Not only Ronan, but even the female president in the distant command hall turned pale.
What kind of person was this? No matter how powerful you were, charging straight into the muzzles of countless guns like an idiot was simply suicidal. For a moment, the female president even wondered if Blaine had come here as a joke.
Based on all the battles she had experienced over the years, Blaine was completely surrounded by the enemy. Thousands of weapons were aimed at him from the front, back, left, and right. There was nowhere to escape. In her eyes, only death awaited him next.
Fortunately, Quill and his teammates—Rocket, Groot, and the others—had rejoined the battlefield. Otherwise, the shock would have been unbearable.
In anyone's eyes, Blaine's actions were no different from marching straight to his death.
Choo choo choo…
Choo choo choo…
Boom boom boom…
Boom boom boom…
As the Kree soldiers' laser cannons fired indiscriminately toward Blaine, his figure was completely swallowed by the barrage.
"It's over, it's over,"
"Is Xandar finished too?"
The people witnessing this scene felt a chill run through their hearts, their emotions plunging to the very bottom.
The only one who was happy was probably Ronan. More than anyone else, he wanted Blaine dead.
That man's voice and figure had been branded into his mind like a demon. If Blaine didn't die, Ronan would never have peace.
However, in the very next second, reality slapped everyone in the face.
After the artillery fire ended, that figure continued to walk forward. It was as if he hadn't been the one just engulfed by lasers and shells.
At this moment, Blaine himself was surprised. No one understood the power of those laser cannons better than he did—because he had just taken them head-on. It was precisely those alien laser cannons that had forced Blaine to activate his Diamond Body.
If someone looked closely, they would notice that Blaine's entire body was now wrapped in a golden glow. Even his hair had turned a radiant gold. This was the result of pushing the Diamond Body to its absolute limit.
Blaine hadn't expected that the random bombardments he had once faced on Earth—bombs and missiles that couldn't even break his defenses—would pale in comparison to these weapons. Even on an alien planet, they had forced him to mobilize his Diamond Body.
It was clear that Tony Stark's weapons were truly practical and capable of killing powerful opponents. Now Blaine finally understood why they were so formidable.
Money was one thing, but the latest Mark armor was no joke. Wasn't it technology that allowed a mortal body to stand shoulder to shoulder with a God? Technology changed destiny—and at the same time, changed one's strength.
As for Ronan, if his expression were compared to something on Earth, it would have long since turned the color of pig's liver. Ugly beyond measure.
With a furious wave of his hand, Ronan continued ordering his men to fire until Blaine was killed.
But how could Blaine allow that?
His mental power spread out rapidly as he directly activated the soul-tracking technique. In the next second, every enemy within the range of his mental power was shot through the head.
Bang bang bang…
Wherever Blaine went, bodies fell to the ground.
There were countless enemies, yet they still couldn't stop Blaine's advance. Every step he took sent several people collapsing.
At this moment, Blaine was like the incarnation of the God of Death. Simply moving forward, he harvested lives. In an instant, explosions mixed with the dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground echoed endlessly before Ronan.
Not only Ronan, but even the female president watching the battlefield was utterly stunned, her expression nearly identical to Quill's earlier shock.
Her unease deepened further. Was this still a human being? This was nothing short of a blood-soaked Asura. She hadn't even seen him make a move—so how were the headshots happening nonstop?
On the battlefield, Blaine pressed forward step by step. The bang bang bang continued endlessly, yet his eyes remained fixed solely on Ronan.
Finally, Ronan couldn't take it anymore. He moved—but not to attack. He chose to flee. Turning around, he boarded the small warship he had arrived in, ignited the engines, and fled without looking back toward the battleship fortress near Xandar's atmosphere.
"Hmph, trying to run? Too late!"
Blaine had already given him a chance, but Ronan hadn't cherished it. Blaine had always shown no mercy to such people. Refuse the toast, then don't blame him for the forfeit. Since Ronan had chosen to push things this far and send his subordinates to die, Blaine would no longer hold back—not for any other reason than the dignity of a Bounty Hunter.
Seeing Ronan flee, Blaine didn't hesitate. The wind surged beneath his feet as he shot into the sky. He didn't need any warship assistance at all—he could fly on his own. That sight alone was enough to stun everyone watching.
High in the sky, Blaine stood alone before Ronan's battleship fortress.
His spiritual power spread outward as he continuously used the soul-tracking technique to locate Ronan.
"Burst."
When Ronan entered the range of his spiritual power, Blaine let out a low shout and detonated the spiritual seeds.
"Huh?"
To Blaine's surprise, the explosion didn't kill Ronan. There was no clean headshot like those below. Instead, Ronan merely collapsed to the ground, clutching his head in agony.
"What happened?"
"Could it be that Ronan's mind is stronger than those minions?"
"That shouldn't be possible. Even Ultron can be killed…"
"Is Ronan without the Power Stone really as strong as Ultron?"
After thinking it over, Blaine shook his head and dismissed the thought. None of that mattered anymore. Ronan had already been marked for death—no matter what, he would die.
In the next second, an additional weapon appeared in Blaine's hand. Drawing a bow and setting an arrow—it was naturally the Elemental Bow.
In his palm, a faint blue arrow rapidly condensed. It was an advanced version of the ice-and-snow elemental arrow, inscribed by Blaine with the Thousand-Mile Icebound Magic Array.
…
At such close range, it was impossible for Ronan to restart the engines and escape. Absolutely impossible. Even if it were an Absolute Hit, he was still lying on the ground, crippled by Blaine's mental attack.
The moment the arrow was released, the temperature along its path instantly plunged to one-tenth of absolute zero. Snowflakes and frost even appeared in the sky.
Kaka kaka kaka kaka…
When the arrow struck Ronan's battleship fortress, it didn't pierce through. Instead, it exploded instantly. A vast surge of icy blue snow and mist swept outward, engulfing the massive fortress in the blink of an eye.
Within the frozen fog, crackling sounds rang out—the sound of the battleship fortress freezing solid. In less than three seconds, the entire fortress was transformed into a colossal block of ice, gleaming with a bone-chilling cold light under the golden glow of Xandar's warships.
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