National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Gold and white light intertwined, condensing into tangible Sword Qi.

It carried the might of heaven and earth and the dignity of a deity, threatening to grind everything before it to dust.

Before Amaterasu could unleash her third strike,

the Heaven and Earth Energy Shield Xu Fu had constructed finally failed to withstand the relentless assault.

With a CRACK, it shattered completely,

transforming into countless motes of light that vanished into the night sky like a fleeting dream.

Just then, Amaterasu let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

Her laughter, like the shriek of an owl, pierced the silent night, dripping with unbridled arrogance and triumph. "Let me tell you something. Your Qin Shi Huang was extinguished in the river of history long ago.

Today, I will not only kill you, I will crush your spirit!"

The devastating news struck Xu Fu like a bolt from the blue.

Xu Fu’s body trembled as if struck by an immense, invisible force, and the color instantly drained from his face.

His eyes held an unexpected sorrow—a nostalgic reluctance to let go of ages past.

They also held an expected despair, for he knew that the conviction he had clung to for so many years,

had crumbled like a great edifice with the news of Qin Shi Huang’s demise, no longer able to stand.

Amaterasu was not one to let such a perfect opportunity pass.

Her next strike, brimming with boundless killing intent, descended with the speed of a viper striking from its den.

The sword stabbed firmly into Xu Fu’s chest, piercing him as easily as a sheet of paper,

and shattered the last of Xu Fu’s Emperor’s Qi.

Xu Fu violently spat out a mouthful of blood, stumbling back several steps like a kite with a snapped string.

Seeing this, the crimson humanoid monsters beside him seemed to act on instinct.

They instantly swarmed around Xu Fu, baring fangs and brandishing claws, attempting to form a wall of flesh and blood to defend him.

"Do you really think this trash can protect you?"

Amaterasu looked down, her contemptuous gaze sweeping over the monsters as she spoke coldly. "My next strike will take your life.

Hand over the Eight-footed Jade Hook now, and I might grant you a swift death.

Qin Shi Huang is already dead. Why do you insist on struggling?

Without the protection of your Emperor’s Qi, someone at your level of power won’t live much longer anyway."

Amaterasu saw through Xu Fu’s true state now that his Emperor’s Qi was gone.

A flicker of pity even appeared in her eyes—the kind of charity a superior being offers a lesser one, like watching a dying ant struggle for its life.

"So what?"

Xu Fu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was as pale as paper, but he forced himself to stand tall, his retort deceptively light.

Though his tone was weak, it was laced with a stubborn refusal to show weakness.

"Then let’s see if you’re really that tough, or if it’s all just talk."

Amaterasu’s face instantly darkened like a stormy sky.

She raised the Grass Cutting Sword high once more and swung it down fiercely.

In that instant, a blinding light burst forth, as brilliant as the rising sun.

It bloomed against the dark landscape, illuminating the entire construction site as if it were broad daylight.

At the same time, an indescribable pressure descended, as if Mount Tai itself were crashing down upon them.

In that moment, Amaterasu’s long hair and robes billowed around her.

Showcasing her unparalleled divine radiance, she stood as the sole master of the world, holding the power of life and death in her hands.

"Xu Fu is done for."

Zheng Xuezhen sighed softly from the sidelines, her eyes filled with regret.

To her, Xu Fu was, after all, an ancient figure from the Great Xia Empire, a man who shared their heritage.

Yet now, here he was, on the soil of the White-Red Empire,

about to be so easily obliterated by one of the White-Red Empire’s Deities.

A wave of sadness washed over her from deep within.

Meanwhile, Amaterasu, the deity of the White-Red Empire, seemed overwhelmingly powerful and domineering,

like an insurmountable mountain.

’Even someone like Chu He... could he really save Xu Fu from Amaterasu?’

As this thought crossed her mind, she stole a glance at Chu He, who was standing there with a ramrod-straight posture.