Martial artists use spears—never missing a shot; use fists—to shatter tanks; use swords—to slice fighter jets apart.

With divine power, they sense fortune and misfortune, monitor communications, decipher secret codes, and obtain nuclear launch passwords.

Every secret in the mind is laid bare.

This is the collision of human strength and technology!

This is the clash between martial arts and steel!

……

At first, Ethan Clark only wanted to become a celebrity, to sing and practice martial arts.

But, the Heavenly Dao Sword Sect was wiped out again and again, and the nation plunged into the chaos of war!

For the sake of the Sword Sect’s legacy, for a peaceful life, he had no choice but to raise his singing voice a little higher.

Thus, his singing triggered earthquakes, stirred up tsunamis, and caused volcanic eruptions.

When a planet hundreds of kilometers in diameter orbiting Earth was shattered by his voice and turned into a meteor shower raining down on the land...

The world was at peace.

Chapter One: The Heavenly Dao Sword Sect Has Been Annihilated

Strategic bombers swept across the sky.

A deafening roar, the world spinning.

Thick smoke rushed in, choking the throat.

And blazing flames, scorching the skin.

Above the smoke, a Black Owl armed helicopter swooped in.

The 24NL 23MM chain gun spat blazing fire, raking the ground in a straight line—flowers, trees, billboards, all shattered.

This was a killing machine forged by human wisdom and industry.

Crying, wailing, blood, thick smoke, blazing flames, death, destruction.

And fear...

And hatred!

From within the flames, a figure slowly emerged.

A man...

Looking to be around thirty.

He wasn’t particularly burly, but his presence seemed to support the heavens and the earth, as if all things, sun, moon, and stars, were within his grasp.

“Don’t look at me with such hatred in your eyes.”

“Pain and sacrifice are inevitable. It’s not for ambition, but for peace.”

“Blue Star, with a diameter of less than thirty thousand kilometers and a population of only 30.9 billion, is split into 401 countries. War, poverty, hunger, plague, and chaos constantly shroud this planet, draining its vitality and life force. Someone must step forward to end this turmoil and bring about world unification! Only unity can bring peace!”

“I know, this is a difficult task. For this mission, you may have to lose your time, your family, your friends, your life, your everything... But... for the future of this world, someone must stand up.”

“If no one will...”

“Then, I will!”

The man crouched halfway down.

In the next instant, the solid floor beneath him cracked like a spiderweb.

“Bang!”

Before the eye could follow, the man’s figure had already soared skyward, borrowing force from the wall of a building sixty meters away, both hands gripping his sword, his whole being turning into a dazzling sword light that shattered the sound barrier and shot into the clouds.

Golden Holy Sword Technique: Phoenix Wings Soaring!

Target: Black Owl armed helicopter.

At the instant before the two collided...

He swung his sword!

“Zzz!”

Sparks burst forth.

The helicopter was cleaved in two midair by a single sword strike, tumbling toward the ground in fire and smoke.

“Boom!”

It seemed an explosion had occurred.

Flames mixed with shockwaves, smoke, and stone fragments rolled forth.

A broken piece of helicopter wing snapped off, whistling as it slashed over.

“Slash!”

It seemed something was cut open.

Blood blurred the vision.

……

Ethan Clark opened his eyes.

In front of him was not a house burned and collapsed by flames, nor a battlefield ravaged by artillery, but the milky white ceiling of a bedroom.

There was no terror of waking from a nightmare in his eyes.

A nightmare that had lasted three years—no matter how frightening, one would get used to it.

If not, one would go mad.

Ethan Clark lifted the covers, got up, put on his slippers, and walked to the balcony.

Dawn was breaking, the morning glow filling the sky.

He glanced at his phone.

Peace Era, September 26, 2015, 6:11 AM.

To be precise, he was looking at a text message on his phone.

Because he hadn’t participated in the online training for “Strongest Singer King” for a month, he had been removed from the “Phoenix” team’s reserve list.

But...

Now was not the time for games or singing.

He was already the only adult man left in this household.

After washing up, he changed his clothes.

Dashang, Dongzhou, the uniform of Qiming Star City No. 1 High School.

The house he lived in was not small, with an inner and outer courtyard.

There was a skywell, corridors, a small garden—the layout similar to a traditional courtyard house.

The building area was 1,600 square meters, plus an 800-square-meter yard.

The total area exceeded 1,400 square meters.

Unfortunately, at this moment, in such a large courtyard, only he, his younger brother Logan Clark, and his mother Emily Bolton lived there.

A month ago, the lively scene of dozens of disciples practicing martial arts together still seemed like yesterday.

“Vroom vroom! Vroom!”

A roar from the street outside, enough to make the glass tremble.

Street racers.

The sound of motorcycle engines revved past with a howl.

Accompanied by exclamations and unrestrained laughter.