National Guardian's Gone and We're Done-Chapter 65: I Want You to Become the New World’s Spokesperson in the Great Jing Empire

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: I Want You to Become the New World’s Spokesperson in the Great Jing Empire

Some members of the Ruan Family Guard, realizing the severity of the situation, struggled to their feet, trying to flee the bizarre scene.

But the scene before their eyes grew increasingly blurry, and they couldn’t see what was silently stripping them of their life force.

A powerful will to survive drove their legs forward, but after just a few steps, their bodies collapsed stiffly to the ground like deadwood drained of all moisture.

The fallen bodies shriveled at an astonishing rate. Their skin rapidly lost its color, becoming dry and taut.

Their blood and fluids were instantly siphoned away by an invisible force, leaving behind only desiccated husks, like mummies baked under the scorching sun for years.

On their shriveled faces,

every one of them wore an expression of utter terror, a testament to their final despair.

Ruan Yingfu stood to the side, watching it all unfold, his eyes filled with horror.

He murmured to himself, "Is the power of Chu He’s strike so great that the Great Black Buddha Mother must directly consume this much blood to counter it?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He had never seen the Great Black Buddha Mother display such a terrifying, fully powered state.

The black cloth that had always covered the Buddha Mother’s head now drifted away on the wind, revealing its hideous and terrifying true face.

Ruan Zaichao, on the other hand, was full of confidence. He believed the Great Black Buddha Mother, in its fully powered state, could definitely withstand Chu He’s attack.

’The Great Black Buddha Mother can surely block this strike,’ he thought. ’Forcing the Great Black Buddha Mother to use its full power... Chu He can at least consider it a worthy death.’

This confident thought had barely taken root in his mind before it was utterly shattered by what happened next.

Golden Sword Qi erupted like an exploding sun, instantly piercing through Ruan Shugu’s body.

In the path of the Sword Qi, Ruan Shugu’s body was blown to pieces, sending shattered flesh and bone scattering across the ground.

Even his thick blood vaporized in the blast, leaving no trace behind.

Despite having absorbed so much blood, the statue of the Great Black Buddha Mother failed to save Ruan Shugu’s life.

Instead, due to the backlash of power, a web of fine, terrifying cracks appeared on the statue.

Within its sunken face, the flailing human hands clawed even more frantically at the air, suffering from unspeakable pain and trauma.

Ruan Zaichao and Ruan Yingfu were also severely injured by this backlash.

Their bodies shuddered violently, and they spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Mixed in with the blood were shredded fragments of their internal organs.

They collapsed to the ground, their breathing ragged and difficult. With every gasp, more blood gushed from their noses and mouths.

The power of the backlash had descended upon them just as mercilessly.

With a light wave of his hand, Chu He recalled the Xuanyuan Sword. Like a summoned spirit, it flew back and landed securely in his palm.

He swung the sword toward the statue of the Great Black Buddha Mother.

Before the tip of the Xuanyuan Sword could even touch the statue, Sword Qi surged into it like a torrential storm, triggering an earth-shattering explosion.

Under the onslaught of the Sword Qi, the massive statue of the Great Black Buddha Mother

instantly turned into a cloud of dust, which was then swept away by the wind without a trace.

"Through years of worship, you and the Great Black Buddha Mother have long since merged into one, becoming inseparable.

Now that the Great Black Buddha Mother has been destroyed, your lives are but candles in the wind, about to be extinguished."

Chu He’s voice was calm and indifferent. He sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword and turned to leave.

Those members of the Ruan Family Guard who had been lucky enough to escape being drained by the Great Black Buddha Mother were now also like candles in the wind, on the verge of death.

As soon as Chu He’s words fell, they collapsed to the ground, their lives extinguished.

Ruan Zaichao and Ruan Yingfu stared venomously at Chu He’s retreating figure, their eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness to accept their fate.

They had never imagined

that the Ruan Family, a clan of immense power in the Great Xia Empire, would be destroyed at the hands of a young man like Chu He.

They had once been so confident, believing that the Ruan Family could deal with even an attack from the Black Pearl.

They never expected that the gap between them and Chu He, who could also handle the Black Pearl, would be so vast.

