Yang Hao felt an intense heat surging through his body. He could sharply sense every single cell in his body expanding violently. He had never experienced anything like this before. His sense of touch became incredibly acute, and his power surged rapidly, a surge that even the most potent pills could not induce. Yang Hao’s unprecedented grief propelled him into an unprecedented realm.
At the same time, one of the five flying swords stuck in his back underwent a strange transformation. This was a golden short sword, one of Yang Hao’s five flying swords, though it had never been properly used. Yet at this moment, as all of Yang Hao’s strength, even the power stored deep within his soul, violently converged, this golden sword broke free and soared into the sky. The short sword shot straight up, leaving behind a golden rainbow. The brilliant beam of light lingered for a long time, as if a golden sword had been erected between heaven and earth.
Hun Yuanzi cried out in astonishment, “Sword Heart!!! Sword Heart!!! This short sword is actually the Sword Heart!!!”
The Sword Heart is something every sword immortal dreams of possessing, for it is no longer merely a sword—it is the soul of a sword. Even those who have reached the level of sword immortal do not all possess a Sword Heart. While obtaining a sword is easy, giving a sword a soul requires both arduous cultivation and rare fortune.
Some flying swords may possess immense power, but they remain lifeless. However, once a sword gains a Sword Heart, it becomes like a spirit, possessing life and loyalty, ready to share life and death with its master, and appearing at the most critical moment.
The greatest sword immortals in history were all accompanied by Sword Hearts that never left their sides. Only by cultivating the Sword Heart to the point of inseparability can one wield it as effortlessly as an extra, nimble arm.
At this moment, Yang Hao’s Sword Heart made its first appearance. Although this golden short sword had been with Yang Hao for a long time, it had always been unremarkable, never revealing the power of a Sword Heart. If not for Yang Hao’s shattered heart and mind triggering his body’s potential, the Sword Heart would never have emerged.
After soaring high into the sky, the Sword Heart suddenly plummeted back down. The once short and sturdy sword now returned as a transparent blade, directly piercing into Yang Hao’s body. Yet Yang Hao’s entire focus was fixed on Wang Tao, and he felt absolutely nothing.
In a nearly frenzied state, Yang Hao’s eyes seemed ready to spurt blood. After merging with the Sword Heart, golden light began to radiate from his body in streams, naturally flowing out as if his body were overflowing with the Sword Heart’s energy.
“Ahhhh!!!” Yang Hao roared again, and to everyone’s shock, his entire body lifted into the air. No one knew where this power came from, but this flight defied all concepts of physics and gravity. In midair, he strangely accelerated, like a cannonball flying from a gun barrel, rushing straight toward Wang Tao.
Yang Hao’s power was immense. This strike was nearly the culmination of all the energy he could gather. With such force, he could kill powerful opponents like Jin De or other swordsmen from the swordsman corps. However, defeating Wang Tao was not so simple.
For on Wang Tao’s body, the thermonuclear shield was still active. Infinite nuclear energy transformed into a protective barrier, capable of blocking any attack. In the face of this cold technology, Yang Hao’s strength still seemed pitifully weak—far too weak.
But it was not only Yang Hao who had been deeply affected by the previous events. For Wang Tao, it had also been a heavy blow. Although the Shenlong Sword had destroyed Shi Ming’an beyond resurrection, Wang Tao had also lost his ancestral sword. This was no ordinary blade—it was as important to him as his own life. Watching helplessly as the sword turned to ashes in the fire filled Wang Tao with boundless despair. He could fail his imperial mission, he could suffer defeat, but if he lost this sword, everything would be over—his entire Wang family might be doomed.
Wang Tao could not afford the consequences of his family’s downfall, so he had to do something to ensure that the secret of the sword’s loss never reached outside ears.
Even Wang Tao himself didn’t fully understand what his ancestral sword meant to the Wang family, but when he received it, elders had warned him that if the sword were lost, the Wang family would perish—unless no one ever discovered this secret.
Thus, he activated the nuclear detonation device on his body.
Attached to Wang Tao’s body was a thermonuclear energy cell the size of a fingernail. The energy for the protective shield came from this cell. Once Wang Tao activated the nuclear detonation, ten seconds later, the thermonuclear device would trigger a powerful explosion. Although not as devastating as an interstellar nuclear cannon, this explosion would still be enough to destroy half of the palace and kill everyone present.
Though Wang Tao himself would not survive, at least the secret of the Wang family would be preserved. For the family, this was the only way to salvage the situation.
The nuclear detonation device would explode in ten seconds. There were no ridiculous countdown numbers, but Wang Tao counted silently to himself. He knew clearly that in a few seconds, everything would end. Nothing that happened in those few seconds could change the outcome. So even though he could already sense the approaching attack from behind, he made no move to dodge.
Wang Tao was absolutely certain that Yang Hao’s attack could not penetrate the thermonuclear shield. He even had the leisure to glance around. Around him, the royal guards stood helplessly, their armor and weapons already drained away. Empress Ming sat motionless on the ground, seemingly still unable to recover from the rapid series of events.
All of this was about to end. Everything would vanish in a flash of blinding white light. When the mushroom cloud rose, the royal family of this planet would be no more, and all of Wang Tao’s enemies would perish in an instant.
As Wang Tao thought this, he finally saw the white light he had anticipated. It was a pure, untainted white, so blindingly white that it made one tremble in fear. A white so absolute that it erased all memory, all thought.
He was finally dead. The future star of the Wang family, the swordsman filled with boundless ambition, had died—perished in his own sea of endless, blinding whiteness.
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