65: Chapter 65 A Myriad of Swords Return to Their Origin? Thirty Thousand Depleted Uranium Armor-Piercing Rounds Per Minute Will Teach You a Lesson

"Full volley, fire."

As Gu Changan's finger descended, the camouflage over Yanjing City was completely ripped away.

Beside the Third Ring Road, the top floors of several seemingly ordinary office buildings exploded outward in all directions, revealing the ferocious steel behemoths hidden within.

These were not central air conditioning units, but the land-based improved version of the domestic 1130 Close-In Weapon System.

In the park, several rockeries collapsed with a roar as hydraulic rods pushed massive launchers to rise slowly, the pitch-black muzzles of the six-barreled rotary cannons pointing straight at the firmament.

On the streets, special vehicles originally disguised as water trucks and delivery vans quickly deployed their stabilizers, their cargo bays flipping over to reveal dense nests of micro-missile launchers.

In an instant, the entire city transformed from a bustling metropolis into a steel fortress armed to the teeth.

High in the sky, Sect Leader Xuanjizi looked down at the countless black dots that had suddenly appeared, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Do you really think mere Mortal iron and common tools can block this seat's Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Origin?"

He violently swung his right hand down, forming a sword seal.

"Fall!"

The ten thousand Flying Swords hovering in the air seemed to receive a decree; accompanied by piercing shrieks, they transformed into a golden rainstorm, pouring down toward the city below.

Each sword was imbued with enough Spiritual Qi to pierce through tank armor.

In the understanding of a Cultivator, no matter how strong a Mortal's weapons might be, they were merely throwing stones to test the path and could never break through the defense of a Spiritual Artifact-level Flying Sword.

However, the next second, reality dealt them a resounding slap in the face.

"Hum——!!!"

A low-frequency humming sound, even more terrifying and intense than the whistling of swords, resonated across the heavens and earth.

That was the sound of hundreds of Close-In Weapon Systems firing simultaneously.

The 1130 Close-In Weapon Systems, with a firing rate of up to eleven thousand rounds per minute, spat out tongues of fire several kilometers long.

Millions of tungsten-cored armor-piercing discarding sabot rounds wove together in the air to form an airtight net of fire, surging upward and crashing head-on into the sky-filling rain of swords.

This was not a battle.

This was a one-sided slaughter.

"Clang, clang, clang——!!!"

The dense sound of metal striking metal merged into one, so piercing it made one's teeth ache.

Those life-bound Flying Swords, which the Cultivators treated as their own lives and had refined for hundreds of years, were as fragile as glass toys in the face of 30mm tungsten-cored armor-piercing shells.

There was no suspense.

The very moment they made contact, the first wave of three thousand falling Flying Swords was blasted to pieces in mid-air by the violent metal storm.

Broken sword blades and shattering Spiritual Qi light, mixed with shell casings, fell from the sky like scrap metal.

An Elder dressed in a green robe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure swaying violently in the air.

"My Azure Underworld Sword! This... how is this possible?!"

He looked in horror at the remaining half of the broken sword in his hand.

That was a Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact forged from ten-thousand-year cold iron! How could it have been riddled with holes by the iron gadgets of a Mortal?

Before he could recover, the dense barrage had already swept onto his Protective Aura.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The impact force of hundreds of rounds per second caused that layer of seemingly indestructible Spiritual Qi shield to ripple violently, emitting the cracking sounds of being overwhelmed.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!"

Another Elder shrieked, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the roar of the artillery fire.

Inside the command hall, Gu Changan watched the light spots on the screen dodging in panic.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, his expression as calm as if he were watching a fireworks show.

"Barrage coverage is ninety-eight percent, interception rate is one hundred percent."

The technician beside him reported excitedly, "Team Leader, the flight paths of these Cultivators are too straight; they don't understand evasive maneuvers at all. They are simply living targets!"

Gu Changan set down his teacup and said coldly, "They are used to being high and mighty; they never thought that the ants on the ground could bite."

He turned his head to look at another console, "Has the laser array finished charging?"

