The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

The seven guardian deities of Shenxia are seven old men who have guarded the land of Shenxia for decades and have seen countless life-and-death situations and storms.

At this moment, my thoughts surged like a river bursting its banks.

There was shock, relief, pride, and a touch of something indescribable...heartache.

They risked their lives, burning their demigod essence, and barely managed to lead their fighter squadron halfway through the terrifying aftershocks of the battle.

But this young man, at the very heart of the storm, single-handedly shouldered everything.

In the end, it was Wang Cangxian who broke the silence.

Before he could speak, Gu Xu laughed first.

He looked Wang Cang up and down, his miserable appearance as if he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Didn't I tell you to focus on your breakthrough in Longjing?"

"At your age, you're still doing such thrilling things with a young person like me? Can your body handle it?"

These words instantly diluted the previously somber and excited atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, Helian Shu and the others all wore expressions that were both amused and exasperated.

Wang Cang was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed in an annoyed tone.

"You brat!"

He wiped the blood from his face, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, saying, "With such a huge scene, the sky's practically ripped open, who can sit still at home in peace?"

His gaze swept over his six old friends behind him, then returned to Gu Xu, his eyes becoming exceptionally serious.

"Besides, in our Divine Xia, we can't let you shoulder everything alone."

"You've protected us, you've protected Shensha, more than enough times already."

"This time, it's definitely our turn, the old folks, to stand in front of you."

Although he spoke with great bravado, Wang Cang knew in his heart that they ultimately failed to stand in front of him.

By the time they had fought their way halfway there, the battle... was already over.

All they could do seemed to be cheer him on from behind.

Upon hearing Wang Cang's words, Gu Xu's smile faded slightly. He glanced at Wang Cang, then at the six equally solemn-looking seniors behind him.

He could sense their resolute will and imagine the price they had paid to charge this far.

Gu Xu remained silent for a moment, then solemnly nodded slightly to the seven people.

"Thank you, esteemed seniors."

There were no fancy words, just a simple thank you.

But all seven demigods understood the weight of those words.

Wang Cang grinned, revealing two rows of teeth stained red with blood. He waved his hand, his voice filled with heartfelt joy and pride.

"Alright, we're all family, let's not talk like that."

"Say nothing more, let's go home!"

"go home!"

……

When Gu Xu and the seven demigods appeared in the sky above Longjing.

The entire city had been completely transformed into a boiling ocean. News of the battle's end had already spread to every corner of Sheikha through various channels minutes earlier.

The doomsday shadow that had loomed over everyone for hours finally dissipated.

The ecstasy of surviving the ordeal ignited everyone's emotions like a raging fire.

Countless people poured into the streets, looking up at the returning figure in the sky, cheering and shouting with all their might.

"He's back! Commander Gu is back!"

"We won! We survived!!"

"Long live Commander Gu! Long live Shenxia!!!"

The shouts converged into a massive wave of sound, soaring into the sky as if to overturn the heavens.

A similar scene is playing out in every corner of the city.

The white-haired veteran trembled as he raised his right hand to salute the sky, tears streaming down his face.

The young parents lifted their child high above their heads, pointed to the black dot in the sky, and told him in choked voices, "Look, child, remember him, that's the hero who saved us all!"

In the hospital, countless doctors, nurses, and patients embraced each other, weeping with joy.

Those medical workers who had just been working tirelessly for the injured and were almost exhausted were now forgetting their fatigue and letting their tears soak their masks.

On the street, vehicles spontaneously stopped on the roadside, and countless drivers got out of their cars, stood on the roofs, and cheered with the crowd.

At this moment, the emotions of millions of people in the entire capital resonated, converging into a pure and powerful torrent of faith.

The internet has already exploded with discussion.

[We won! We won! We won! Ahhhhhh, I'm so happy I could cry! When it got dark, I thought it was all over!]

[I hereby declare that from this day forward, Commander Gu is my sole faith! Who agrees? Who disagrees?]

[Upstairs, do you even need to ask? I would call Commander Gu Jun a god!!!]

We survived... Brothers, we really survived! I've already written my will!

[Thank you, Commander Gu! Thank you, Divine Summer! I have no regrets about joining Divine Summer in this life, and I will be a Divine Summer citizen again in the next!]

Countless posts, videos, and comments flooded in, with people expressing their excitement and gratitude in the simplest and most sincere language.

The significance of the name "Gu Xu" in the hearts of the people of Shenxia.

He is not only the legion commander of the God-Slaying Army, nor is he the young genius who repeatedly created miracles, but a guardian deity who saved the world.

Meanwhile, outside the Blue Star plane, in that boundless darkness known as the Astral Plane.

Inside the starship of the Fallen Leaf Court, the battle had reached its most intense stage.

It is visibly clear that the hall, which was once full of goods, has now been completely turned into a living hell.

The walls were covered with burn marks and sword marks of varying depths, and the floor was littered with fragments of equipment and energy remnants left after the sacrificial items exploded.

The number of Star Hunters has dwindled from over forty initially to less than twenty.

The remaining people, all wounded and panting heavily, looked at the white figure in the center of the hall with eyes full of shock and fear.

Lorian Scarlet.

Before today, this name might have been just a legend to them.

But today, they experienced firsthand the weight of that name.

That's incredible.

That's absolutely outrageous and unreasonable.

This guy was like a ferocious beast in human skin, rampaging through the hunters and causing chaos wherever he went.

Admittedly, his fighting style is not complicated; it is simply the most direct approach: charge forward, swing his sword, and charge forward again.

But it is precisely this simplicity that is most unsettling.

His speed was so fast that most hunters didn't even have time to react; a flash of golden sword light, and he was gone.

Sometimes, the sacrificial item explodes, saving your life, but more often than not, you don't even have time to activate the sacrificial item before being completely wiped out by that incomparably sharp sword energy.

This battle was fought on completely different levels.