The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy
Chapter 412: The Power of Nuclear Peace

Chapter 412: Chapter 412: The Power of Nuclear Peace

Fang Zhou silently chanted; he didn’t shout it out, so it wasn’t embarrassing.

A small point of light appeared at Fang Zhou’s fingertip, rapidly enlarging and expanding into a sphere.

A look of surprise appeared on Fang Zhou’s face because the Innate True Qi within him was being rapidly extracted, all converging through his fingertip into this quickly expanding sphere.

This sphere was entirely white in color, nothing like it was formed by fire, and the light it emitted was blindingly intense and extraordinarily hot.

The incredible low temperature and chill around him were swiftly dispelled by the white light.

Fang Zhou’s body, previously slightly frozen by the cold, as if standing stark naked in the icy wilderness, now felt as if he had moved from freezing winter into burning summer, the intense heat causing his body to instantly sweat profusely, which was then rapidly evaporated into steam.

At the same time, Fang Zhou sensed a deadly danger emanating from the continuously expanding sphere of light in front of him.

He instantly recalled the system’s description of this skill—when releasing, stay far away.

"Taoist Xiao!"

Fang Zhou quickly warned Xiao Yin below: "Quick, get out of the way, move farther away."

He had a decent impression of this woman and didn’t want to accidentally injure her.

At this point, Fang Zhou had no way to stop the skill; he could only urge Xiao Yin to get further away.

Xiao Yin also sensed the lethal threat from the strange light ball that Fang Zhou created, not expecting he had such a trick up his sleeve.

She quickly nodded and ran, calling to a friend: "Aoshuang, no need to resist, hurry and run!"

Ming Aoshuang, however, stood still, staring at the Big Light Ball, her icy face showing no fear.

The light ball expanded swiftly to a diameter of about three meters before stopping, its heat so intense even Fang Zhou, the caster, couldn’t endure, and his body’s Innate True Qi was entirely consumed, nearly making it impossible to maintain flight.

The surrounding climate, previously altered into winter by Ming Aoshuang, with snowflakes drifting in the low temperatures and a thick ice layer on the ground, was now banished by the glow of the Big Light Ball; the snowflakes were evaporated, and even the thick ice layers on the ground rapidly melted into liquid, which was then evaporated into steam by the heat.

Winter turned into scorching summer; Ming Aoshuang’s altered climate was quickly reverted by the Big Light Ball.

Fang Zhou, sweating profusely, swiftly summoned Bi An, speeding away quickly.

In the next moment, the Big Light Ball dropped directly from Fang Zhou’s hand—dropped, not thrown, as he could no longer control it.

With a swoosh, Fang Zhou quickly swapped positions with Bi An, then summoned the Xuanyuan Sword to flee in haste.

The Big Light Ball plummeted towards the ground, and the moment it left Fang Zhou’s hand, the terrible heat was already radiating outwards from the light ball.

Ming Aoshuang, previously unmoved and fearless, finally had a drastic change in expression at that moment.

She turned and ran, transforming into a frosty gust that overtook the fleeing Xiao Yin.

Xiao Yin: (*￣ー￣)

Xiao Yin could feel her back burning as if scorched by fire, merely from being touched by the white light.

She hurriedly summoned a cloud, jumped onto it, and, with Ming Aoshuang, quickly flew away one after the other.

The Big Light Ball slowly descended to the ground.

At that moment, the entire world seemed to stand still, and the blindingly bright white light engulfed everything.

The fleeing Fang Zhou, Ming Aoshuang, and Xiao Yin were also swallowed by this white light.

The white light expanded across the entire plain, shooting up into the sky, illuminating the heavens brightly.

Far away at Iron Sword Mountain’s Taobao Mall, the people in the city noticed the gloomy sky suddenly brightening, as if the sun had suddenly emerged.

Immediately, the people in the city heard a sound akin to an earthquake, wave after wave, shaking them to the core, their hearts pounding incessantly.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Countless people climbed onto rooftops and ran outside the city, looking towards the origin of the sound and white light.

Many were temporarily blinded by the piercing white light, but more gazed in the direction of the plain, lost in stupefaction.

Sword Casting City, City Lord Building.

Wu Lin, resting inside the City Lord Building, noticed the first appearance of the white light, leaping out to the corridor to look towards the plain.

She, too, like the people in Taobao Mall, was left speechless.

Accompanied by the bright light, an incredibly enormous mushroom cloud appeared in the plain, seemingly illuminating the entire world.

With a crash, Wu Tie suddenly dropped from the sky, landing beside his daughter.

But even such a commotion couldn’t snap Wu Lin out of her shock.

Wu Tie gazed at the mushroom cloud on the plain, his expression extremely grave.

"Wu Lin, maintain order in Sword Casting City to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos!"

Wu Tie instructed Wu Lin briefly and then soared into the air, heading towards the plain.

"Ah... Ah?!"

Wu Lin snapped back to reality but realized her mother had already left; she hadn’t even caught what her mother said.

She quickly looked towards the mushroom cloud on the plain, muttering to herself: "Oh my God!"

Heavenly Sword Sect.

Three Real People, practicing in their respective forbidden grounds, were simultaneously awakened, turning their heads towards Iron Sword Mountain.

"What’s going on?"

"Taoist Fang is there with two juniors from the Righteous Alliance inspecting the site."

"Should we go and take a look?"

"Someone is already going."

The three Real People exchanged a few words in the air, their voices gradually dissipating.

...

In the scorched earth, a gourd was buried in the ground.

The next moment, Fang Zhou spat out from the gourd, looking around, suddenly having the thought, "Have I crossed over again?"

The air still retained the high temperature and smoke, the ground scorched black, and many places were still ablaze.

Countless dense vegetation was gone, weeds turned to ash, trees became charcoal, and a glance made the whole land appear pitch-black.

Facing the scorched ground, burning flames, and choking smoke, Fang Zhou almost thought he’d crossed into some kind of hell.

He recalled how he couldn’t run far before being engulfed by the white light, only using Bi An’s ability to withstand the crucial five seconds of the explosion.

Then he endured the high temperatures and flames impact, finally forced to hide inside the gourd, with his clothes needing a change.

Fang Zhou finally understood what the system meant by saying to move far away when releasing this—this was not just move far; it should be roll as far as possible.

If it weren’t for Bi An and the gourd, Fang Zhou would definitely not be feeling well now; this is simply a skill used for mutual destruction.

Fang Zhou bent down to pick up the scalding gourd and then used the scant remaining Innate True Qi to slowly fly into the air.

Looking down from above, Fang Zhou almost gasped.

The scorched ground, nearly one kilometer in diameter, in other words, the destructive range of that True. Super Invincible Fireball Technique was close to one square kilometer.