Chapter 214: The Shattered Eardrum, The Heavenly Army Descends ( Bonus Dragon - IV )

Chapter 214: The Shattered Eardrum, The Heavenly Army Descends ( Bonus Dragon Chapter IV )

Across the vast area of the Cloudwater Continent, and even reaching the distant Sword Continent and Myriad Spirit Continent, the communication arrays of the great families, low to higher tier sects were lighting up like fireflies in the night.

Patriarchs, sect masters, and elders were frantically trying to contact their disciples and young masters, demanding to know their status and ordering them to activate the deepest defensive arrays.

But the reports coming back through the transmission jades were not what they expected.

"Patriarch! The Third Young Master and the elite guards... they aren’t activating the arrays!" a panicked voice echoed from a transmission jade in the Wang Family’s main hall.

"Then what are they doing?!" the Wang Patriarch roared as his face turned purple with anger. "Are they looting the treasury?!"

"N-no, Patriarch!" the disciple on the other end cried, his voice trembled with a mix of absurdity and terror. "They are... they are digging holes in the backyard!"

"Digging holes? What? To hide? Are they idiots? What make them think that hiding in a hole will save them?!! Did they completely lost their mind?!"

"No, Patriarch! They are digging graves! The Third Young Master said it’s better to bury himself before the heavens drop the tribulation!"

Pfft!

Upon hearing this, the Wang Patriarch directly spat out a mouthful of blood, his Dao heart completely crushed by the sheer absurdity and despair of the situation. He slumped back in his chair as his eyes lost all it’s light.

’What a cowardly son!’

Similar scenes were playing out in hundreds of families.

In the Li Family, the Second Elder received the news that his beloved grandson was currently using a High Tier flying sword to dig a six foot hole.

The elder didn’t get angry, instead, he burst into tears, weeping bitterly for the tragic, cowardly state of the younger generation.

In the Zhao Family or what was left of it, the remaining elders sneered coldly when they heard their disciples were digging graves. "Trash! Absolute cowards!" the Second Elder spat, though his own legs were shaking so hard he had to sit down.

"To dig one’s own grave before the enemy even strikes? What a disgrace to the cultivation world!"

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Hundreds of thousands of miles away, on the Sword Continent.

The atmosphere here was supposed to be different and it was different. The cultivators of the Sword Continent were known for their unyielding will and sharp, unbreakable Dao hearts.

In the grand courtyard of the Chen Family, one of the Top Tier families of the Sword Continent, the young master of the family stood tall.

He was a proud, arrogant Late Stage Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator and his sword intent was sharp enough to cut the wind.

Seeing the apocalyptic sky, this young man did not panic. Instead, he drew his spiritual sword which buzzed with a clear, resonant song.

He gathered all the family’s core disciples and elders in the central plaza.

"Look at the sky!" The Young Master of the Chen Family shouted, his was voice amplified by spiritual energy, echoed with absolute confidence. "The heavens are angry, yes! But we are sword cultivators! Our swords may break, but they will never bend! We are the Chen Family! We do not hide like turtles, and we certainly do not dig holes in the dirt like mortal farmers!"

He raised his sword high as his eyes burned with fanaticism. "If the heavens want to strike us down, then we shall strike back too! I, Young Master of the Chen Family, declare that we will fight to the death! We will let the heavens see the unyielding sword intent of the Chen Family! Who is with me?!"

He waited for the roaring cheers of his family members. He was waiting for them to draw their swords and roar with his battle cry.

But at that exact moment, the pitch black sky above the entire world suddenly convulsed.

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!!!!!

A colossal roar of a divine beast erupted from the deepest part of the calamity clouds.

It was the roar of the primordial lightning beast, a sound that carried the weight of it’s name. It wasn’t just a sound, it was like a physical shockwave that swept across the entire world in a single second.

Still, completely immersed in his own heroism, didn’t even flinch. He kept his sword raised and kept shouting his slogan.

"Are you all cowards?!" He shouted as his face turned red with exertion and anger. "Why is no one responding to me?! Draw your swords! Answer me!"

But there was still no response and No cheering either.

He frowned and looked down at the crowd. ’Are they now balently disrespecting this young master now?’

What he saw made his blood run cold.

Every single family member, elder, and disciple was staring at him with faces contorted in absolute, unadulterated panic.

Their mouths were wide open, their neck veins were bulging and their hands were waving frantically in front of him.

They were shouting at him. They were screaming at the top of their lungs.

But he couldn’t hear a single thing.

The world around him had become completely, terrifyingly silent. The wind, their scream, all of it was gone.

"What... What are you all saying? You all became mute with fear?" He stammered a little, his heroic facade too started cracking.

He reached up and touched his ears after seeing them sign with their hands.

When he pulled his fingers away, they were covered in bright red blood.

The sheer volume of that single beast roar had instantly shattered his eardrums. The physical damage was so severe that his ears were actively bleeding, leaving him completely and permanently deaf until his spiritual energy could heal him.

Panic, cold and sharp, finally pierced through his arrogant Dao heart. ’If roar alone is this strong then just how much powerful that beast is? What about the other dozens of beast? What about those generals and army?? How in the world that guy is going to fight this alone????!!!!’

He slowly and stiffly raised his head to look at the sky.

Through the parting of the black clouds, he saw it. A colossal, faceless lightning beast, its body spanning hundreds of miles, its eyes burning with the cold, indifferent light of heavenly execution.

It was looking down at the world, and for a split second, he felt like it was looking directly at him.

Clang!

The spiritual sword slipped from his trembling hand and hit the stone floor.

The unyielding sword cultivator, the young master who just declared they would fight to the death, let out a muffled, terrified squeak.

Without a single backward glance at his family, he turned around and sprinted away.

He ran faster than he ever had in his life, his robes fluttered wildly, and threw himself headfirst into the activation light of the Chen Family’s underground defensive formation, slamming the heavy stone doors shut behind him, leaving his shouting, bleeding family members behind in the courtyard.

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This exact scene was playing out all over the world.

On the Myriad Spirit Continent, proud young masters of high tier familes were going mad from the roar, looking at the sky, and immediately diving into their secret escape tunnels.

In the Wilderness of Ten Thousand Tribes, mindless fierce divine beasts that roared at the heavens just moments ago were now whimpering, their hearts shattered, crawling into the deepest, darkest caves and covering their heads with their paws.

The "unyielding will" of the cultivation world’s geniuses lasted exactly as long as it took for the heavens to clear its throat.

High above Jade City, the pitch black clouds finally stopped their expansion.

The domain of absolute darkness fell into a terrifying, suffocating silence. The millions of terrified cultivators and beasts across the world held their breath, their hearts were pounding against their ribs.

Then, the faceless Heavenly Generals in the clouds slowly raised their weapons.

The colossal lightning beasts opened their mouths.

The Heavenly Army, having finished its formation, finally began to move.

With a sound that bypassed the ears and struck directly at the soul, the apocalyptic army descended, marching straight toward the private courtyard in the Outer Area of the Jade City.