National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Chapter 298 - 297: Many Birds on West Mountain Carry Twigs; Magpies and Swallows Make Their Own Nests

Ji Shengyue sat in her seat, her whole body trembling slightly with excitement.

Even someone with Ji Shengyue’s relatively low level of strength could clearly see that Xiao Cangqing was at an extreme disadvantage.

Although Xiao Cangqing had just unleashed a torrential sea of blood, a seemingly endless display of power, for ninety percent of the entire battle, he had been on the losing end.

As long as Uzi killed Xiao Cangqing, Ji Shengyue would be instantly freed, and she could once again become the revered ruler of the Great Jing Empire!

Her palms were slick with nervous sweat, and she prayed silently in her heart: ’Uzi, you have to win!’

If it were possible, if Uzi were willing, Ji Shengyue would spare no expense and mobilize all the resources of the Great Jing Empire to invite Uzi to become the Great Jing Empire’s National Guardian War God!

"What’s wrong?"

Chu He asked, looking at Xia Chengli, who was seated beside him.

Xia Chengli’s expression was very strange at the moment.

Her brows would relax one moment and furrow tightly the next, as if she were plagued by grave doubts.

And as this expression played across her face, her gaze remained fixed on Uzi in the sky.

"I don’t know why, but when I look at Uzi, I get a strange sense of familiarity.

The more he unleashes that immense power, the more familiar he feels.

But I can guarantee this is the first time I’ve ever seen his strange appearance and body.

If that’s the case, why does he feel so familiar?"

Xia Chengli’s tone was filled with confusion.

Her question seemed directed as much at herself as it was at Chu He.

After hearing Xia Chengli’s words, Chu He couldn’t help but frown as well.

Such a feeling was indeed strange, especially for a powerful Martial Artist like Xia Chengli.

A Martial Artist, unless affected by some negative influence, should never experience mental confusion or jumbled memories.

Xia Chengli was speaking incoherently now, which was clearly not normal.

And Chu He couldn’t detect any negative energy affecting Xia Chengli.

A thought suddenly occurred to Chu He, and he asked, "Could it be that Uzi was a normal person before he transformed into this state? Think about it. If his face, features, and body were that of a normal person, would he seem familiar to you then?"

"I was just thinking the same thing.

’Maybe I knew him before he became this... thing that’s neither human nor ghost,’ but that’s absolutely impossible."

Xia Chengli shook her head. "You should know about my background.

Since I was little, all I’ve done is study all kinds of Martial Arts knowledge.

I’ve had contact with very, very few people. My usual companions were all sorts of thrilling novels."

Thinking of this, Xia Chengli covered her cheeks with her hands and shook her head violently, as if trying to fling all these confusing thoughts from her mind.

Then, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Could it be that my strength is too weak, and I’m being unknowingly influenced by Uzi?

After all, that despicable Xiao Cangqing just pulled out two weapons that can affect a person’s mind.

Once I kill this Uzi, maybe I’ll go back to normal."

"You’re no match for him."

Chu He said helplessly, "Uzi’s fighting style doesn’t seem to involve any flashy Secret Technique moves.

He relies purely on savage, domineering strength, forcibly unleashing a power that can destroy anything.

His strength is so great it even surprises me.

And because of that,

Xiao Cangqing, who possesses the Bloodline Power of a Vampire Clan Ancestor, is steadily losing ground before Uzi, putting him at a disadvantage and in a pathetic state.

He’s even had nearly half his head destroyed.

If members of the Vampire Clan didn’t possess such powerful regenerative abilities, I’m afraid Xiao Cangqing would already be dead."

"In a world of wrongs, why suffer in vain?

With this tiny frame, I carry wood until the end of time.

I vow to fill the Eastern Sea; though my body sinks, my heart remains unchanged.

The sea may never be filled, but my will shall never end.

Alas! Do you not see the birds on the western mountains carrying twigs, magpies and swallows building their own nests!"

Xia Chengli lifted her delicate chin slightly and recited softly.

"Where did you read that?" Chu He asked curiously.

"In a book at your manor.

A lot of people, trying to suck up to you, said you love to read... that you loved reading back in the Great Jing Empire, so they sent a ton of books.

I’ve been taking a few to keep on hand and read from time to time."

Xia Chengli said slowly.

Chu He nodded. He was aware of this.

The truth was, he had read a lot of books back in the Demon Cave, but only because he was bored.

The signal there was so bad it was practically nonexistent, so he often used books to pass the time.

On this chaotic, interwoven battlefield, the fierce battle between Xiao Cangqing and Uzi was like two irreconcilable, raging torrents, crashing violently into each other and stirring up an endless storm of destruction.

Faced with Uzi’s overwhelming and powerful offensive, Xiao Cangqing, far from retreating, was like an enraged beast, a surge of unprecedented, savage power welling up within him.

This power, originating from the Bloodline Power deep within his soul, carried a mysterious aura of destruction and rebirth, instantly tearing the surrounding air to shreds as if the apocalypse had arrived.

With a furious roar from Xiao Cangqing, a long-handled great-axe materialized in his hand.

The axe was not only massive, but it also exuded an ancient, evil, and terrifying aura.

On the axe’s blade, fine veins of blood flowed slowly, as if it had just returned from a gruesome, blood-soaked battlefield, with every drop containing the terrifying power of death and Curses.

And the moment Xiao Cangqing gripped this Blood Axe, his body transformed into a vessel of blood, scarlet liquid beginning to seep madly from every pore.

The droplets intertwined and coalesced in the air, eventually turning into a tragic, beautiful rain of blood that fell upon the battlefield, adding a strange and sorrowful color to the brutal fight.

Xiao Cangqing moved through the air like a phantom, every movement accompanied by a downpour of blood.

The scene was both magnificent and chilling to the bone.

His figure flickered in and out of sight within the bloody rain, and every swing of his axe was accompanied by a deafening roar and a blinding flash of crimson light.

And that Blood Axe, in particular, displayed its astonishing power.

Each time it clashed with Uzi’s weapon, it would stir up an even more violent wave of blood.

The blood that constantly appeared on the axe seemed to be drawn directly from the depths of a Blood Pool, carrying with it endless resentment and a will to kill, vowing to completely devour Uzi.

As time went on, relying on this sudden burst of immense power, Xiao Cangqing gradually launched an overwhelming assault on Uzi.

Uzi’s defenses crumbled under the Blood Axe’s relentless bombardment, his body covered in a crisscrossing network of cracks, each one deep enough to reveal bone.

Although no blood flowed, the despair and agony radiating from within him could not be concealed.

His body teetered on the verge of collapse under Xiao Cangqing’s fierce attack, as if it could crumble into a pile of broken wreckage at any moment!