"I estimate that the body has already been disposed of."
Boom!
Shiao erupted with terrifying momentum, a crimson gleam flashing within his blue pupils.
"You said… my sister is dead?"
His cold voice spread like thunder.A violent gust of wind exploded outward—sweeping across a hundred meters—like the wrath of heaven descending upon the battlefield.
Arthur crossed his arms and sneered.
"What sister? That woman was stubborn. Even with ten silver nails driven through her fingers, she didn't make a sound. Tch… boring."
He licked his lips mockingly, savoring the memory.
"Die."
Shiao's suppressed rage finally ignited.He had grown up without a family. Only recently had he tasted the warmth of familial care—only to lose his sister to monsters like Arthur.
Arthur's vile words echoed in his mind.Images of his kind, gentle sister being tortured surged through him.
Anger consumed everything.
Buzzzz—Sensing its master's fury, the Golden Crow Sword trembled violently, its radiant light bursting forth.
Shiao gripped the sword tightly and stepped toward Arthur.Each step increased his aura, the pressure becoming suffocating.
Arthur's face twisted. He quickly raised his palm to launch an attack.
"Fiery Palm!"
A blazing, palm-shaped flame shot toward Shiao, striking him squarely.
Arthur burst into laughter—But the laughter died instantly.
The youth stood unharmed.Not even a speck of dust marred his white robe.
Arthur attacked again.And again.
None of it mattered.Nothing could halt Shiao's advance.
"H-How… how is this possible?!"
Panic seized him.
Shiao slowly raised the Golden Crow Sword.His robe fluttered despite the still air.Spiritual power surged into the blade.
The sword expanded.
Three meters.Ten meters.A hundred meters.
A colossal blade soared into the sky.
"D-Damn…"
Tens of thousands of soldiers froze mid-battle.Their heads lifted in unison, faces struck with disbelief.
The hundred-meter sword shimmered with mysterious colors, the blade glowing like a celestial artifact. A razor-sharp aura pierced the heavens—its pressure so immense that even Grandmasters miles away clutched their chests in pain.
This was not Grandmaster-level technique.This surpassed the realm of martial mastery entirely.
"A white-robed immortal…""A divine sword…""Is he… a god descending to the mortal world…?"
Shiao stared coldly at Arthur.
The giant sword descended.
CRAAAAAASH!
Even before it struck the ground, the overwhelming pressure shattered Arthur's bones.He collapsed, screaming.
Now he was afraid.Truly afraid.
This white-robed youth…He wasn't human.
Arthur fell to his knees, voice cracking.
"P-Please! Don't kill me! I—I'm willing to submit—"
Too late.
The colossal sword struck.
Arthur's body vanished instantly—obliterated beyond recognition.The ground split open into a hundred-meter chasm, the earth carved apart like paper.
With that single swing, thousands of enemy soldiers died instantly.
Unsatisfied, Shiao swept the blade horizontally.
Wherever the sword passed—Soldiers exploded into blood mist.Tanks and armored vehicles were sliced clean apart.Entire platoons ceased to exist.
The E-Army trembled in despair.
How could they fight a monster like this?
Several thousand soldiers weren't even enough for him to kill with one swing.
On the other side, the soldiers of HHA raised their arms in roaring triumph.Morale soared.The tide of battle reversed instantly.
Meanwhile, the remaining three superhumans stood frozen—staring at Shiao as if he were a god of slaughter. Their legs trembled uncontrollably.
Shiao turned his head toward them.His gaze was ice.He raised his sword again.
"You dared to harm my sister. All of you… will die."
Austin fell to his knees, drenched in cold sweat.
"S-Sir! W-Wait! General Sher isn't dead! She's still in our base! I can… I can take you to her!"
A flicker of clarity flashed through Shiao's crimson-tinted eyes.