National Guardian's Gone and We're Done Chapter 295 - 294: That Vicious Weapon Bears the Weight of 5

The green light ford a stark, bizarre contrast with the sea of blood below. The two intertwined, weaving a terrifying tableau that shrouded the entire area in an atmosphere both gory and grim.

It was as if the entire world had been dragged into the Nine Netherworld. All was deathly silent, with only fear and despair left to echo.

As the eerie green light spread, the temperature in the area plumted.

The air seed to freeze into ice crystals, making every breath an arduous struggle.

Under the illumination of this dual light, the surrounding world grew even more distorted and strange.

Every inch of soil and every leaf seed to hold unspeakable secrets and dangers.

Just then, sothing in the distant darkness, seemingly drawn by the terrifying light, began to stir.

As the green light spread, the surrounding air seed to solidify as the temperature plumted.

A rustling sound, like the whispers of creatures in the night, was especially jarring in the silence.

They were the strange Evil Spirits unique to the Black Continent Grassland, so hiding in the shadows,

others traversing the void in intangible forms. Wielding ancient, malevolent power, they slowly closed in.

Drawn by this power, a disturbance began in the distant darkness.

Unspeakable, terrifyingly savage beings drew near amidst the rustling.

At the sa ti, the Bone Ring on Xiao Cangqing’s finger revealed its extraordinary nature.

The ring was made of an ancient material, its surface marked by the passage of ti, yet this could not conceal the profound mystery held within.

It was a ghastly pale white, covered in intricate patterns that seed to contain so kind of ancient and powerful force.

It was now emitting a subtle spiritual ripple, spreading outward in circles like a disturbance on a lake’s surface—formless, colorless, and imperceptible.

Only those with imnse Spiritual Power could detect this unusual ripple amidst the chaos.

The ripple targeted Uzi, who was not far away, and carried with it a sense of pressure and hostility.

At that mont, it was vibrating at a peculiar frequency, releasing waves of spiritual ripples that spread outward in circles like a disturbance on a calm lake.

"That’s one of the Vampire Clan’s Holy Artifacts, the Ghost Lamp. Its light can create hallucinations and control a person’s actions.

It looks like Xiao Cangqing isn’t holding back against Uzi at all. He’s going for the kill,"

a mber of the Bright Holy See remarked. The Bright Holy See and the Vampire Clan were mortal enemies, but they maintained a veneer of civility in public.

"Is that all?"

Uzi, his body bathed in green light, let out a cold, mocking laugh.

Then, he shot toward Xiao Cangqing like a bolt of lightning.

The opening salvo Xiao Cangqing had orchestrated with the Vampire Clan’s Holy Artifacts, the Bone Ring and the Ghost Lamp, lost all effect in an instant before Uzi.

None of the spiritual attacks had any effect on Uzi.

Uzi reappeared instantly before Xiao Cangqing and landed a single, unadorned, heavy punch on his chest, hitting him like a cannonball.

White bones suddenly erupted from Xiao Cangqing’s chest.

Chu He had seen these white bones before. He recognized them without needing the comntary from the mber of the Bright Holy See.

It was the Bone Zither, one of the Vampire Clan’s Holy Artifacts. When stained with blood, it makes a bone-creaking sound and transforms into Bone Armor to protect its master.

However, the reason it needed to be stained with blood to transform into protective Bone Armor

was because other mbers of the Vampire Clan were rely its users.

But Xiao Cangqing, who possessed the Power of the Ancestor, didn’t need to touch the Thirteen Holy Artifacts to use their abilities. He himself was their creator.

But even with the defense of the bone-white armor,

the force of Uzi’s punch sent Xiao Cangqing’s body flying, turning him into an afterimage,

and he slamd into the ground like a cannonball, creating a crater dozens of ters deep.

"Heh heh, didn’t you say that young man was no match for Uzi?"

"Fine, I underestimated Uzi."

"I’m really becoming curious about Uzi’s origins. But the evil, violence, and thirst for slaughter radiating from his body are no less than any mber of the Vampire Clan’s."

The sight of Xiao Cangqing being punched into the ground astonished many of the people present.

Before the fight truly began, over ninety percent of the onlookers believed Xiao Cangqing was stronger.

But the outco was clear: the man nad Uzi was superior.

Ji Shengyue excitedly clutched the hem of her clothes, her legs trembling slightly. She was just too thrilled.

’That young man, Uzi, actually managed to gain the upper hand against Xiao Cangqing! And it’s an absolute advantage, too.’

’I hope Uzi beats Xiao Cangqing to death!’

’Uzi, oh, Uzi, you have to win!’

Ji Shengyue prayed silently in her heart.

From the massive, smoking crater, Xiao Cangqing’s body shot into the air.

He transford into a streak of blood-red light and charged at Uzi.

He held a knife that seed to be wreathed in the countless souls of those it had slain.

The souls were each more ferocious than the last,

each more terrifying than the one before. They roared and shrieked, as if in unwilling tornt.

An endless aura of slaughter converged on the blade. It was as if the souls of a million people were wailing and crying, a truly earth-shattering spectacle.

The expressions of many experts present changed at the sight.

However, all of it was an illusion, created by the knife alone.

One could only imagine how many people the knife in Xiao Cangqing’s hand had killed.

"Could that knife be another one of the Vampire Clan’s Holy Artifacts?

The Slaughter Knife!

Legend says that knife has killed five million people.

The souls of those it kills are bound to the blade, becoming slaves to its wielder.

Wielding the Slaughter Knife is like commanding five million Undead Warriors,"

soone exclaid in shock.

"To hear the na of Amitabha is to find refuge in joyous praise. A single thought brings great reward, a treasure trove of perfect rit. Though a world of fire may rage, one must press on to hear His na. To hear Amitabha is to know no retreat; thus, I bow in sincere devotion."

In that instant where the grim and the grotesque intertwined,

Abbot Tonghua, a high monk of the Great Western Heaven, wore a solemn and compassionate expression.

Upon hearing that the malevolent weapon carried the heavy burden of five million lives,

a wave of profound empathy washed over him. His hands naturally ca together before his chest as he began to softly chant an ancient Buddhist Scripture.

Every syllable held the power of purification and deliverance, an attempt to soothe the violent energy that filled the air.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

As he uttered the Buddha’s na, Abbot Tonghua’s body was enveloped in a faint golden light—the radiance of faith and compassion.

He gently waved the wide sleeve of his kasaya,

and a stream of dazzling golden light burst forth.

Like the first rays of dawn, it pierced the thick gloom, illuminating the terror-shrouded land.

This stream of golden light was beyond compare, containing the supre Magical Power and compassion of the Buddhist Sect.

Wherever it passed, the very air seed to grow fresh and clean.

The strange Evil Spirits of the Black Continent Grassland, which had been drawing ever closer as shadowy figures,

revealed expressions of pure terror the mont they touched the golden light.

They shrieked and wailed, but they were powerless against this purifying force from a sacred domain,

and were forced to retreat far from this land.

The golden light drew magnificent arcs through the air, clearing away the gloom and evil with a single, gentle sweep.