As that streak of sword light approached, the alarms aboard the black warship grew increasingly urgent.
The middle-aged man's lenses could not hide the gravity in his eyes.
The streak of sword light threaded through the nuclear fireworks, growing ever brighter.
Until now, the Galaxy Alliance had never produced an aircraft this fast.
The people aboard the warship watched the display on the Light Screen, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
What on earth was that thing, to be able to fly so fast?
As they continued guessing, the sword light had accelerated beyond the limits of imagination, even disappearing from the Light Screen.
The next moment, that scene unfolded.
Cracks appeared in the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Cracks appeared in the floor.
Cracks appeared in the blood jade.
Dozens of streaks of sword light passed through everything, including the middle-aged man's body.
The sword light slowly drew inward and vanished, condensing into Jing Jiu's figure.
The sword intent remained, carrying on with its momentum, piercing the entire warship and shattering everything in its path.
The warship's engines began to explode. Blue arcs flashed like lightning at the stern, followed by tremendous booms.
Only then did the warship sound its intruder alarm.
Everyone froze. It took a long moment for them to recover and begin defensive preparations as quickly as possible.
Amid a series of clacks and the heavy sounds of mechanical assembly, more than a dozen suits of Combat Armor took shape.
The middle-aged man gazed quietly out the window, his thoughts unknown.
After a moment, he slowly turned, looked at Jing Jiu, and asked, "What sword technique is this?"
"One Sword for All Things," Jing Jiu said.
The middle-aged man frowned. "I've seen it before. It wasn't as powerful as your strike."
"This is my Oneness of All Things,"