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When the dust settled, a one-kilometer-long fissure appeared on the ground.

As for the Necoris, they had vanished into thin air.

For a moment, deadly silence permeated the plain. Everyone was in a trance, stunned by the horrifying sword attack.

After a while, the people came back to their senses, many asking aloud, What was that?

On You Connect, countless users speculated about the source of such a devastating attack.

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Against such might, even the three kingdoms are like ants.

The show of strength from before now seemed insignificant.

Just then, the Celestial Heavenly Store released a statement:

"Everyone involved in causing chaos in the Soaring Cloud Region has been annihilated. The Resistance was a plot orchestrated by the store's enemies to bring suffering to the people."

Shortly after, the store released numerous images showcasing the destruction of clans and organizations connected to the chaos.

Among these images, the destruction of the Necoris capital caught everyone's attention.

"What?! The Necoris capital was destroyed?"

"How is this possible?!"

"Incredible! The store is far more powerful than we imagined."

"Indeed! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't witnessed such a heart-stopping attack."

"Hahaha! Now the Necoris won't bully us anymore. It's time we retaliate and repay them for all these years of suffering."

Excitement swept across the people, fueled by the destruction of the Necoris capital.

Upon learning which clans had caused the chaos, they realized these were groups with notorious reputations.

While they had been pleading for the store to save them, the store had already taken action against their enemies.

Quickly, the prestige of the Celestial Heavenly Store soared to an all-time high. Many sang its praises.

Towns and villages where the store's branches had been destroyed immediately began renovations.

Those who had lost their Spirit Comms under The Resistance's intimidation rushed to acquire new ones.

Unfortunately for those who had attempted to serve two masters, they were caught and permanently banned from using the Spirit Comms.

To limit unnecessary killing, the store chose to ignore those who had badmouthed it during the chaos but hadn't joined The Resistance.

But now, those same people sought to return to the store's fold.

How could the store allow that?

If there were a pill for regret, they would have taken it.

Even a fool could see that with the store's might, it was destined to rule the kingdom in the near future.

And without access to Spirit Comms, how could they hope to take a share of such a grand pie?

With the dark clouds over the Soaring Cloud Region cleared, many people from neighboring regions couldn't wait to partner with the store.

When travelers ventured out of Clear Wind City and saw the terrifying fissure, a chill ran down their spines.

How powerful must the person who created such an attack be?

Though many were curious, none dared voice their thoughts.

This only solidified the Celestial Heavenly Store's position as the unrivaled hegemon of the Magma Plain.

Three days later

A magnificent scene unfolded in Clear Wind City.

Three floating carriages emerged from the Celestial Heavenly Store, drawing gasps from the crowd.

The people were amazed.

How could carriages float without being pulled by flying beasts?

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On You Connect, the floating carriages became a sensation, quickly topping trending news.

People from other regions who saw the images couldn't believe their eyes.

If not for the store's unmatched might, many powerful clan leaders would have demanded one for themselves.

While the excitement raged on You Connect, three Humvees flew toward the imperial capital at five times the speed of sound.

In mere minutes, they arrived at the capital.

The imperial capital, a massive city and a stronghold for the human race on the Magma Plain, boasted walls over 30 meters high with First-Rated Martial Artists patrolling them.

When the guards saw the three Humvees, they attempted to react but were left stunned.

The Humvees accelerated, leaving trails of dust in their wake.

"Did you see that?!" one guard asked, his voice trembling.

"Y-Yes…" another guard stammered, nodding. "We must report this to the captain immediately."

While the guards scrambled to report, the Humvees arrived before the gigantic palace.

The palace, guarded by Master Martial Artists, exuded an aura of cold authority.

Seeing the strange carriages, the guards frowned, gripping their weapons and readying for battle.

"This is the imperial palace! Leave immediately!" the guard captain commanded coldly.

Creak!

The door of the first Humvee opened, and Zimo stepped out.

He turned and looked at the guard captain. The moment their eyes met, an overwhelming pressure bore down on the captain.

"Ah!" A cry escaped the captain's mouth as he collapsed to the ground, pinned by the weight of the aura.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Before the other guards could react, they too found themselves lying helplessly on the ground, crushed by the same pressure.

Creak! Creak!

The doors of the other two Humvees opened, revealing Lang Bai and Deng Kun.

The three men, dressed in gray Daoist robes, emanated an aura so intense it made the very air tremble.

Pedestrians watching the scene from a distance retreated in fear while quickly spreading the news.

Crowds gathered, watching the spectacle unfold.

Zimo and his men, unfazed by the growing crowd, walked into the now-unguarded palace.

Every guard they encountered collapsed under their oppressive aura, passing out instantly.

The scene left onlookers dumbfounded.

Powerful clans in the capital, hearing of the strange events, sent their men to gather information.

Who are these men daring to attack the palace?

Speculation filled the air, though no one dared voice their guesses aloud.

Inside the palace

The once-bustling palace was eerily silent, its corridors empty in a matter of seconds.

Every guard within Zimo's 50-meter radius had passed out without him lifting a finger.

To him and his companions, these guards were mere ants.

Inside the grand hall, King Jin Chang sat on his throne, his heart pounding in his chest.

He was overwhelmed by despair.

Despair is not a sin; it is the natural consequence of trying to control the uncontrollable.

And he knew what these men signified—his doom.