National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

He realized he knew absolutely nothing about this person, Chu He.

In his imagination,

Chu He, as the man everyone called the National Guardian War God,

seen as a pure powerhouse pursuing the pinnacle of Martial Arts,

and even revered as the number one expert on Blue Star,

should have embodied a selfless, boundless love for the world—a benevolent, kind, and steadfast champion of justice.

However,

the brutal reality was now laid bare before him.

None of the wonderful character traits he had imagined were present in Chu He.

What Chu He displayed,

was only a chillingly decisive ruthlessness and a resolve unshaken by any threat.

He was not the compassionate "Holy Mother" that Palm-Head had expected,

but a truly terrifying, iron-blooded powerhouse.

In that single moment, every man in Xia Shui Village had been sent to their graves,

and the perpetrator of it all,

was none other than the man revered by the entire population of the Great Xia Country as the National Guardian War God.

Overcome with terror, Palm-Head finally realized how naive and laughable he had been.

All his previous schemes and calculations were nothing more than a childish farce before Chu He, utterly pathetic.

"Mr. Chu, perhaps we can sit down and have a proper talk?"

Palm-Head forced himself to remain calm, desperately trying to keep his voice steady,

but the faint, involuntary tremor in his tone had already exposed the intense fear deep within his heart.

After all, any creature of flesh and blood with emotions,

would inevitably feel turmoil when faced with the threat of death.

It was impossible to remain perfectly calm.

"The Dark Holy See behind us is not to be trifled with either.

At the very least, there are no irreconcilable conflicts between us at present.

These dead men,

to powerhouses like you and me,

are nothing more than insignificant ants by the roadside.

In this life, who can guarantee they haven’t accidentally stepped on a few ants?"

Palm-Head tried to use his words to ease the suffocatingly tense atmosphere,

while also hinting that Chu He should not make an enemy of the Dark Holy See so easily.

"A moment ago, you used the men of Xia Shui Village to threaten me,

and now you’re going to use the Dark Holy See behind you to threaten me?

Then let your Dark Holy See come out. Let me have a look."

Chu He’s grim face looked even more resolute in the dim light,

the disdain in his eyes a contempt for all things in the world.

He slowly raised his right hand, his index finger lifting lightly as if conducting an invisible symphony,

and gently traced a graceful arc downwards through the air.

The movement seemed ordinary,

yet it was like an invisible blade that shattered the surrounding silence, unleashing a heart-stopping power.

At that very moment,

Palm-Head felt an indescribable tremor erupt from within his body.

An unseen force shot up his spine,

instantly reaching his left shoulder.

It was a subtle yet exceptionally clear pain,

like ten thousand fine needles piercing him at once.

Immediately after, a bone-chilling cold spread like ice,

along every inch of his left arm’s skin, through every blood vessel,

all the way to his fingertips, making him shudder involuntarily.

This was only the beginning.

Following Chu He’s seemingly casual gesture,

Palm-Head’s left arm, with an unnaturally smooth and clean motion,

detached from his body and drifted silently to the ground like a falling leaf.

At the incision, blood, like a long-suppressed volcano,

suddenly found an outlet and gushed forth,

forming dazzling pillars of gore,

swiftly dyeing the surrounding ground a deep crimson.

A thick, nauseating stench of blood filled the air.

Chu He’s speed was astounding, reaching the absolute limit.

So fast that at the moment his left arm detached,

the pain had not yet fully registered, and he was already consumed by an unprecedented emptiness and terror.

He stood frozen in place, as if his body had been fixed by some mysterious force,

his eyes wide with astonishment and disbelief.

He stared intently at the arm that had fallen to the ground,

as if to sear its image onto his retinas forever.

From the severed stump of the arm, purplish-black blood, like an awakened Demon,

surged out, mingling with the fresh blood on the ground,

instantly forming a pool of blood that emanated a bizarre glow.

The pool seemed to contain some kind of unknown power,

instilling fear in all who saw it, making them afraid to look directly at it.

In that moment, everything around them fell eerily silent.

Only the continuous spray of blood and the ever-thickening stench in the air

served as a reminder of the unimaginably terrifying and bizarre event that had just occurred.

Palm-Head’s mind,

had not yet recovered from the sudden, excruciating pain and the shock that shook his very soul,

when an even colder and more painful sensation coiled around his right shoulder like a venomous snake.

It was an indescribable chill,

identical to what his left arm had experienced, but swifter and more bone-deep.

He subconsciously turned his head, trying to catch sight of the source of this sudden disaster,

only to see his own right arm, as if lightly caressed by an invisible hand,

detach cleanly from his body.

The incision was terrifyingly smooth,

like a masterpiece of nature rather than a wound inflicted on flesh and blood.

Blood, once again like an out-of-control flood, burst from the severed limb,

merging with the pool of blood left by his left arm.