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National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Chapter 284 - 283: A Palm Shakes Heaven and Earth, Five Fingers Transform into a Golden Lotus · Oct 26, 2026

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251 Chapter 251 - 250: As Long as I Kill the Two of You, All Problems Will Be Perfectly Solved 2026-10-26
252 Chapter 252 - 251: Could Brahma and Shiva Really Turn the Tables? 2026-10-26
253 Chapter 253 - 252: A Deity Forged of Gold, Utterly Indestructible 2026-10-26
254 Chapter 254 - 253: This Is Truly Eternal and Indestructible 2026-10-26
255 Chapter 255 - 254: Never Knew the Sky Could Be So Beautiful 2026-10-26
256 Chapter 256 - 255: I’m Just an Ordinary Person Enslaved by an Evil Spirit, with No Room to Resist 2026-10-26
257 Chapter 257 - 256: Then Why Did You Kneel to Chu He Just Now? 2026-10-26
258 Chapter 258 - 257: A Bizarre, Tall and Skinny Figure Appeared Without Warning 2026-10-26
259 Chapter 259 - 258: Took Away the Great Jing Empire’s Martial Arts Secret Techniques When He Left? 2026-10-26
260 Chapter 260 - 259: Those Were Merely Under the Guise of Deities 2026-10-26
261 Chapter 261 - 260: The Sun Is Completely Dead, Devoid of Life Force 2026-10-26
262 Chapter 262 - 261: No Longer the Vestiges of Deities, but the Deities Themselves 2026-10-26
263 Chapter 263 - 262: If Saying It Is Humiliation, Then Why Did You Do It? 2026-10-26
264 Chapter 264 - 263: Just a Pawn Manipulated by the Lighthouse Empire 2026-10-26
265 Chapter 265 - 264: Like a Frozen Feast in the Rain 2026-10-26
266 Chapter 266 - 265: What a Pity There’s So Little Power of Supreme Divinity 2026-10-26
267 Chapter 267 - 266: The Land Shrouded in Darkness Awaits Our Salvation 2026-10-26
268 Chapter 268 - 267: Is This Destruction Not a Kind of Rebirth? 2026-10-26
269 Chapter 269 - 268: It Seems to Be a Hard-to-Kill Existence of a Similar Nature to That Shy One 2026-10-26
270 Chapter 270 - 269: The End and Stillness of All Things 2026-10-26
271 Chapter 271 - 270: Now This Land Is Called the Great Western Heaven 2026-10-26
272 Chapter 272 - 271: One Flower, One World; One Leaf, One Bodhi 2026-10-26
273 Chapter 273 - 272: Don’t Tell Me This Guy Is Addicted to Watching Journey to the West? 2026-10-26
274 Chapter 274 - 273: You Think These Are the Only Miracles of the Buddhist Sect? 2026-10-26
275 Chapter 275 - 274: The Great Western Heaven Will Also Send a Team to Participate 2026-10-26
276 Chapter 276 - 275: Becoming a Billionaire Overnight 2026-10-26
277 Chapter 277 - 276: You Can Take the Stage for the Lighthouse Empire Now? 2026-10-26
278 Chapter 278 - 277: I Just Can’t Stand You Casually Killing People, That’s All 2026-10-26
279 Chapter 279 - 278: Young Man, You Still Have a Lot to Learn 2026-10-26
280 Chapter 280 - 279: Reward for Completion: Sleeve Universe 2026-10-26
281 Chapter 281 - 280: You Take Me for a Pushover and Want Me to Take On Your Baggage? 2026-10-26
282 Chapter 282 - 281: You Actually Chose to Ask Him for Help 2026-10-26
283 Chapter 283 - 282: Everything I Do Is Just for Pleasure 2026-10-26
284 Chapter 284 - 283: A Palm Shakes Heaven and Earth, Five Fingers Transform into a Golden Lotus 2026-10-26
285 Chapter 285 - 284: Such Pure, Warm Power 2026-10-26
286 Chapter 286 - 285: Not Everyone Can Go to the Western Paradise of Bliss 2026-10-26
287 Chapter 287 - 286: Still Need to Find a Chance to Teach This Guy a Lesson 2026-10-26
288 Chapter 288 - 287: Just Look at Yang Haichao and You’ll Understand 2026-10-26
289 Chapter 289 - 288: Ranked by the Total Weight of Obtained Rubies 2026-10-26
290 Chapter 290 - 289: Through the Narrow Crack, Specks of Blood-Red 2026-10-26
291 Chapter 291 - 290: I Alone Am Enough to Kill All of You 2026-10-26
292 Chapter 292 - 291: So, It’s My Turn Now 2026-10-26
293 Chapter 293 - 292: Only Sending These Small Fries of Yours Over 2026-10-26
294 Chapter 294 - 293: That Ring is the Vampire Clan’s Soul Ring 2026-10-26
295 Chapter 295 - 294: That Vicious Weapon Bears the Weight of 5 Million Lives 2026-10-26
296 Chapter 296 - 295: They Will Chew You Up Bit by Bit 2026-10-26
297 Chapter 297 - 296: A Shallow Understanding of the Bloodline Power 2026-10-26
298 Chapter 298 - 297: Many Birds on West Mountain Carry Twigs; Magpies and Swallows Make Their Own Nests 2026-10-26
299 Chapter 299 - 298: Are You Done Hacking? Now It’s My Turn 2026-10-26
300 Chapter 300 - 299: You Can’t Lose, My Whole Future Depends on You 2026-10-26