"Charging complete! Ready to fire at any time!"

"Then don't let them jump anymore." Gu Changan adjusted his tie. "Clear them out."

High in the sky, Sect Leader Xuanjizi watched his pride-and-joy sword formation being torn to shreds, his face looking ugly to the extreme.

But he was, after all, a powerful being at the half-step Soul Transformation stage, and the astonishment in his eyes was quickly replaced by violence.

"Good! A truly capable Mortal dynasty!"

Sect Leader Xuanjizi laughed out of extreme rage, the Spiritual Qi around his body surging crazily as he forcibly expanded a vacuum Domain with a diameter of a hundred zhang amidst the dense rain of bullets.

"All Elders, heed my order! Although these hidden weapons are dense, their power is limited! Raise your Protective Aura and charge down with me!"

"As long as we get close, these Mortals will be lambs waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Kill!!"

The remaining nine Elders heard the command and forcibly suppressed the surging blood and Qi within their bodies.

Their various defensive Magic Treasures shone brightly as they braced against the hail of bullets to force a breakthrough.

Just then, on the towers surrounding Yanjing, several devices that looked like astronomical telescopes suddenly lit up.

There was no sound.

There was no warning.

And there was no ballistic trajectory.

Light is the fastest weapon in the world.

When you see it, you are already dead.

"Shoo——"

Dozens of high-energy laser beams, almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, instantly sliced through the air.

The two Golden Core Stage Elders charging at the very front still maintained their forward-charging posture, but their Protective Aura melted away instantly like snow under the sun.

Immediately following was their flesh.

Even a body tempered by Spiritual Qi for hundreds of years, possessing an indestructible diamond-like physique, was no different from a thin sheet of paper in the face of megawatt-class strategic laser weapons.

They didn't even have time to scream.

A large hole appeared instantly in their chests, shining through from front to back.

The wounds were charred black, and even the blood was instantly vaporized by the high temperature generated.

"Third Brother! Fifth Brother!!"

An Elder following closely behind only felt a blur before his eyes, and his two companions were gone just like that, without a sound.

That was disappearance in the physical sense.

Before he could react to what kind of Demonic Technique this was, a scorching beam of light swept directly across him.

His head, still maintaining an expression of terror, slid off his neck, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

This was not a battle at all.

This was a dimensional-reduction strike.

Whatever movement techniques, escape arts, or predictions they had were all a joke in the face of light-speed attacks.

In less than three short seconds, of the ten Elders who had charged down with such menacing Aura, only four remained struggling to hold on.

The other six had all fallen; not even their Nascent Souls could escape, as they were burned into nothingness along with their Divine Souls by the high-energy lasers.

A rain of blood began to fall in the sky.

It was the blood of Cultivators.

Every drop that landed on the ground seemed to be the greatest mockery of these so-called "Immortals."

"No... impossible..."

Sect Leader Xuanjizi froze in mid-air, his whole body trembling.

He looked at the empty sky around him, looked at those fellow disciples who had been instantly vaporized, and an unprecedented chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to his crown.

What kind of power is this?

There is no Spiritual Qi fluctuation, no operation of magic arrays, and not even any Killing Intent can be felt.

What kind of forbidden power have these Mortals mastered?!

Inside the command hall, Gu Changan watched the twisted and distorted face of Sect Leader Xuanjizi on the screen, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold arc.

He picked up the microphone, and his voice spread throughout the city via the broadcast again.

"It seems that the Immortal techniques you are so proud of cannot even block our flashlights."

"Sect Leader Xuanjizi, I gave you a chance to surrender."

Gu Changan's voice had not a trace of fluctuation, just like a judge reading out a final verdict.

"Now, in accordance with the 'Anti-Terrorism Law,' our side will take necessary measures to execute the remaining terrorists on the spot."

He turned around and looked at the red safety cover behind him, inside which was a black button marked with a nuclear radiation symbol.

"Send the 'package' up. Let this Old Ancestor see what the radiance of human truth is."