National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Only then did Xiao Cangqing realize with a jolt that the Slaughter Knife in his hand, which bore the weight of five million vicious souls, had nearly severed Uzi’s arm at the shoulder, yet Uzi’s expression remained unchanged.

It was as if his own body hadn’t been struck at all.

In the suffocating silence, Uzi’s movement was sudden and decisive,

like a leopard lying in ambush, he suddenly revealed his lethal fangs.

Without the slightest hesitation, with a speed and power that were almost instinctual, he swung an arm that held endless darkness and destruction.

His index, middle, and ring fingers were like three sharp steel needles,

latching unerringly onto the crown of Xiao Cangqing’s head.

This was no simple touch. It came with a heart-stopping pressure,

as if it meant to lock his very soul in place!

Meanwhile, his thumb and pinky bent at an incredible angle,

clamping down on Xiao Cangqing’s temples from both sides.

These two most fragile points of life were now in Uzi’s grasp, ready to burst at any moment.

Then, a bizarre, dark cyan glow began to emanate from Uzi’s five fingers.

The light was profound and chilling, like an undercurrent surging from an abyss, carrying with it an irresistible, destructive force.

As power surged within him, his five fingers seemed to transform into five invisible blades.

A cataclysmic force gathered within them, then erupted, piercing straight through Xiao Cangqing’s hard skull and stabbing deep into his brain.

The scene was so cruel and violent it resembled a surrealist horror painting,

causing everyone present to hold their breath and stare wide-eyed, their hearts filled with unspeakable shock.

”CRACK... CRACK... CRACK...”

”AAAAAAAGH...”

They could even hear the faint cracking of bone and Xiao Cangqing’s agonized, desperate groans.

But these sounds were quickly drowned out by Uzi’s sick, gleeful laughter.

A near-demented expression of pleasure appeared on Uzi’s face.

It was the look of ultimate desire and satisfaction—for power, for violence, for death.

His eyes glinted with an unnatural light, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cruel smirk.

”Kekekekekeke...”

The air seemed to freeze, with only Uzi’s chilling laughter echoing through it.

Uzi’s movements were like a Demon’s dance as he violently ripped his hand from Xiao Cangqing’s shattered skull.

The process tore flesh from bone, creating a horrific, gory spectacle.

Bone fragments from around the eye sockets, shredded flesh, and a slurry of brain matter

scattered and fell with Uzi’s movement. The air was instantly filled with the suffocating stench of blood.

Uzi’s fingers had become gruesome instruments of torture, now draped with flesh and bone fragments that were not his own.

He casually flicked the gore away, leaving behind shocking streaks of blood that testified to the unholy atrocity he had just committed.

Xiao Cangqing’s screams came to an abrupt halt, replaced by violent tremors born of extreme agony.

His body convulsed as the upper half of his face completely lost its shape, replaced by a mangled, bloody abyss.

The tissues within his skull were laid bare—a shocking sight.

Blood, like an uncontrolled torrent, gushed down, staining his chin and neck,

as well as the once-elegant formal wear that now served as a testament to the slaughter.

But Uzi began a ritualistic meal, unreservedly lifting the remaining fragments of bone, meat, and blood to his mouth and chewing with relish.

The crunching sound of bone was jarring in the silent air, enough to make one’s skin crawl.

His expression showed no disgust or discomfort. Instead, it revealed a sick satisfaction and enjoyment, as if he were savoring the world’s greatest delicacy.

This scene was like a bombshell, completely shattering the perceptions and imagination of everyone present.

Fear spread through their hearts like wildfire, while shock weighed on them like a great stone. It was as if they had witnessed the most terrifying scene from Hell itself.

A chill rose from the depths of their beings, making them shudder involuntarily. Their breathing grew difficult and heavy.

As for Uzi, he was completely immersed in his own madness and brutality, unable to pull himself free.

He was like a savage beast driven by bloodlust, unleashing the darkness within his heart.

Uzi’s body, torn open by the merciless Slaughter Knife, was now displaying an unimaginable ability to recover.

From the wound—which should have been a grisly sight of mangled flesh and exposed, cyan-tinged bone—a mysterious cyan energy began to surge.

This energy seemed to be alive, emitting an eerie glow.

As the energy slowly spread, strands of muscle fiber began to emerge from the edges of the wound.

They were as fine as silk yet incredibly tough, seemingly possessing a will of their own.

These new muscle fibers intertwined, weaving together like a complex net to bind the severed tissues.

As time passed, the fibers gradually solidified and grew,

not only filling the gaping wound

but also adding even greater strength and astonishing resilience than before.

The entire healing process was astonishingly fast. In just a few minutes, Uzi’s mangled body was revitalized, restored to its former Perfection and strength.

Beneath his skin, his muscles bulged, seemingly containing endless explosive power, ready to launch another ferocious attack at any moment.

His restoration complete, Uzi’s lips curled into an utterly cruel smile.

He manically licked the leftover bits of flesh and blood from his lips, a gesture that was both a display of his great power and a blatant provocation to his foe.

Then, his figure blurred. Like an agile leopard, he shot toward the fallen Xiao Cangqing.

His eyes, filled with killing intent, glinted with an intense desire for victory and a greedy lust for blood.

Xiao Cangqing lay wretchedly on the ground, surrounded by a surging sea of blood.

This sea of blood was not external; it originated from the very depths of his being, the roiling struggle of his life force.

The sea of blood contained endless energy and pain. Every drop shone with an ominous red light, submerging him entirely in a crimson chaos.

At this critical moment between life and death, Xiao Cangqing’s thoughts raced through his mind like lightning.

’I can’t understand why there is such an insurmountable gap between Uzi’s strength and my own.’

’The Bloodline Power of the Ancestor at his peak flows through my veins.’

’This power should make me invincible, yet now I feel so weak and fragile.’

’Is it because my understanding of this Bloodline Power is too shallow? Have I failed to truly grasp its essence?’

The sea of blood surged within his body. Propelled by this immense power,

the shattered upper half of his skull began to heal at an astonishing rate.

Shattered bones reconnected. Severed nerves and blood vessels rapidly regenerated, nourished by the sea of blood.

Time itself seemed to accelerate as the power of life bloomed tenaciously amidst despair.

Just as Uzi swept in like a tidal wave, intent on utterly consuming him,

Xiao Cangqing suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly powerful force.

He threw a punch, aimed directly at Uzi.

This punch concentrated all the Bloodline Power in his body. A crimson light flashed, like an exploding sun, instantly illuminating the battlefield that had been shrouded in the shadow of death.

The force of the punch tore through the air, creating visible cracks in space itself.

Stunned by this sudden, immense power, Uzi was forced into a hasty defense and was still thrown back a hundred meters.

Where their powers clashed, a potent shockwave raged like a violent hurricane,

kicking up clouds of dust and shrouding the entire area in chaos!