The drunk man’s headless body collapsed with a thud. Blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading wantonly across the floor and painting a terrifyingly gruesome scene.

The man’s limbs occasionally twitched a few times. He still clutched the half-empty bottle of liquor tightly in his hand.

Pulled by gravity, the liquor slowly spilled from the bottle, mingling with the blood on the floor. It was impossible to tell the mellow aroma of the alcohol from the sickly-sweet stench of blood.

He would never again feel the mellow liquid slide across his tongue, never again experience its familiar comfort and intoxication.

For the people hiding in the darkness of their rooms, hearts pounded like drums. Every subtle sound seemed infinitely amplified.

Their pupils dilated in terror, their faces masks of sheer disbelief and horror.

Some frantically clamped their hands over their mouths, terrified that a single gasp might shatter the eerie silence.

Others huddled close together, seeking the faint warmth and comfort of their companions.

In this space shrouded in fear, they realized their journey to the Black Continent Grassland was far more dangerous and unpredictable than they had ever imagined.

Not everyone from the Empire could afford to ignore the risks of the Black Continent Grassland.

And yet, the severed head, impossibly, remained suspended in midair.

It slowly drifted over to join the other phantom-like heads that were also floating there.

They rotated slowly in the air, seemingly engaged in some silent communication.

The smiles gracing the lips of those heads were not the warm, comforting kind, but sinister and so unsettling they sent a chill down one’s spine.

CREAK—

The heavy wooden door of one of the rooms was suddenly flung open.

As the door crashed open,

a blonde, green-eyed woman burst out like a whirlwind into the dim and tense hallway.

Her face was a mask of anguish, tears streaming down like broken strings of pearls.

She tightly gripped a gleaming rapier, its tip trembling as if it thirsted for blood, eager to unleash its stored power of vengeance.

”No—!”

Her furious roar, tinged with despair and defiance, tore through the silent night.

Then, with superhuman strength, she pushed off forcefully with her legs.

As if launched from a spring, she shot into the air, transforming into a streak of lightning as she leaped toward the massive, floating head.

It was a leap that didn’t just cross physical distance, but seemed to traverse the very boundary between life and death.

Her body traced a graceful, yet infinitely tragic, arc through the air.

But fate, it seemed, was not on her side.

Just as the tip of her rapier was about to reach its chilling target,

the woman’s body suddenly went rigid in midair. An unseen force, like invisible Chains, wrapped tightly around her neck.

A horrifying gash split open, as if drawn by a precise blade. Blood instantly erupted, staining her clothes red and signaling the end of her fate.

Just like the drunken man before her, her head began to slowly detach from her body, rising vertically into the air and leaving behind a soulless husk to fall powerlessly to the ground.

The body traced a tragically beautiful parabola through the air before crashing onto the cold ground with a dull, hopeless thud.

On the ground, a gruesome flower of flesh and bone bloomed—cruel and bewitching.

Meanwhile, the woman’s head continued to float slowly in the air. Blood trickled down her cheeks, dripping onto the other floating heads as she became one of them.

