章節 36: Chapter 36 The Descent of Doom
"If this is the case, then kill the Lord of the Thunder Country and his ilk."
Xia Chuan's gaze pierced through the distance, locking onto the sprawling camp of the Thunder Kingdom's army. Deep within the camp, the entire upper echelon—generals, strategists, and the Lord himself—sat comfortably in what they believed to be an impenetrable sanctuary.
"Fools." Xia Chuan's lips curled slightly. "Do they think a rear camp will shield them from me? In my eyes, their so-called safe haven might as well be a prison awaiting collapse."
He stroked his chin thoughtfully. A Primordial God shouldn't sully his hands dealing with mere mortals—doing so would be beneath his divine station.
"I'll use a stone. Why dirty my hands when a pebble can crush mountains?"
With that thought, Xia Chuan turned his gaze to his courtyard. His eyes landed on a massive decorative stone—half the height of a man, its weight substantial. Originally, it was placed as a symbol of serenity, but today, it would be reborn as a weapon of judgment.
Without hesitation, he grasped the stone.
Whoosh!
The bronze door on his body shimmered and swung open. With the casual grace of flicking dust from his robe, Xia Chuan hurled the massive rock into the portal, sending it crashing toward the miniature world.
Meanwhile, deep in the camp of the Thunder Kingdom, the air brimmed with arrogance and certainty. Seated atop lavish chairs and surrounded by fine tapestries, the leaders of the Thunder Kingdom plotted their next steps.
"How long do you reckon it will take to breach the Tang Kingdom's defenses?" The Lord of the Thunder Kingdom lounged comfortably, his voice dripping with disdain.
One general stepped forward with a smirk. "If the Tang Lord doesn't summon his world props, I give them an hour at best."
"An hour?" another laughed. "You overestimate them! Their soldiers are no match for our hardened warriors. Half an hour is more than enough to raze that city to the ground and drag the Tang Lord through its ruins."
"Exactly," another chimed in. "They're a joke, a ragged band playing at war. If we fail to conquer them in half an hour, we're unworthy of calling ourselves Thunder's elite."
Their laughter echoed through the camp, their confidence unshakable.
"Well said!" The Lord of Thunder Kingdom clapped his hands in approval, his mood soaring. As king, there was no greater pleasure than watching others toil and bleed while he reaped the rewards.
But just as his laughter reached its peak, his expression froze.
The air thickened. A sudden chill swept through the camp, and an indescribable sense of dread pierced his heart like a blade.
"What is this?!"
Before he could finish the thought, the world prop Thor's Hammer on his body trembled violently—an ominous omen of what was to come.
"Damn it, an enemy is coming!"
The Lord of the Thunder Kingdom roared, his voice trembling, and his entire body seized by an unprecedented terror. It was as though every cell in his being screamed in warning, a harbinger of doom unlike anything he had ever felt.
In his decades of life—on countless battlefields, amidst blood and fire—he had never faced such a suffocating crisis. The shadow of death loomed so vividly that it felt as if his very soul teetered on the brink of obliteration.
Boom!
Without hesitation, he seized Thor's Hammer. Purple lightning erupted from his body in a frenzy, crackling like a storm born of rage. In an instant, the entire barracks shattered into oblivion—the tents, the furniture, even the earth itself disintegrated into dust.
"Your Majesty! What happened?!"
The gathered generals and warriors were thrown into chaos, their faces pale with shock. None could comprehend the sight before them: their mighty king—unshakable, undefeatable—now standing amidst destruction, his face drained of color and eyes filled with dread.
The Lord of Thunder Kingdom gripped Thor's Hammer tighter, his voice low and grim.
"I can feel it—my death draws near. This is the sixth sense of an extraordinary warrior. There's no mistaking it."
Those words struck the crowd like a thunderclap.
The sixth sense of an extraordinary warrior?
Expressions turned ghastly, their faces twisted with disbelief. They all knew the power of an extraordinary warrior, revered not only for their unmatched abilities but for the legendary sixth sense—a divine instinct that allowed them to foresee mortal danger.
It was said that at the pinnacle of martial arts, a warrior's senses transcended the physical realm. Like a cicada foreseeing the autumn wind, danger could never creep unnoticed upon an extraordinary warrior. This very instinct had saved the Lord of Thunder Kingdom countless times.
And yet, now, amidst an army of tens of thousands—layer upon layer of guards—his instinct screamed of imminent death.
"Your Majesty, this cannot be…"
Even the other extraordinary warriors present, men whose strength rivaled the king's, turned pale. Though they lacked world props, their martial cultivation was no less profound. And now, they too could feel it—that invisible pressure, like a hand of fate clamping down upon their throats.
"It's here…" one whispered hoarsely.
"We feel it too."
The realization spread like a contagion. This lifeless aura that gnawed at their spirits was no illusion.
"Damn it!" The Lord of Thunder Kingdom cursed, his teeth grinding audibly. "What trick has Tang Guo played? What weapon could force us to this state?!"
Confusion turned to rage, and yet deep down, the unease only worsened. To be cornered by a kingdom they had considered weak—a mere stepping stone—was an insult beyond measure.
Then it happened.
"Look!"
A sudden scream tore through the air, jagged and raw, as though the man's soul was being ripped apart. A general pointed upward, his body trembling, his hair standing on end.
"A meteor! A meteorite is falling from the heavens—toward us!"
Time seemed to freeze. All heads turned to the sky.
High above, amidst the clouds, a massive shadow emerged—a stone, colossal and unyielding, hurtling down with blinding speed. Its surface burned crimson as it tore through the atmosphere, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The heavens themselves seemed to wail at its descent.
Doom had come.
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