162: Chapter 162 Silver-haired, red-eyed man descends upon Tianhai City, causing a city-wide sensation.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, in the center of the massive crater, the air seemed as if it had been scorched by high heat, presenting a strange, distorted sensation.

Jiang Wanqiu slowly straightened her body.

Her pitch-black nano-armor had become tattered during that rough interdimensional transport, leaving large patches of snow-white skin exposed, covered in fine, bloody scratches. Her long silver hair danced wildly in the night wind, and that pair of iconic red eyes was scanning around this strange world.

Fragile.

That was her first impression of this world.

The air here was too clean; it lacked the scent of radiation and was instead filled with a nauseating smell of perfume and exhaust fumes. Although the surrounding buildings looked bright and beautiful, their structures were ridiculously loose, as if she could knock down all these "matchboxes" with just a light wave of her sword.

"Is this... the God Realm?"

Jiang Wanqiu sneered, a bloodthirsty curve appearing at the corner of her mouth, "It seems it isn't as indestructible as I imagined."

"Don't move! Put your hands up!"

Just then, a flurry of chaotic footsteps accompanied by terrified shouts rang out.

It was the security team from Yunding Villa.

This group of retired special forces soldiers had been on the night shift when their boss's backyard was suddenly struck by "divine retribution." Terrified out of their wits, they rushed over, wielding riot forks and stun batons.

When they saw the silver-haired woman standing at the bottom of the crater, holding a giant sword, everyone froze.

Beautiful.

It was a beauty that transcended human cognition, filled with wildness and slaughter.

But immediately after, came a fear that seeped into their marrow.

"Is this... the terrorist?" The security captain swallowed, the stun baton in his hand trembling, "Miss! Put... put the blade down! This is private property!"

"Private property?"

Jiang Wanqiu tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto the security guard who had spoken. It was just a single look.

The security captain felt his brain go "buzz," as if his throat had been targeted by an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex. The murderous aura, forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was simply not something these retired soldiers from a peaceful era could withstand.

"Get lost."

Jiang Wanqiu parted her vermilion lips and spat out only a single word.

Without any physical movement, the mental pressure that erupted with her voice was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the hearts of the security guards.

"Thump! Thump!"

Over a dozen well-trained, burly men rolled their eyes back, foaming at the mouth, and collapsed limply to the ground.

"A bunch of ants."

Jiang Wanqiu withdrew her gaze with disdain, not even bothering to finish them off.

Her target was not these small fry.

She turned abruptly, staring fixedly at the brightly lit villa ahead. Just now, in the holographic projection, that woman named Academician Chen Shuyin had been standing right here, blocking the path to her Father God!

"Vixen..."

"Get out here for this Empress!"

Jiang Wanqiu gripped the giant sword, which was still dripping with dark red energy fluid, with both hands and walked step by step toward the villa's front door. With every step she took, a floor tile crumbled beneath her feet, and her murderous aura surged like a physical substance.

Meanwhile.

The outskirts of Yunding Villa, and indeed the entire Tianhai City, had exploded into chaos.

The commotion from the "meteor" that had just fallen was simply too great, and combined with the spatial rift in the sky that had yet to fully close, countless citizens had run out to see God.

There were even plenty of fearless influencers and passersby holding up their phones, standing outside the police cordon to film frantically. Although they were far away, the zoom functions on modern phones were too powerful.

Jiang Wanqiu's appearance—silver hair, red eyes, and holding a giant sword—was instantly broadcast to every corner of the internet.

Weibo, TikTok, Twitter... the servers were once again facing the test of collapse.

[Holy crap! Look! Is that someone who walked out of the meteor?]

[Silver hair! Red eyes! And that battle-damaged look! Which top-tier cosplayer is filming a blockbuster? This is so accurate!]

[Accurate my ass! Look at that crater on the ground! It was actually smashed out! This is an alien arrival!]

[Isn't she just too beautiful? Is this the legendary Valkyrie? I want all the information on this young lady in three minutes!]

Public opinion always veers off into the absurd.

In the eyes of the onlookers, this was likely a carefully orchestrated "performance art" piece or on-location filming for some sci-fi blockbuster. Some even began editing photos of Jiang Wanqiu, adding "Guardian of Athena" special effects. No one knew that this "cosplayer" actually intended to slaughter Tianhai City.

"Hum—"

The giant sword in Jiang Wanqiu's hand began to charge. A dark red light flowed along the blade, emitting a teeth-gritting buzzing sound. She stood before the villa's front door, looking at the tightly shut carved wooden door, her eyes cold to the extreme.

"Not coming out, are you?"

"Then I'll smash the house... along with you!"

She raised the giant sword high.

If this strike landed, let alone this villa, even the underground laboratory and half the hillside would likely be split in two.

"Die—!!!"

With a shrill cry, Jiang Wanqiu put her waist into it, and the giant sword, carrying the momentum to destroy the heavens and annihilate the earth, smashed down!

At the critical moment.

"Rumble—"

Above her head, a sudden, extremely violent roar of an engine erupted.

A silver-shimmering shuttle, ignoring all physical inertia, descended like a brick falling from the sky, slamming hard into the open space between Jiang Wanqiu and the villa.

The airwaves rolled, blowing Jiang Wanqiu's long hair into a wild frenzy.

"Wanqiu! Stop!!!"

A furious roar, exasperated yet familiar to her very bones, came from the door of the ship that had not yet come to a complete stop.

Immediately after.

Jiang Chen didn't even wait for the boarding ramp to lower; he jumped straight down from the hatch, which was five or six meters off the ground.

He stumbled upon landing, nearly face-planting, but didn't care about his image at all. He spread his arms wide, like a highwayman blocking a road, and stood firmly in front of his own front door.

"Don't cut! That's my house! It cost fifty million to renovate!"

That shout was absolutely heart-wrenching.

The edge of the giant sword stopped abruptly less than ten centimeters from the tip of Jiang Chen's nose.

The violent sword wind made Jiang Chen's skin ache, and a few strands of his hair were sheared off.

Jiang Wanqiu remained in the position of the strike, frozen in place.

Those red eyes, previously filled with brutality and murderous intent, contracted sharply the moment she saw Jiang Chen.

All the viciousness, all the anger, all the arrogance, at this very moment... vanished into thin air.

"Clang."

The heavy giant sword slipped from her grasp and crashed to the ground, shattering several expensive floor tiles.

Jiang Wanqiu stared blankly at the man in front of her, who was panting, disheveled, and still wearing that casual suit.

This was real.

Not a projection, not data.

It was him.

It was the one she had crossed light-years for, burned her life for, and was willing to become an enemy of the world to see—her Father God.

"Fa... Father God..."

Jiang Wanqiu's voice trembled with a trace of disbelieving trance. The domineering aura of the Empress instantly collapsed, turning her into a little girl who had suffered a great injustice.

Her eyes instantly turned red, and large tears slid down her cheeks, mixing with the bloodstains on her face, looking heartbreakingly beautiful:

"You... you're finally willing to see me?"

"I thought... you didn't want Wanqiu anymore..."