Her face no longer showed the anger and grief from before.

In its place was a strange smile, one that transcended life and death,

echoing the smiles on the other heads around it.

Back in the Luxury Hotel, the door the young woman had burst through...

...was slammed shut.

There were clearly other people in the room.

But they clearly didn’t share the same bond as the young woman and the drunken man.

They certainly weren’t about to rush out recklessly for revenge.

Having easily harvested two lives, the massive head and its entourage of normal-sized heads...

...still showed no sign of leaving.

The oppressive, chilling atmosphere hanging over the Luxury Hotel grew ever thicker.

Xiao Cangqing still had no intention of intervening. Instead, he quietly led Ji Shengyue away.

He clearly subscribed to the philosophy of not getting involved in matters that didn’t concern him. After all, no matter how bizarre or terrifying the massive head was, it couldn’t affect him.

”Om mani padme hum... Buddha’s merciful light, shining upon all realms.

One palm to shake the universe, five fingers a golden lotus.

Vanquish demons, remove karmic debts, leaving purity in its wake.

Heart, Buddha, and all beings are one; in this palm, reality is shown.

All things are empty forms; with this palm’s descent, all suffering ends.

By the power of this vow, may all living beings be delivered.

Amitabha Buddha, praise be, praise be...”

From a room somewhere in the Luxury Hotel,

a voice suddenly began chanting a Buddhist Scripture, cutting through the oppressive, terrifying atmosphere.

The voice was steady, as if completely unaware of the surrounding horror. Its profound calm inexplicably soothed the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Even Xiao Cangqing, who was hiding in the shadows with Ji Shengyue,

found his own emotions gradually calming under the influence of the chanting.

For a brief moment, he forgot that he had become a Vampire Ancestor.

It felt as though he had returned to those arduous yet joyful days when he had first been chosen and trained to become a Martial Artist.

’Is that someone from the Great Western Heaven? They’re even more formidable than I imagined.’

Xiao Cangqing frowned, his gaze turning toward the room where the Buddhist Scripture was being chanted.

He circulated the Vampire Bloodline Power within him, forcefully expelling the scripture’s influence from his body.

In the chaotic, murky sky,

a vast and indescribable power suddenly began to stir, awakening a slumbering glory from the depths of the cosmos.

The invisible boundaries of the world were torn apart, gently yet resolutely, by this power.

Then, rivulets of liquid gold, as brilliant as the dawning of the morning star, began to materialize from the void.

They carried a transcendent sanctity, breaking through the shackles of time and space to converge from all directions.

Each drop of this liquid gold contained an endless radiance.

They intertwined and collided in the air, bursting forth with a dazzling light.

It was as if billions of stars had descended at once, completely illuminating the sky that had been shrouded in gloom and darkness,

and turning it into a sea of glittering gold.

The entire world was rebaptized, renewed with life.

As the liquid gold continued to surge and converge, it gradually took shape, finally forming a colossal, peerless golden palm that appeared in the sky, a truly breathtaking sight.

The palm was as large as a mountain.

Every inch of its skin radiated a dazzling golden light,

as if it were meticulously carved from the world’s purest gold—solemn, sacred, and awe-inspiring.

The lines on the palm were intricate and deep, some winding and twisting, others as straight as a sword.

They interwove to form mysterious, unfathomable patterns,

reminding one irresistibly of the hands of Deities from ancient legends.

It descended with an irresistible presence upon a world shrouded in evil and terror.

In the world now completely bathed in golden light, even the temperature began to change.

The air, once bone-chillingly cold from the gloom,

was now replaced by a warm and gentle power, as if spring had come early and all of creation was about to reawaken.

This warmth wasn’t just a physical rise in temperature; it was a comfort to the soul, a source of hope.

It dispelled the fear and despair in people’s hearts, breathing new life and vitality back into the land.

Even more peculiar, one could faintly make out lines of tiny Buddhist Sect scripture on the surface of the giant golden palm.

They moved like sentient beings, flowing slowly across the palm, now gathering into passages, then scattering into single sentences.

Each character radiated a faint golden light, carrying the power to purify the mind and enlighten the spirit.

The presence of these scriptures lent the entire scene an even greater sense of solemnity and sanctity.

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