When the entire area fell silent, with only a dead, bloody stillness remaining,

Chu He led a horse over and swung himself into the saddle.

He glanced at the setting sun on the horizon, then spurred his horse with his legs, and it shot off like an arrow released from a bow.

Yet, he felt a tinge of regret. The Ruan Family still had one loose end: the disciple known as the Martial Arts Foolish Girl.

Unbeknownst to Chu He, less than an hour after he left, a woman in sleek Soft Armor appeared before the ruins of the Ruan Family headquarters.

She looked at the wreckage and the river of blood, her expression unnaturally calm.

She walked to the bodies of Ruan Zaichao and Ruan Yingfu and sighed softly.

"You played with fire and got burned. I warned you long ago, but you still chose this path."

Her voice held a note of helplessness and sorrow. "But I was still too late.

This proves that the path I walk is the right one.

The pursuit of the pinnacle of Martial Arts is humanity’s only constant.

Only by standing at my level, with my perspective, would you understand. What does the pathetic Black Pearl matter?

What does the Great Black Buddha Mother, which you considered a family treasure, even amount to?

And Chu He... what is he?

The beautiful Lighthouse Empire is the last hope for humanity. But rest assured, I will bring you Chu He’s head as an offering."

The last syllable of her final sentence had not yet faded on the wind when the woman’s figure vanished without a trace.

Only three simple headstones were left on the ground.

The inscriptions read: "Father of Ruan Hongyi," "Eldest Brother of Ruan Hongyi," and "Second Brother of Ruan Hongyi,"

along with a few sticks of freshly lit incense, emitting faint wisps of smoke that looked especially solemn in the twilight glow.

...

Xiao Cangqing’s head, held in a powerful and cold hand, was carried all the way to a desolate village.

At the village entrance

stood a mountain several dozen meters high. It wasn’t built of brick and stone, but piled high with the bodies of the incapacitated villagers.

The old, the young, men, women...

They were like cursed statues, some lying, some sitting.

They could only lie helplessly on the ground, mustering all their strength just to move a fraction of an inch.

This feeble effort was utterly insignificant in the face of their immense predicament, like a drop in the ocean.

"This food is all yours. Enjoy your meal."

The person’s voice was deep and cruel. Before the words had even faded, they violently threw Xiao Cangqing’s head.

The head traced an arc through the air, landing perfectly in the middle of the human mountain formed from countless bodies.

Perhaps it was the influence of the Evil Spirit within him, or perhaps his hunger had reached its absolute limit,

but Xiao Cangqing could not resist the primal urge.

He opened his mouth and began to frantically devour the unconscious bodies.

It was a terrifying and grotesque feast,

like a scene from a scroll depicting Hell, every bite filled with blood and sin.

This gluttonous feast lasted for four or five hours, consuming every last bit of life in the entire village.

During this process, Xiao Cangqing’s body began to undergo a strange transformation.

The Evil Spirit within him seemed to awaken, merging with the consumed lives and releasing a thick, foul stench.

Under this bizarre power, his body was reborn, gradually becoming whole again.

When the very last trace of life had been devoured, Xiao Cangqing was finally able to see the scene before him clearly.

A sinister figure completely shrouded in a black robe stood silently before him. The eyes hidden in the darkness glinted with a dangerous light.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Cangqing’s voice was hoarse. He picked up a blood-soaked robe and put it on, trying to hide his weakness.

He watched the sinister figure warily, as the aura it emitted made him extremely uneasy.

"I am from the Guan Sect of the new world."

The other’s voice was calm and firm, holding nothing back.

"Why did you save me?"

Xiao Cangqing stared intently at the figure. He knew this organization was no benevolent force.

Back when he was in the Great Jing Empire, he had heard that this organization was extremely secretive and fanatical.

They were a group of zealots pursuing an extremist ideology,

claiming they wanted to build a new world on Blue Star, a utopia for humanity.

However, everything they did was appalling.

Their shadow could be found behind many sensational and malicious incidents around the world.

"I saved you to send you back to the Great Jing Empire."

The Guan Sect member’s voice was as placid as water. "I want you to become the new world’s representative in the Great Jing Empire."

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