At the heart of the detonation, within the golden orb of light, Jiangnan held Mira safe and unharmed.
Mira’s small face was a little pale. An intercontinental missile was no small thing to endure.
Jiangnan, however, stared at his handiwork with pure excitement.
This thing is brilliant. I should have grabbed a couple more if I had known.
In that moment, everyone from Longyuan and Dandelion gazed in stunned silence at the now calm sea.
“He said he would flatten Dracula, and he actually did. From now on, we should just take South God’s words literally.”
“The whole island is gone? That’s a map-wiping cannon. Nobody is that brutal.”
“Riding a missile with a girl. I want to try that too. It looks thrilling.”
“You try it and you’re gone. We can’t match South God’s recklessness.”
At this point, Nightingale stared at Jiangnan and Mira in complete shock.
One controlled time, the other space. When these two teamed up, well.
Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao both covered their faces. Now they finally understood why the international community called Little South “Jiang Devil”.
He was not just ordinarily ruthless.
Less than twelve hours after abducting Mira from Dracula.
The entire Dracula island had been obliterated.
Gu Xiaowei was covered in black soot, her camera lens shattered, yet her face was alight with excitement.
“I got it. I captured the footage of Boss South God riding the missile.”
Ye Zhenguo’s entire dragon form was blackened, his expression speechless.
As a tool, you’re more dedicated than me.
He then glared at Jiangnan and ground his teeth.
“If I ever go out causing trouble with you again, I’m not human. Stop leaving me to take all the heat, alright?”
“Opportunities like this should go to the younger generation, like Wang Dalei.”
[Resentment value from Ye Zhenguo +1001!]
[From…]
Although Barton was dead, I absolutely did not want to do it this way.
Jiangnan held Mira and looked out over the sea, his smile gentle. “It’s all over now.”
Mira gave a sweet smile and nodded firmly.
How could she not know that Jiangnan had gone to such extremes to avenge her?
With Dracula destroyed, the weight in Mira’s heart lifted considerably.
Just then, bodies of spring-onion zombies began floating up from the water, along with a number of undead who were still alive.
The missile had vaporised a portion, but many had slipped through.
Jiangnan turned back with a grin. “Come on over, everyone. We still need to mop up the stragglers.”
The raiding party moved in to carry out the final cleanup.
Jiangnan’s void black hole proved very useful.
During the sweep, Jiangnan discovered that Fang Liu had somehow not been vaporised. She was floating on the sea with a ballpoint pen still stuck in her head.
A cold smile curved his lips. He grabbed her, gripped her neck, and pulled out the pen.
Fang Liu’s brain tissue regenerated, and her consciousness returned.
The instant she saw Jiangnan, her eyes filled with terror. She looked around and went blank.
Where am I?
Wasn’t I just on the island?
“Please, please spare me. I know I was wrong.”
“Back in the Sahara when I stole the serum, I only wanted to survive. I…”
Jiangnan’s voice was icy. “You wanted to survive? Do you know how many people died because of you? What about the Longyuan warriors who died because you went out to buy cosmetics?”
“You wanted to live, so everyone else could just suffer?”
Fang Liu struggled to breathe under Jiangnan’s grip. She knew he intended to kill her, and no amount of begging would help.
Her face twisted with venom. “Jiangnan, you will die a horrible death. I…”
Jiangnan’s smile grew even brighter.
“Curse me all you like. I’m not going to kill you.”
Fang Liu faltered. “You’re… not going to kill me?”
Jiangnan laughed. “Of course not. After all, I’m not some kind of devil.”
He pulled chains from his alternate dimension and bound Fang Liu tightly.
One end of the chain was tied to a massive boulder, and he stuffed two black pearls into the rock.
Fang Liu cried out in panic. “What are you doing? You said you wouldn’t kill me.”
Jiangnan narrowed his eyes. “Killing you would be too easy. I wonder how long you can keep coming back before you stay dead.”
With that, he tossed Fang Liu into the sea.
Dragged by the boulder, she sank to over a thousand metres deep, into eternal darkness.
She would repeat the cycle: suffocate, die, revive, suffocate again.
Until the serum’s effects were completely exhausted.
[Resentment value from Fang Liu +1000!]
[From Fang Liu…]
The resentment value list kept refreshing. Jiangnan blinked.
Good heavens. I’ve invented another machine.
An automatic resentment value generator.
When Fang Liu’s resentment values stop coming in, that will be when she is finally dead.
…
Meanwhile, because of the live stream from the water pipe, another wave swept across the international scene.
Barton Dracula was dead. A Dao Heaven-level powerhouse had fallen.
This was undoubtedly world-shaking news, and Ye Zhenguo gained fame as well.
Though not for solo-killing a Dao Heaven, but for the ridiculous footage.
Less than twelve hours after the Kyoto Sunset Plaza incident, Dracula was wiped out. The island itself was gone.
Once again, the world witnessed the iron fist of China.
Cause trouble anywhere else you like, but never on Chinese soil, or Dracula’s fate awaits.
After the event, many international organisations and factions pulled in their horns. The global scene grew noticeably quieter.
Yet none of that matched the explosion of a single famous image.
It was called a masterpiece, though it was really just a screenshot from the live stream.
In the picture, Jiangnan rode the missile with a girl, both hands flashing middle fingers, his expression arrogantly triumphant.
Pure joy, blurred into legend.
Reposts on the internet soared, rocketing straight to the top of the trending list.
