The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 675: Chapter 633: Not a Single One Allowed to Stay! (7)

This night, for the Martial Arts World, was a night of nationwide fury, with everyone cursing the uselessness of the Guardian Institute.

As the center of this storm of criticism, everyone in the Guardian Institute stayed awake. Following Hua Xiaotian’s video conference, filled with furious curses and barked orders, members of the Guardian Institute all over the country sprang into action.

For the members of the Guardian Institute, this night held only one purpose: annihilate every last Werewolf that had infiltrated Huaxia and redeem the honor of their name. They knew that even if they left no Werewolf alive, their reputation in the eyes of the Martial Arts World had already plummeted to rock bottom.

Fueled by shame and rage, the slaughter began, unfolding in the dark corners all across Huaxia.

A foreign businessman, invited by a major corporation, was found dead in his hotel room. Cause of death: a shattered heart.

A newly hired Russian language teacher at a university was found dead in his dormitory. Cause of death: a pierced heart.

A hostess at a high-end nightclub was found dead on the street. Cause of death: a heart shredded by a blade.

An international student was found dead in his campus dormitory. Cause of death: a heart that had been catastrophically damaged.

This night, across Huaxia, over a hundred foreign visitors died far from home. Their deaths had two things in common: first, signs of a violent struggle, and second, the cause of death was always the destruction of the heart.

***

When the winter morning light began to shine on the lands of Huaxia, the killing stopped.

Strangely, the authorities made no report of this nationwide slaughter. All media was locked down, and not a single mention was made from beginning to end. It was as if the night of bloodshed had never happened.

The Martial Arts World, which had been observing the Guardian Institute’s every move from the shadows, also ceased its condemnations at sunrise. With a final, desperate struggle, the Guardian Institute had won back its dignity. Even though ten or twenty of their members had died during the night, compared to the result, it was worth it. At the very least, they had proven to the Martial Arts World that they were not so incompetent, not such useless trash.

At the Guardian Institute’s Jinling Office, Hua Xiaotian, who hadn’t slept all night, sat at his desk with a grim expression, glancing intermittently at his wristwatch.

Just as the hour hand clicked to seven, the office door was thrown open. The trusted subordinate who had been with Hua Xiaotian on Emei Mountain to witness the climactic battle between Qin Fan and Lan Xiaosheng rushed into the office.

Facing Hua Xiaotian, he quickly called out, "Master Hua!"

"Have you found out the origins of those three ghoulish things?" Hua Xiaotian asked, his voice low and his brow furrowed.

"We have, Master Hua. They’re Vampires from England!" his top aide reported, his expression grave.

"What?" Hua Xiaotian shouted, his eyes widening in astonishment. In the next instant, his anger exploded without limit.

"Haha, very good, quite good indeed! Werewolves sneak in, and the Guardian Institute has no clue. Vampires sneak in, and the Guardian Institute still has no clue!

"You tell me, how am I supposed to explain this to the Forbidden City? How am I supposed to face the entire Martial Arts World? We are the Guardian Institute, sworn to protect the Royal Territory of Huaxia from foreign invasion. Yet we’ve been infiltrated by Werewolves and Vampires one after another without our knowledge! This is a resounding slap in the face! A huge humiliation!

"Have Superpower Users snuck in too? Yes, they must have! After all, with Vampires and Werewolves infiltrating in droves, why wouldn’t the Superpower Users join the party? Dammit, why does the Guardian Institute today feel so much like the Late Qing Dynasty!"

Leaping down from his desk, an incensed Hua Xiaotian roared, spittle flying.

Yet, listening to the tirade, his aide showed no sign of embarrassment or shame. Instead, his expression grew even more solemn. Amidst Hua Xiaotian’s shouts, which seemed to vent the darkness in his heart, the aide suddenly interjected, "Master Hua, there’s something I must report! The recent string of cases involving missing young women across Huaxia... after investigation, it was all the work of Werewolves and Vampires! There are hundreds of cases! In other words, at least several hundred young women have met a gruesome end!"

As his aide finished speaking, Hua Xiaotian froze, as if he’d been turned to stone. But in the next moment, the muscles on his face began to twitch violently, and his clenched teeth ground together with an audible rasp. An unprecedented rage contorted his features, and the entire office fell into a dead silence.

A moment later, though he wasn’t a smoker, he turned and snatched a pack of cigarettes from his desk, one he’d barely touched for over half a month. He snapped a lighter open and lit one.

HUFF—

He took a deep, shuddering drag. Through the swirling smoke, a rare ferocity twisted Hua Xiaotian’s face. His voice was low and chilling as he spoke. "Better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one slip by! No foreign Abnormals will be tolerated within Huaxia’s borders! The Guardian Institute has been dormant for years. It’s time we went on a rampage! Pass down the order: the slaughter continues! I don’t want a single one left. Wipe every last one of them out!"

As he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slammed it down on his desk.

BOOM—!

The solid desk instantly disintegrated into a pile of splinters. It was the might of a true master, and the first time Hua Xiaotian had demonstrated it to his subordinate.

"Yes, Master Hua!" his aide replied, his spirit ignited as he answered with a sharp, loud voice.

In a dormitory at Jinling University, Qin Fan, who had quietly slipped back after midnight, slept until noon.

When he finally got out of bed, Wang Dalu and Zhu Houqing were nowhere to be seen. They had only left a note: "Bros went to pick up chicks, you fend for yourself! We cooked noodles and left them in the pot on the balcony. Eat ’em if you want, or don’t. Oh yeah, forgot to tell you, the noodles are a bit salty. That idiot Wang Dalu put in an extra spoonful of salt!"

Reading the indescribable note, Qin Fan couldn’t help but grin. He jumped out of bed, washed up, and without any fuss, began eating the overly salted noodles.

After taking care of his hunger, he relished the rare moment of leisure. He sat down at his computer and found a novel about an overpowered protagonist to read. As for Ji Yi and Jiang Yino, he hadn’t contacted them. He had already received a message from the older sister last night, saying she had taken the three goddesses away and would return a cheerful, reborn girl to him before New Year’s Day.

Engrossed in his reading, Qin Fan—who had killed eight Werewolf minions, one of their leaders, three Vampires, plus Jeremy and Norman—had no idea what a storm he had stirred up.

He was in big trouble.

As the sun began to set over Huaxia, a piece of news was released to the Third World that set the entire globe ablaze.

When that message reached Huaxia, it was like a bombshell had been dropped on the Martial Arts World.

Whether they practiced Dark Energy or had reached the Transformation Realm, everyone, including Hua Xiaotian, the Guardian Institute Director himself, was utterly shocked by the news.

The name Qin Fan, like the mushroom cloud from a nuclear bomb, erupted from Huaxia and swept across the entire global Third World.