All of a sudden, a star in the night sky became extremely bright.
A straight light beam full of destructive energy broke through the clouds and fog and landed on an iron broadsword on the street in the residential area.
Whoosh!!! The air waves spread out, and the smoke and dust rose up slightly.
Cao Yuan's trousers were torn to shreds, and his shoes sank deep into the ground.
The light didn't have such a force.
It was the weight of the iron broadsword.
When the light landed on the surface of the iron broadsword, it was like a drop of water falling on a rock. Countless light rays shot out in all directions, illuminating the entire street instantly.
The bloody fog had already faded away. The faces of those who had died in various postures could be seen clearly, including those familiar faces and those unfamiliar faces …
Cao Yuan pulled back the iron broadsword and looked at the middle-aged man, devoid of his usual mild expression.
The fleet that came to the No. 3 Forward Base for the mission that night had the most advanced and advanced battleships in the Federation of the Milky Way, which were equipped with powerful laser cannons; but they were blocked by Cao Yuan with a seemingly ordinary iron broadsword.
Yet, the middle-aged man didn't show any fear. "Don't blame me; it was you who intended to kill me first," he said with a faint smile.
Cao Yuan didn't say anything while looking at him.
The middle-aged man thought of a possibility and asked while pointing to the corpses on the street, "Are some of your acquaintances among them?"
"They're my companions," said Cao Yuan.
"Regardless of whether you're an ascendant or a cocoon breaker, you're still a fairy man. But … you dug the mine with these ants and called them your companions."
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "You have to understand that we are your companions."
Shaking his head, Cao Yuan said, "Companions aren't determined by their abilities. Even if I didn't know them, you couldn't kill them."
"It's true that I don't want to waste my time here; but you can consider this as a part of the test."
The middle-aged man put on his glasses and continued, "The threat of the Sea of Dark Matter is too great. It's permissible to sacrifice people if necessary. To say nothing of the hundreds of people who died tonight, the people of a whole planet can be sacrificed at some critical moments. You have to accept this to pass the test."
"A whole planet?" pressed Cao Yuan.
"That's right. It has indeed happened. Don't look at me like that. It's not my doing. I don't have that much power. " The middle-aged man said with a faint smile, "Don't be too pessimistic. The biggest advantage of this world is the large number of people, much more than in Chaotian. As long as we can wipe out those monsters, it's not a big deal to die some people."
"Are you the Immortal Chi Song?" Cao Yuan suddenly asked.
The middle-aged man stopped smiling and asked, "You know me?"
Cao Yuan said, "I've heard of your name in Chaotian."
The middle-aged man felt surprised, exclaiming, "I'm afraid that tens of thousands of years have passed in Chaotian, but my name is still being passed down."
Cao Yuan said, "You are the founding grandmaster of the Bloody Demon Church and the most outstanding demonic swordsman in history. Your disciples have done all kinds of evil deeds in Chaotian; who can forget your name?"
The middle-aged man didn't get angry when he was accused of being evil. Instead, he smiled and said proudly, "I see. How is the Blood Demon Church now?"
"The Bloody Demon Church was wiped out by the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School more than one thousand years ago. None of your disciples and disciples survived, so the inheritance of the Bloody Demon Church was cut off."
Cao Yuan continued while looking at him, "Oh, no. A highly talented disciple of the Bloody Demon Church survived and hid in the back mountain of Cloud-Dream Mountain. Many people speculated that if he could master the Heavenly Demon Scripture, he might be able to rebuild the former glory of the Bloody Demon Church. Unfortunately, your disciple had lived like a dog for a long time, and he was killed by an outstanding woman in Zhaoge City more than one hundred years ago. He really looked like a dog when he died."
Cao Yuan said this with a serious expression on his face, speaking very slowly, one word at a time.
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man laughed again, saying, "You're very angry at the moment, so you want to make me feel uncomfortable. The problem is that the story is not good enough. As my disciple and highly talented, how could he be killed by a woman?"
Cao Yuan said, "Like I said, she was an outstanding woman, more powerful than me, and much more powerful than you."
The middle-aged man stopped smiling, and said calmly while looking at Cao Yuan, "If you want to pass my test, you'd better pay attention to your manners toward the seniors."
"Without a test and no seniors, it's like there is no fairy world."
Cao Yuan raised the iron broadsword and pointed it at him, saying, "I'll kill you today, and then I'll go kill the person you said destroyed that planet."
"You're really a naïve child. Of course … you're indeed very powerful."
Looking at the ordinary iron broadsword, the middle-aged man sighed, "I'm not confident that I can defeat you; so I don't want to take the risk."
"Do you know anything about the Sea of Dark Matter?" He suddenly asked, "This planet has already been contaminated by the darkness. If it's allowed to develop, it will become a dead planet and then a Mother Nest."
"I know," said Cao Yuan.
The middle-aged man continued, "Can you calculate how large the passage of the dark matter in this space joint is based on the current rate of contamination?"
After a moment of silence, Cao Yuan said, "Seventy times two times 6.99."
"Believe me, the engineers of the fleet can calculate it more accurately than you can, and they can locate it more accurately."
The middle-aged man went on with a faint smile, "But you can calculate what it will take to seal off the passage of the dark matter."
Cao Yuan said while staring into his eyes, "There are two living quarters in this area."
"Therefore, the people on this street, including your so-called partners, will die tonight," said the middle-aged man. "You shouldn't blame me."
