National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Between a heaven and earth seemingly devoured by despair and fear, a world-shaking phenomenon erupted like a sudden storm.

Inside Xiao Cangqing, a power like a long-slumbering beast had finally awakened,

and it began to roar and rampage madly.

A sea of blood, like a tidal wave,

surged and boiled within his body with near-maniacal intensity,

carrying an aura of world-destroying might. It broke through the confines of his flesh and gushed out like a bursting dam,

instantly dyeing everything around it a horrifying scarlet.

The already overcast sky was now obscured by a thick curtain of blood-red light.

That crimson glow seemed like a deathly light projected from the depths of Hell,

pouring down as if tangible, casting an eerie and twisted reflection upon everyone’s face.

Under this strange light, every subtle expression was imbued with an ominous portent.

The earth, a silent witness, could no longer contain its tremors under the impact of this terrifying power.

The ground began to tremble violently, and cracks like hideous wounds spread across the land with astonishing speed.

The fissures were the earth’s pained groans, yet they also resembled passages to Hell, emanating a chilling aura.

Every chasm was bottomless, concealing endless darkness and evil, ready to devour everything at any moment.

And at the center of this chaos and destruction, Xiao Cangqing’s figure was like a dazzling star, yet one that radiated a terrifying light.

A massive, fearsome phantom of a bat circled around him,

the dark silhouette like a Demon that had broken free from the Netherworld, enveloping Xiao Cangqing in its endless aura of darkness and evil.

The bat’s wings blotted out the sky when spread, and each flap stirred a ghastly, cold wind that sent shivers down the spine.

As this power continued to surge, Xiao Cangqing’s body underwent a heaven-and-earth-shattering transformation.

From his back, a pair of huge, malformed wings silently grew.

The wings resembled those of a bat, eroded by time—dull and lusterless, yet exuding a heart-stoppingly terrifying aura.

Every fiber was a symbol of death, trembling slightly in the air as if death itself was about to take flight.

His eyes, too, underwent an astonishing metamorphosis.

His once deep and mysterious gaze was now completely replaced by a crimson red that seemed coalesced from fresh blood.

The red was so piercing it was like flowing blood, a red so cold it chilled the heart.

Under such a gaze, even the bravest soul

would feel an indescribable chill welling up from the depths of their heart, compelling them to flee this cursed land.

The surging sea of blood not only raged across the sky but also formed powerful, crimson hurricanes in the air.

They spun and howled, carrying the power to destroy everything,

like ferocious beasts, mercilessly sweeping up those with insufficient strength and flinging them far away.

Hundreds of meters, even a thousand meters—

such distances seemed utterly insignificant before this immense power.

Those caught in the winds were like fallen leaves, drifting helplessly and letting out terrified cries.

The air was thick with the stench of blood,

and the entire world was caught in this crimson vortex, unable to escape.

All around, various powers began to rise, forming countless mysterious shields.

This was people trying to protect themselves.

Although they weren’t involved in the fierce battle,

they had to do everything in their power to avoid being affected by Xiao Cangqing’s terrifying might.

”The power of this Vampire Clan’s Ancestor is truly something else. How terrifying.”

Someone couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.

”I have no idea what kind of dog-shit luck this Xiao Cangqing from the Great Jing Empire has to have obtained the Bloodline Power of the Vampire Clan’s Ancestor.

Not only did he gain control over the entire Vampire Clan, but he also became this powerful.”

Another person remarked with emotion.

”Yeah, everyone knows the Vampire Clan controls immense resources. Their wealth alone has reached an astonishing level.”

Someone nearby chimed in.

”Don’t just be envious. That guy named Uzi is no simple character. Xiao Cangqing might just end up suffering at his hands.”

Someone offered a different opinion.

”No way. This is the Bloodline Power of the Vampire Clan’s Ancestor we’re talking about.”

Someone voiced their doubt.

Quite a few people remained on the scene, wanting to see how things would develop.

After all, everyone was curious. Just how powerful was the Bloodline Power of this Vampire Clan’s Ancestor?

And how much of it could Xiao Cangqing wield?

And that Uzi—the young man, a humanoid monster wreathed in green light who seemed to have appeared from thin air—where did he come from?

How did he obtain his power?

Could he defeat Xiao Cangqing, who possessed the Bloodline Power of the Vampire Ancestor?

Xiao Cangqing extended a hand toward Uzi. On his finger was a ring.

”This Uzi is no match for Xiao Cangqing, who wields the Ancestor’s Bloodline Power.

The ring he’s wearing is the Vampire Clan’s Soul Ring. It can control people’s minds,

and it’s just as effective on members of the Blood Race. It can trigger a person’s evil desires, causing them to lose themselves and fall into ruin. They either die or go mad.”

A member of the Bright Holy See said.

Before the member of the Bright Holy See had even finished speaking, a peculiar light quietly rose above Xiao Cangqing’s head amidst the chaos of the surging blood sea. It was like the Netherworld Lamp from ancient Western legends.

Within this scene that had drained the color from heaven and earth, an abrupt and strange hue quietly descended above Xiao Cangqing’s head.

An ancient lamp in an old Western style hovered there silently.

The lamp’s design was archaic and mysterious, its surface carved with intricate patterns.

These patterns were mystical imprints left by time, revealing a sense of solemnity and age that did not belong to this world.

Like a relic from across time and space, it hovered quietly, emitting an otherworldly, phantasmal light.

At its wick, a small but tenacious flicker of light swayed gently, like a candle guttering in the wind,

looking as if it could be extinguished at any moment. Yet, it released an intensely powerful, bone-chilling green light.

This green light stood in stark contrast to the rampaging crimson all around. The two intertwined, both contradictory and harmonious,

as if the boundary between Hell and Heaven had blurred, involuntarily giving rise to a soul-tearing pain and fear.

It was this seemingly fragile light that contained an extremely potent power.

It emanated an utterly frigid green glow,

a chill so cold it could seep into one’s very marrow and make the soul tremble.

It didn’t just illuminate the surrounding space; it was more like it had opened the gates to the Nine Netherworld,

dragging everyone’s mind and will into a cold, desperate abyss.