National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Along with a deafening boom, her figure instantly transformed into a streak of light right where she stood,

vanishing without a trace, leaving only thick, powerful arcs of electricity behind.

They wove together and burst wildly in mid-air, like enraged dragons churning through a sea of clouds,

erupting with blinding flashes and a CRACKLING roar.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Chengli had appeared like a phantom before the Superhumans.

Her palms were tightly wrapped in the deep blue, surging Power of Thunder and Lightning,

which seemed to be a living entity, constantly twisting, leaping, and exploding,

like a sphere of lightning capable of incinerating the heavens and earth, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Her figure moved as fast as lightning as her palms, carrying the endless power of thunderbolts,

slammed viciously into the Superhumans’ chests.

In that instant, it was as if a celestial river had burst its banks.

The vast and majestic Thunderbolt Power found an outlet, surging forth like a raging flood,

and poured into the bodies of the Superhumans with unstoppable force.

This power was far too terrifying.

It shattered their bodies on the spot as if they were fragile glass, sending flesh and blood flying as severed limbs scattered across the ground.

The scene was so bloody and tragic it was horrifying.

But the rampaging Thunderbolt Power did not stop there.

It clung to the pulped flesh on the ground like maggots on a corpse, SIZZLING like a Demon’s shriek.

Then, in an instant, the shredded flesh vanished, evaporated without a trace,

leaving only ink-black scorch marks on the ground that gave off a pungent, burnt odor—

a silent testament to the brutal battle.

"These are Superhumans? So weak. What a disappointment."

Xia Chengli lightly clapped her hands, the motion as light and casual as if she were merely brushing off a speck of dust.

Her voice was full of disdain and exasperation. "I thought I’d get a good fight out of them, but I didn’t expect them to be so fragile. Next time I run into trash like this, I won’t even bother to lift a finger."

Chu He watched all of this with an expression as calm as still water, simply giving an indifferent nod.

He looked as if such a shocking scene were a common occurrence to him.

Qu Yuxiu, who lay collapsed on the ground, witnessed the heart-pounding scene.

He was so shocked his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets, and his mouth hung wide open, unable to close. His face was a mask of astonishment and disbelief.

’Xia Chengli has been away for so long... where on earth did she learn such a tyrannical and peerless Thunder Skill?’

’And to think she can wield it with such perfection and mastery!’

’Could Chu He have taught her everything he knows?’

’But where did Chu He get such a heaven-defying Cultivation Technique?’

’Could it be that Chu He is backed by a mysterious Ancient Martial Inheritance Family with a long and storied history?’

In that moment, countless chaotic thoughts surged through Qu Yuxiu’s mind like a tidal wave.

It was then that Qu Yuxiu seemed to have an epiphany.

He was beginning to understand why Xia Chengli was so devoted to Chu He.

Xia Chengli had always been proud and supremely confident in her own strength.

She had always admired the strong, those who stood at the Martial Arts Peak,

and Chu He was evidently a man who could command the heavens and earth in her eyes.

Qu Yuxiu had actually developed feelings for Xia Chengli a long time ago.

To win the fair lady’s heart, he had trained day and night, doing everything he could to improve his strength.

But now, it seemed the gap between him and Xia Chengli was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth,

growing ever more distant and unreachable with each passing day.

He had to admit that on the path of cultivation,

Xia Chengli was indeed a once-in-a-generation prodigy with exceptional talent.

Her radiance was too dazzling, like the scorching sun high in the heavens,

forcing others to pale in her shadow, left far behind in the dust.

The members of the Werewolf Clan, who were used to rampaging through the world with tyrannical impunity,

were now trembling uncontrollably like leaves in the autumn wind.

They truly hadn’t expected

that the Chu He before them was already as powerful as a majestic, unshakeable mountain, inspiring both awe and fear.

What made their jaws drop even more was that

the seemingly delicate young woman beside Chu He,

who controlled such a terrifying Thunderbolt Power,

was just as ruthless as Chu He himself once she made a move.

Her ferocity was like that of a Demon from the Hell Abyss.

Look at what happened to those Superhumans.

Under her thunderous assault, not even a complete corpse remained.

They were utterly obliterated by that terrifying power, their souls scattered—completely and thoroughly dead.

Not a single bone was left. It was a gruesome sight.

"We’re just insignificant, low-level grunts in the Werewolf Clan.

If we weren’t so low-ranking, we wouldn’t be stuck in this godforsaken place.

Mr. Chu, you won’t gain anything by killing us all.

The real higher-ups in the Werewolf Clan, the ones with actual power, are all living comfortably at the clan headquarters right now."

Beads of sweat rolled down Sparrow’s forehead, his eyes filled with terror and anxiety.

He forced himself to muster a shred of courage to reason with Chu He,

his voice trembling, as faint as a candle flame flickering in the wind.

"Whether there’s any value in killing you is for me to judge, not you."

Xia Chengli took a graceful step forward, like a beautiful flower in full bloom.

She emerged with an aura of absolute confidence.

Her bright, lively eyes now gleamed with a fervent, eager light,

like a child waiting to unwrap a present. She looked at Chu He impatiently and asked in a crisp voice, "Brother Chu, should I just maim them, or should I send them all the way to Hell?"