain, compressing and clearing upwards, step by step, layer by layer!

Trees were pushed down, rocks were cleared away; anything that hindered their advance was completely cleared out.

When encountering sporadic resistance, what greeted them was ruthless volley fire from crossbows and slaughter by spears and shields.

Those who surrendered were quickly disarmed and taken into custody.

Those who resisted were instantly turned into mush.

The entire Heavenly Sword Mountain seemed to have turned into a giant millstone of flesh and blood.

The summit saw Celestial Realm and Great Grandmaster Realm experts conducting targeted elimination and fierce melees against the high-ranking members, while the middle layer saw Disciples of the various Sects fighting to the death in despair against the Imperial Dynasty's elite generals.

And the lower layer and the foot of the mountain saw the one hundred thousand-strong army advancing step by step, a torrent of steel crushing everything!

This was the power of the state machine.

Overbearing, steady, and unstoppable!