Chapter 551
Swoosh.
The Transcendent Realm masters couldn’t hide their shock. What kind of fight demands that ten supersonic fighter jets scramble together?
One look at the formation told them enough—the jets weren’t here to threaten. They were here to erase.
Their gazes shifted to the abandoned town below.
What could possibly be hiding there to draw this level of destruction?
Before anyone could find an answer, the supersonic fighter jets had already taken
their positions above the ruins. Panels under their wings opened, and they commenced their attack run, prepared to inundate the town with bombs indiscriminately.
Right then, a streak of brilliance tore out of the town.
It flickered into existence and vanished just as fast, like a phantom cut through space itself. The motion was so violent that even the watching Transcendent Realm masters couldn’t follow it.
They caught only one thing-a slash of white.
Then it was already buried in the nose of the lead supersonic fighter jet.
“What was that p>
Inside the cockpit, a red alert suddenly screamed across the display. A hostile signal was closing in at over three times the speed of sound.
The pilot’s breath caught.
Before he could shout a warning, the cabin shook.
Boom!
“What the hell p>
The other pilots barely had time to register the blast when they saw it too—
The same pale streak ran directly through the cockpit of the most powerful supersonic fighter jet in the formation.
Boom!
The sky erupted.
A supersonic fighter jet vanished in a burst of fire, torn apart in midair as if an invisible blade had struck it.
“What… what just happened p>
In the command center, chairs scraped back as officers sprang to their feet. Everyone’s eyes widened, and there was a brief moment of silence.
They couldn’t make sense of what had just happened. One moment, a faint white arc sliced across the display, and then a frontline fighter had vanished from the sky. No one could identify that light or determine what kind of weapon could travel so fast and hit so hard that a warplane simply ceased to exist.
Even the Transcendent Realm masters observing from afar stiffened.
These were martial artists who stood at the summit of their era—some already bearing the aura of Infernal Crown Transcendents, untouchable beneath the King Phase. Yet none of them had ever dared imagine facing a modern air force directly. Against supersonic fighter jets, survival meant only one thing: evade and pray.
One missile was all it would take to end them.
And now p>
A supersonic fighter jet that even they would fear-one that could force a King Phase master to retreat had just been erased before their eyes.
The impact of that sight crushed down on them.
For a long moment, no one could even breathe.
“What in the world was that p>
No one had time to finish the thought.
The sky answered instead.
Whoosh!
The pale streak flared once more, swiftly continuing without pause after slicing through the first jet. Driven by its own momentum, it plunged forward and struck another fighter before the formation had a chance to scatter.
Boom!
Another flame burst open in the air as a second aircraft came apart.
Now, real fear hit.
Across every cockpit, hands tightened on the controls. For the first time since they had taken to the skies, the pilots felt it was more than just danger.
It was something unfamiliar and incomprehensible—no textbook or simulator had ever prepared them for it.
“Break formation! Now!” a pilot roared over the comms.
The call prompted the squad to move out. Throttles were pushed forward quickly, and control sticks jerked as the fighters attempted to break apart.
Still, too late.
The white blur raced across the sky, silent and relentless, cutting through the formation like a scythe through wheat and leaving a trail of fire behind.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sky kept erupting—one blast after another—until eight thunderous detonations rolled across the clouds like the toll of a death knell.
From afar, over a dozen Transcendent Realm masters stood in shock, frozen in place with no one daring to move or breathe. A few of them noticed their hands trembling as the tremor persisted.
They were veterans of a time full of secrets, monsters, and forbidden legends. Unusual sights no longer astonished them.
Yet, this was beyond anything they had ever known.
Their mind raced. What is happening?
moved across the
A lone pale arom
sky, and in under thirty seconds, ten supersonic fighter jets disappeared each exploding into flames. They
only glimpsed a fall
crescent shape
in the air, unaware of the attack itself.
Inside the command bunker, officers watched the screen with blank faces as ten
burning wrecks illuminated the display.
The room fell dead quiet.
At last, the commander spoke, his words dragging out as if they weighed a thousand pounds.
“Someone explain this to me p>
His eyes remained glued to the
screen, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. A dut, heavy pain filled his chest as he watched all their sent equipment disappear-ten
vene
supersonic fighter jets, net”
twenty
Art Cobra attack helicopters armored columns, and countless heavy tanks.
That kind of hardware could have bought a kingdom-billions in steel and firepower.
And now?
All of it lay scattered across the battlefield as burning debris.
Yet the cost wasn’t what gnawed at him.
What he couldn’t let go of was that white streak.
What is it?
What type of force can penetrate ten targets in one swift pass, moving so quickly
that the eye cannot follow, and punching through steel as if it’s paper?
That’s the real nightmare.
Nearby, several officers finally recovered from their shock. Their faces changed from
surprise to fear as they looked at the man in front of them.
The commander looked hollow, like the fight had been drained out of him.
“Sir,” one of them whispered, “we underestimated Jeff Ashcroft p>
Another added, barely louder, “This loss… It’s catastrophic for the nation p>
The commander didn’t reply.
He stood still for a moment, shoulders tense. Suddenly, it was as if the years overwhelmed him all at once. The fire in his eyes faded, replaced by exhaustion.
Gradually, he lowered himself into his chair.
A heavy sense of defeat weighed on him as he looked at the screen, where the final flames flickered silently.
High above, the pale light finally slowed and came to a halt.
Only then did the masters of the Transcendent Realm clearly recognize it a crescent-shaped air blade, glowing softly and shimmering. It was breathtaking. to see, yet everyone understood it was overwhelmingly terrifying_
“What… is that?” someone whispered.
The crescent air blade hovered in silence.
Then, a burst of blue light erupted from the depths of the crumbled town below and
shot upward into the sky.
The crescent air blade appeared to be summoned, trembling as it changed
direction, rushing back to the blue glow, sinking into it before disappearing
completely.
When the figure wrapped in blue radiance appeared, every Transcendent Realm
master watching froze.
At last, they understood.
That crescent air blade had not been a natural phenomenon.
It had been an attack launched by a man.
Among them, the Infernal Crown Transcendent felt his pupils shrink.
He once ranked nineteenth on the International Combat Units list. He was at Aorinth
Peaks then, and that face framed by soaring blue light is forever etched in his
memory.
He had never imagined that the godlike or perhaps demonic-presence burned
into his memory would be the one who had just erased ten supersonic fighter jets in
moments.
After a brief silence, he finally spoke, “At last, it’s him p>
His voice was low and heavy with fear.