National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Chapter 292 - 291: So, It’s My Turn Now

Even Chu He was astonished by this sudden turn of events.

He had never imagined that this peculiar-looking young man would attack someone from the Lighthouse Empire so directly and without a shred of hesitation.

On all of Blue Star, those who dared to lay a hand on anyone from the Lighthouse Empire were few and far between.

And this man had come alone.

Given the ferocious aura he exuded, Chu He didn’t believe the man was simply seeking death. This meant he was acting with impunity.

The man in charge from before was instantly reduced to a bloody pulp, shattered bones flying through the air.

A downpour of blood and shredded flesh rained down, nearly engulfing the young man’s entire body.

However, faced with such a gruesome scene, the young man appeared exceptionally calm—even apathetic to the extreme.

His face showed no hint of emotion. Within his enormous eyes, there was only a deep, profound emptiness.

It was as if he had long grown accustomed to such bloodshed and brutality.

Blood stained his clothes and dripped onto his dark cyan skin, creating a shockingly horrifying tableau, but he paid it no mind.

With just a slight shake of his body, a powerful force erupted from within him like a passing gale.

It swept away all the blood and gore clinging to him, restoring his eerie cleanliness.

But this was only the beginning. His rampage was far from over.

In the next instant, he turned and surged like a tempestuous wave toward the security guards trying to stop him.

Every punch was accompanied by a sickening crunch, the sound of bone and muscle disintegrating under extreme force.

Before him, the security guards were like fragile scarecrows, completely unable to defend themselves.

One by one, their bodies were beaten until they burst, splattering blood and viscera everywhere.

The air filled with the thick stench of iron and death.

This was a one-sided slaughter, a bloody and brutal feast straight out of Hell.

The young man had become an envoy of the Death God, sowing violence and death across the land at the cost of life.

Sitting to Xiao Cangqing’s left, Ji Shengyue, however, was growing secretly excited.

This young man, who had never been seen before, looked almost identical to an Evil Spirit.

He was so unbelievably brutal, and judging by his movements and speed, he was no ordinary Martial Artist.

This meant his strength was immense!

To dare cause trouble here all by himself, he must be completely fearless.

Ji Shengyue prayed inwardly, ’I hope this guy doesn’t start strong only to fizzle out like some useless oaf. It’d be best if he could grind Xiao Cangqing and the Lighthouse Empire into the dust. That way, I’d have a chance to break free from Xiao Cangqing’s grasp!’

"Interesting. To think someone would dare cause trouble on my turf."

Xiao Cangqing first glanced at Chu He, then at the people from the Bright Holy See.

He had just been silently speculating.

Was this audacious troublemaker sent by Chu He, or by the Bright Holy See? Or perhaps he was a pawn deployed by some other power, one of those who watched from the shadows with greedy eyes, dissatisfied with the Lighthouse Empire and his own dominant position.

But judging by appearances alone, Chu He’s expression was serene.

That man’s face rarely betrayed any emotion, no matter the situation.

Even when surrounded and under attack, he seemed as carefree and relaxed as if he were out for a stroll in the country.

Meanwhile, Bishop Guerrero of the Bright Holy See wore a faint smile, as if he were gloating over their misfortune.

This sight displeased Xiao Cangqing greatly, but he wouldn’t take the initiative to move against the Bright Holy See.

The Bright Holy See was also incredibly powerful, with a terrifying force hidden in its depths.

Even he, the Ancestor of the Vampire Clan, was wary of them.

Xiao Cangqing’s fingertips traced a pattern in the air.

As he swiftly completed the final gesture, a suffocating pressure suddenly descended.

In that instant, time seemed to slow, becoming heavy as if bound by invisible shackles.

An overwhelmingly thick stench of blood, like the sudden opening of an abyssal gate sealed for a thousand years, instantly swept through the entire arena.

This aura carried an ancient, evil, yet alluring power, causing everyone present to shudder involuntarily.

It was more than just a scent; it was a call that could pierce the soul, awakening a terrifying presence that slumbered in the darkness.

The bloody aura was like a tide surging from an endless darkness, bringing with it a suffocating pressure that made one’s heart clench.

Just as this aura reached its peak, in the empty space above the arena, several eerie, blood-red halos suddenly materialized, carrying a heart-stopping chill.

Within the halos, several figures slowly coalesced. They were the elite masters of the Vampire Clan.

They wore black robes, their faces handsome yet pale as paper.

Their eyes glinted with an endless thirst for blood and a cold, murderous intent.

These Vampire masters floated in mid-air, wreathed in a faint, bloody mist. Every breath they took seemed to siphon the life from their surroundings.

Their appearance made the already tense and oppressive atmosphere even heavier, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on everyone’s heart.

Their eyes held both fury toward the provocateur and a firm resolve to defend their clan’s honor.

"To dare run wild in this place... you have some nerve!"

one of the Vampire masters said coldly. His voice was deep and magnetic, yet filled with an undeniable authority.

The sound was like a roar from the depths of Hell, carrying a bone-chilling cold that made one shudder.

As his words fell, the others responded in unison, their figures blurring.

They transformed into several blood-red streaks that tore through the sky, shooting straight for the young man.

These crimson beams intertwined in mid-air, forming an inescapable net.

Each beam contained enough energy to move mountains.

They weaved and collided, setting off a series of deafening explosions that threatened to tear the very world asunder.

The tremendous force of the impacts threw up dust and debris, forming dust storms that blotted out the sky. A fierce wind howled, carrying a bone-piercing chill and pulling everything nearby into the chaotic vortex.

The scene was like the coming of the apocalypse, terrifying to behold.

"It seems that ever since the Vampire Clan’s Ancestor bloodline descended, the strength of every member of the Vampire Clan has doubled."

Bishop Guerrero of the Bright Holy See remarked.

Xiao Cangqing merely kept a stony face, ignoring Guerrero’s remark, uncertain whether the praise was sincere or sarcastic.

His expression was like a cold stone carving, devoid of any warmth.

As time slowly passed, the dust swirling in the air settled layer by layer, revealing the true face of the earth after being ravaged by violence.

The area had been shattered, crisscrossed by a complex web of cracks of varying depths, like a canvas furiously scribbled upon by a god of wrath.

Some of these fissures snaked and twisted like the lines of an ancient totem.

Others were straight and deep, plunging toward the earth’s core as if they were passages to Hell.

Amidst the devastation, the most striking feature was a deep, sunken crater.

It was as if a star of destruction had fallen from the sky, smashing a shocking wound into the hard ground.

Along the crater’s edge, rubble was scattered and the earth was upturned, revealing a sense of primitive, untamed power.

The surrounding air still seemed to tremble with the aftershocks of the explosion, inspiring a sense of awe.

In the center of this destructive scene, the young man stood quietly.

He stood tall with his arms crossed, as immovable as a mountain.

There wasn’t a single mark on his skin, not even the slightest scratch.

The attacks, which had been powerful enough to shatter the world, were to him no more than a gentle breeze against his cheek.

His eyes now flickered with a cold and cruel light, a light that held both merciless contempt for his enemies and an excited anticipation for the counterattack to come.

His voice pierced the surrounding silence, echoing through the air: "Since your attack is over, it is now my turn."