jdhmnovel Chapter 363 Listening to the Chapter (Page 12)
Chapter 363 Listening to the Chapter (Page 12)
"Sword—fall!"
Zhou Ping's voice was very soft, yet it sounded like a final ultimatum before divine punishment descended upon the world.
In an instant——
boom--! ! !
The phantom of the giant sword that stretched across the sky finally slashed down!
Before the sword even arrived, space itself collapsed!
The atmosphere was forcibly cleaved open with a pitch-black crack, as if the sky had been torn open with a hideous wound, revealing the chaotic void behind it.
Wherever the sword passed, everything was annihilated, even light was swallowed up, leaving only pure destructive power to rage!
The Gate of the Underworld trembled violently, and the distorted faces of the dead on the door frame froze instantly before shattering into pieces like fragile porcelain.
The black mist surging out of the door was forcefully suppressed by the sword's momentum.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was gripping the entire Gate of the Underworld tightly—
Click!
The door has collapsed!
Countless dark cracks spread from the door frame to the entire giant door, and the Nine Nether Chains wrapped around it broke inch by inch, emitting a piercing metallic wail.
The giant ghostly hand that reached out from inside the door didn't even have time to struggle before it was reduced to ashes by the sword's force, leaving not even a trace behind!
Rumbling--
The earth is groaning!
Centered on the Gate of the Underworld, the ground within a radius of dozens of miles cracked like a spider web, and countless bottomless ravines spread wildly, as if the entire continent was trembling under this sword!
The distant mountain peaks were swept by the aftershocks and were flattened like tofu, with rubble flying everywhere and dust billowing into the sky!
剑落
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly narrowed his eyes, his dragon pupils reflecting the earth-shattering sword strike, and he almost stopped breathing.
His dragon wings trembled violently under the sword's force, his scales shattered one by one, and blood rained down.
He tried to retreat, but found that his body was locked by an invisible sword intent, and he couldn't move even a finger!
"One of the five strongest ceilings in human history... well deserved!"
He uttered those words with difficulty, his voice hoarse, filled with unprecedented shock.
"One word—powerful!"
Before the words were even finished, the sword's momentum had already arrived!
boom--! ! !
The Gate of the Underworld has shattered completely!
The endless black mist was purified by the sword light, turning into countless points of light that dissipated.
The entire door was like a sandcastle crushed by a tremendous force, turning to ashes under the sword's edge, leaving not even a trace!
Only the sword mark that pierced the sky remained in the world, lingering for a long time!
"Is...is this even human?!"
Baili Pangpang's eyes widened, his chin almost hitting the ground, and his entire body of fat trembled wildly under the residual force of the sword strike.
His pupils reflected the sword mark that pierced the heavens and the earth, as if even his soul had been cleaved in two.
"Terrifying! The Sword Saint is too strong, I need to cling to his coattails!"
He jolted awake, as if finally snapping out of his shock. Without a word, he knelt down with a thud, clasped his hands together, and frantically worshipped Zhou Ping, muttering incantations:
"Sword Saint, from now on you're my dad! Please carry me! Please protect me!"
Cao Yuan, standing beside him, had a twitching mouth and throbbing veins on his forehead, but his eyes were equally shocked and unfocused.
He stared intently at the sword mark that had not yet faded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"This... is this the power of the human ceiling?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of undisguised awe.
"One sword... to cleave the netherworld?!"
Lin Qiye remained silent, but his fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably.
His [Starry Night] ability was completely suppressed by the sword's momentum in that instant, and he couldn't even mobilize a single ray of starlight!
"The gap... is too big."
He murmured to himself, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of resentment.
An Qingyu stared intently at the sword mark, her eyes flashing with a frantic calculating light, as if trying to unravel the mystery of this sword strike.
But just moments later, a sharp pain shot through his brain, and blood gushed from his nose!
"No... We can't even do the deduction!"
He wiped the blood from his nose, shook his head with a wry smile.
"This sword strike... has transcended the scope of 'rules'!"
Shen Qingzhu didn't speak, but silently lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his eyes were filled with extremely complicated emotions amidst the swirling smoke.
"Damn... this is the real 'ceiling'."
He exhaled a smoke ring and cursed under his breath.
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The power of a sword is so terrifying!
The five people stood there, speechless for a long time.
At this moment, they finally understood—
What is... the strongest human being!
......
Training ground.
Sunlight streamed in through the high windows, falling on the floor and reflecting a near-mirror-like sheen.
"Shuh-huh--"
Zhou Ping held the mop, his movements steady and precise, each push and pull seemingly containing some mysterious rhythm.
Wherever the mop passed, the floor shimmered with a faint silver light, as if it had been repeatedly tempered by some invisible force, its texture gradually becoming as smooth and warm as jade, yet incredibly hard.
"Clap."
A drop of sweat slid down Zhou Ping's forehead and hit the floor with a crisp metallic clang before being absorbed by the floor without leaving a trace.
"hiss--"
Baili Pangpang's eyes widened, and his chin almost hit the ground.
