Ride the Wind with Sword Control

By the coast, a hundred-meter Star Gate shimmered with flowing light.
Beyond the Star Gate, an army forged of steel stretched as far as the eye could see.
Above the Sky Dome, squadrons of fighter jets streaked across, weaving an iron curtain.
In the distant ocean, scores of aircraft carriers, destroyers, and frigates dotted the seascape, ready for action.
All cannons were aimed at the figure who emerged from the Star Gate.
"In the name of the Federation Command Center, I order you to stand down, or what awaits you is total war," said the voice.
"War?"

Gu Jinlai took a step forward, and his form swelled against the wind, in an instant growing from less than two meters tall to a colossal Chaos Demon God thousands of kilometers high, emitting the brilliance of a white dwarf star from his being, his own gravity causing thunder and lightning, as well as tsunamis and tides within a thousand-mile radius.
He looked down...
At the war weapons that seemed like toys.
He reached out, and a hydrogen bomb fell into his hand.

Within him, the electron-degenerate star core released Helium, Helium elements expanded, and the terrifying high temperature instantly caused Deuterium and Tritium, Hydrogen's isotopes, to fuse, the energy bursting forth, forming a blazing white brilliance on the ocean's surface that was like igniting a sun.
Before this sun's energy could be released, he clapped his hands together, and the dazzling white, mixed with heat in the billions of degrees, was compressed and sealed within his palms, not a fragment escaping.

"I think, you should choose peace." he suggested.

Nuclear-powered Sword Immortal

A top-notch restaurant in the Inner City, well-known far and wide.


Not only does it offer a variety of delicacies from all over the Holy Dynasty, but it also provides treatments that ordinary people can hardly enjoy.


Here, each attendant, male or female, is meticulously selected and specially trained.


Of course, those who can afford to dine here are not ordinary people.


Coming here once costs thousands of taels at least.


If there are more people, it could easily amount to tens of thousands of taels of silver.


And this might well be the annual income of a single Refining God Immortal.


At this moment, Martial King Bai Ziyu, Young Master Bai Ziyun, and several high-level members of the Bai Family were waiting in a private room with walls of white jade and lamps of colored glass.


Soon, another man of extraordinary appearance and inherent authority walked in from outside.


Chapter 429: True Self