Cao Yuan said, "I can seal off the passage of the dark matter, and I can spare your life, as long as you cancel the order."
"I believe you have the ability to do so, but your ability should be used in more important areas, not to seal off such a small passage."
The middle-aged man continued, "It's your turn to make a choice. Kill me? Save those people? Or come with me? "
As he said this, the lights of the three battleships glowed faintly and then went out abruptly.
The starlight illuminated ten dark specks in the night sky.
Each of the dark specks was a nuclear bomb.
Cao Yuan dashed toward the place where the nuclear bombs would land without a second thought.
The middle-aged man flew toward the battleships in the night sky with his hands folded behind his back, paying no more attention to Cao Yuan. His words echoed in the street full of corpses.
"If you don't die tonight because of your stupidity, follow me."
As Cao Yuan's observer, he had been observing this broadsword man for a long time, so he knew what choice he would make.
He didn't like Cao Yuan's way of doing things. If he had his way, he would have killed Cao Yuan outright; but that person didn't agree.
He felt relieved that Cao Yuan had brought about his own death tonight; otherwise, he would feel uneasy to be a partner of such a good person in the future.
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… …
The middle-aged man returned to the battleship and turned around to look at the ground.
This place was too far away from the ground, so he couldn't hear the explosions, no matter how loud they were; but the scene was still clear.
Ten mushroom clouds rose up at the same time, looking like the fast-forward scenes of real mushrooms growing in a documentary.
It took a while for the light rays to penetrate the thick dark clouds and reach the surface of the ground. It looked beautiful, and one could imagine how high the temperature was.
The nuclear bombs couldn't deal a fatal blow to the ascendants, because the speed at which they were deployed was not fast enough; but what if that person was stupid enough to enter the explosion range?
The middle-aged man still couldn't figure out what those orthodox Cultivation practitioners were thinking. As he was about to go to bed while shaking his head, he suddenly saw a scene through the corner of his eye, exclaiming with a slightly changed expression, "What the hell is that?"
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… …
Before the nuclear bombs landed, Cao Yuan came to a residential area.
How could he save those crew members and the regular people who knew nothing?
Because of the alarm, most of the people had come to the street, but they had no idea that ten death gods were falling down from the sky.
Cao Yuan had only enough time to do one thing, which was to wield his broadsword four times.
The first two broadswords slashed along the two sides of the street until they reached the deep part of the ground.
The next two broadswords slashed horizontally, pushing the rocks and soil in the ground to the two sides.
As a result, the whole street and the people on the street fell to the ground.
The nuclear bombs were about to reach them. Those people would be killed by the endless light and heat even though they were in the ground and had no shelter.
Even though the iron broadsword could be enlarged, it could be placed in the small temple in White Town; but how could it block such a large pit?
At the last moment, Cao Yuan lay down on the pit.
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… …
After a long while, the smoke had finally dispersed, and the terrifying light and heat had gradually diminished.
A huge figure stood up amidst the thin smoke along with the rumbling sounds, which sounded like a collapsing mountain.
The surface of his huge body was covered with black ash, and the terrible wounds on his body were bleeding slowly. He looked like a Buddha who had been severely weathered.
The blood was golden in color.
If he didn't have the golden body, he would have turned into ashes by now.
Even so, he had suffered a terrible injury, and his face was beyond recognition.
The neighborhood had been destroyed beyond recognition.
No, there was no neighborhood here.
All the buildings had collapsed, and the molten lava that had just solidified could be seen everywhere. The corpses that looked like charcoal looked even worse …
He couldn't save all of them.
All the people in that residential area must have been killed.
He stood in the ashes of the nuclear bombs while holding the iron broadsword and under the seemingly beautiful starry sky, pondering something with his head lowered.
The cries could be vaguely heard in the deep end of the underground.
He lifted his head and looked at the three battleships in the night sky, his face devoid of any emotion.
"If you don't die tonight because of your stupidity, come with me."
He still remembered what the middle-aged man said before he left.
"Okay, I'm coming."
He said this in his mind before he leaped up into the night sky.
No mushroom cloud was left here, and the starlight was exceptionally bright. His mottled and deformed face and the iron broadsword were illuminated.
The light of the broadsword illuminated the ocean of trees on the surface of this planet, looking like the Buddha light.
The iron broadsword pierced into the bottom of a battleship.
Cao Yuan walked forward while holding the hilt of the broadsword with his head lowered.
The iron broadsword pressed forward with an indomitable will.
He had become a Buddha as soon as he picked up the iron broadsword.
Instead of shouting angrily, the thunder boomed in the night sky.
Countless metal pieces shot out in all directions in the space along with a loud cracking sound.
A terrifying crack appeared on the surface of the battleship, growing longer and longer until the battleship was pierced through from head to tail.
Just like that, the warship was cut in half.
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This battleship had been hovering at the edge of the atmosphere, no matter when the laser guns were fired or when the nuclear bombs were fired. By the time the battleship was cut in half, it had already drifted back to the space. It was easy to imagine how powerful Cao Yuan's broadsword was.
It was soundless in the dark space. The distant permanent star shone on the broken battleship, the alloy pieces falling down like a still rainstorm, and the shocked expressions on the faces of the dead soldiers.
The entire scene looked like an oil painting. It was obviously the scene of destruction and death, but it gave off a feeling of holiness.
It was probably because the large Buddha holding the iron broadsword at the bottom of the battleship looked like a god in the religion.
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