He stretched out his chubby finger and carefully poked the floor. As soon as his fingertip touched it, he pulled it back abruptly, as if he had been burned.
"Holy crap! The polish! The texture!"
He shouted exaggeratedly, his voice echoing throughout the training ground.
"Sword Saint! You've cleaned so thoroughly! This floor is smoother than my face!"
Zhou Ping paused, his ears turning slightly red, and he coughed awkwardly.
"No...it's not for cleaning."
He explained in a low voice, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable seriousness.
"It's to prevent you from getting injured in the upcoming training."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the training ground was pushed open, and Cao Yuan, Lin Qiye, Jialan, An Qingyu, and Shen Qingzhu walked in one after another.
"Injuried?"
Cao Yuan raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the floor, his pupils shrinking slightly.
With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see the abnormality of the floor—it was not ordinary waxing at all, but rather it had been repeatedly tempered by some kind of terrifying sword energy, which had forcibly elevated the material to a level close to that of a divine weapon!
What are today's training sessions?
Lin Qiye stood with his hands in his pockets, his tone calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of wariness.
Zhou Ping put away the mop, stood up straight, glanced at everyone, and slowly spoke:
"This morning's training session is 'Sword Qi Tide'."
His voice was very soft, but it sent chills down everyone's spine!
"In a moment, I will use a tide of fine sword energy to surge into your minds like an ocean tide."
He raised his hand and tapped it lightly with his fingertips.
hum-
In an instant, the air in the entire training ground seemed to freeze for a moment. Then, countless thin sword energies appeared out of thin air, like dark currents in the deep sea, silently surrounding everyone.
"These sword energies will stimulate your spirit, forcing your consciousness to constantly resist and adapt."
Zhou Ping's voice remained calm, yet it sent chills down everyone's spines.
"All you need to do is stay as alert as possible."
He paused and added:
"This can quickly enhance your mental strength, increase your resistance, and activate your mental energy."
"but--"
His gaze suddenly sharpened.
"It will hurt a lot."
"It's very uncomfortable."
Before he could finish speaking, Baili Pangpang's face turned deathly pale, and his legs began to tremble.
"Wait! Sword Saint! This thing... won't it turn your brain into mush?!"
Zhou Ping's lips curled slightly, and a glint of sword light flashed in his eyes.
Just as everyone tensed up and their muscles stiffened, he seemed to suddenly remember something and slowly turned his head.
His gaze was like a sword, piercing straight at Zhang Yun, who was leaning against the corner of the wall.
"By the way, Zhang Yun."
The sound was as light as a feather, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds.
The air in the training ground seemed to freeze, as if solidified by the invisible sword intent.
"You don't need to participate."
Zhou Ping's tone was frighteningly calm, as if he were discussing today's weather.
But every word uttered sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
"You're too strong, there's no need for that."
"Ah..."
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, chuckled softly, a dark glint flashing in his dragon eyes.
He slowly pulled a video camera from his pocket and gently pressed the power button with his slender fingers.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." He leaned lazily against the wall, his camera pointed at the crowd, "perfect for recording everyone's wonderful performance."
"Om-"
A faint tremor suddenly sounded in the air.
Countless visible sword energies appeared out of thin air, like schools of piranhas in the deep sea, swimming around the group.
Each sword aura gleamed with a dangerous, cold light, as if it could easily tear apart the soul.
"Sword Qi Tide, begin."
Zhou Ping's voice had barely faded—
"boom!!"
The first wave of sword energy suddenly erupted! Tens of thousands of sword energies transformed into a silver torrent, sweeping over everyone.
The entire training ground was instantly engulfed by a blinding silver light, and the air was filled with a chilling tearing sound.
"Ahhhh——!"
Baili Pangpang let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
His fat trembled violently under the impact of the sword energy, and every inch of his skin felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time.
Even more terrifying is that these sword energies pierce through the flesh and strike deep into the soul!
Cao Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his veins were bulging.
He clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The forbidden power within his body went berserk under the stimulation of the sword energy, but was then firmly suppressed by an even stronger sword intent.
Lin Qiye knelt on one knee, veins bulging on his forehead.
His abilities were completely rendered ineffective by the tide of sword energy, making him like a small boat in a storm, which could capsize at any moment.
"Crack!"
An Qingyu's glasses suddenly shattered.
His pupils contracted violently, and his brain almost shut down under the impact of the sword energy.
My once-proud analytical skills are completely useless at this moment.
Shen Qingzhu's cigarette had long since fallen to the ground. He held his head in his hands, his knuckles white.
His usually carefree face was now filled with pain, and cold sweat rolled down his back like rain.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, leisurely adjusted the camera's focus, taking in the distorted expressions of everyone present.
A playful smile played on his lips, while a dangerous glint flashed in his dragon eyes.
"The second wave is coming!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, sang lazily as his long, slender fingers tapped lightly on the camera casing.
His dragon eyes reflected the pained and distorted faces of the crowd, and a dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.