Imperial Capital of Sinovera, Martial Arts Alliance headquarters.
The office was heavy and silent.
“Calamity Tide?”
“A Calamity Tide that surpasses even the large-scale ones?”
Andrew Han frowned. He had once looked up preserved footage of small-scale Calamity Tides—they were unspeakably terrifying.
As for large-scale Calamity Tides, there were only a handful of blurry photographs; even Martial Lords faced mortal danger. The images were shocking: mountains of Demons piled high, seas of Specters surging in waves.
Mountains crumbled, and seas churned.
Faced with such disaster, martial practitioners below the Martial Lord Realm were like ordinary people before landslides and tsunamis; only Martial Lords had the power to struggle.
“Just how terrifying must a Calamity Tide surpassing even the large-scale ones be?” Andrew fell silent.
Across the desk.
A middle-aged man braced himself against the desk, his expression equally grim.
It wasn’t nostalgia for the past, but the severe pressure of Andrew Han’s presence. Earlier jealousy had dissolved into pure awe.
He spoke in a low voice, “Every word I’ve said is true. After that cataclysmic Calamity Tide, Green Mountain Sect vanished completely.”
Hearing this,
Andrew Han tilted his head slightly, a realization dawning in his heart.
Even a large-scale Calamity Tide was not something a large Martial Arts Sect could withstand. If quantified, at least four or five large sects working together might barely hold back the tide.
So tell me,
How could Green Mountain Sect, standing alone on an island in the East Sinoveran Sea, possibly resist?
“They couldn’t.”
“Absolutely impossible!”
His emotions burned intensely; what was once a sea-calming needle of Inspiration, now strengthened by Graywhite Aura, became so powerful it seemed to hold up heaven and earth, sweeping through the entire Martial Arts Alliance processing center.
Hiss!
What kind of Inspiration is this?
The middle-aged man turned pale with fright and hurriedly stepped back several paces.
...
In other offices of the Martial Arts Alliance center, martial practitioners' expressions changed dramatically as they vaguely sensed a sky-tearing radiance, like the rising sun.
Just the change in aura was enough to make everyone fearful.
However.
Then the sudden burst of Inspiration shook everyone present to their core.
...
Inspiration!
Someone collapsed into their chair in terror.
...
A civil servant who had been yawning lazily was so startled that his eyelids twitched and his mind became instantly alert.
...
A female civil servant, impatiently waving her hand, froze mid-gesture as her eyes flashed with indescribable resentment and anguish, then faded into emptiness.
Thud.
She rolled her eyes and collapsed inside the service window.
...
Even the high-ranking Martial Lord seated in the main office hall felt his heart pounding; his right arm trembled, knocking over his steaming teacup.