"Haha! We're not dead?!"
After a long, deathly silence, Rocket finally came to his senses, stunned within the tree's barrier, then burst into wild laughter, his eyes instantly reddening, and he tightly embraced Groot in his arms.
"I am Groot..."
Groot blinked his big, bewildered eyes, looking completely lost, and murmured a questioning sound.
"We survived! We really survived! Someone must have saved us!"
Star-Lord clutched his chest, still shaken, and shouted with relief.
" Groot, immediately retract the branch barrier! Quickly!"
Gamora's expression tightened, and she immediately gave a stern warning.
Groot obediently gathered up the layers of vines and leaves, and everyone's view suddenly cleared, allowing them to see the outside world clearly.
In the center of the open space, a young man dressed in simple, casual clothing stood quietly.
He was dressed plainly, out of place in the futuristic interstellar battlefield, yet he possessed an aura of otherworldly superiority, watching them with a half-smile.
"This... this outfit?!"
Star-Lord's pupils constricted sharply as he stared intently at Wenwu's attire, his face filled with disbelief.
He had traversed the stars for many years, visiting various civilization star domains, and had never seen anyone wear such clothing.
He had only ever seen this kind of simple and casual style of dressing in the Earth of his memory!
" Quill, why are you staring at him like that? Do you have a crush on this handsome guy?"
Drax casually nudged Star-Lord on the shoulder with his elbow, grinning and teasing him.
"Shit! Shut up, you big guy!"
Star-Lord looked embarrassed and muttered a curse under his breath.
Gamora, with her keen intellect, immediately recognized that Wenwu was unfathomable and no ordinary passerby.
She stepped forward, her expression solemn, and asked, "Sir, were you the one who saved us just now?"
"Yes, it's me."
Wenwu nodded slightly, his expression calm.
"Dude, thank you so much! That was a certain death situation; if it weren't for your help, our entire team would have been wiped out today!"
Rocket patted Groot's little head, his face full of genuine gratitude.
"I am Groot!!"
Groot nodded vigorously and thanked Wenwu earnestly.
It was just a small favor.
Wenwu responded calmly.
"Hey buddy, your outfit is so unique, I've never seen anything like it in the whole universe. Where did you buy it?"
Unable to suppress her curiosity, Xing took the initiative to step forward and tentatively ask.
Wenwu's lips curled into a mocking smile, "I'm from Earth, so tell me where I bought it?"
"Earth?! You're from Earth?!"
Star-Lord's eyes lit up instantly, his expression filled with excitement.
Stop chatting! Trouble's brewing!
Gamora abruptly interrupted, her gaze fixed on the distance, her expression instantly turning extremely serious.
Everyone immediately turned to look.
Amidst the ruins, Ronan, wielding a glowing and booming Universal Weapon, slowly walked towards the scene.
He exuded a terrifying aura of chilling ruthlessness; even with his warship destroyed, he remained domineering, majestic, and arrogant.
Ronan's icy gaze swept over the entire Guardians of the Galaxy, his tone filled with extreme arrogance and mockery.
"All your struggles are utterly laughable in my eyes."
"So what if you fight to the death and destroy my warship? As long as I have the Power Stone, I am invincible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan slowly raised his hand. The gem in his palm shone brightly, and destructive energy gathered wildly, ready to end everyone with one strike and completely level Xandar.
At this critical moment, Star-Lord suddenly jumped out, ready to perform a spectacular dance-off.
However, at that moment, a light, airy voice suddenly rang out, causing him to freeze in place.
"You mere clown, how dare you be so arrogant? Do your family members know about this?"
Wenwu raised his eyes, looking at the arrogant Ronan with disdain, his tone full of contempt.
He had no interest in watching Star-Lord's fancy dancing; he was determined to get his hands on the Power Stone today.
Ronan abruptly stopped, his cold and fierce gaze instantly locking onto Wenwu, his killing intent chilling to the bone.
"Who are you, you mortal ant?!"
Who I am? You are not qualified to know.
Wenwu spoke indifferently, but before he finished speaking, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Buzz--!
A terrifying force instantly locked onto the Universal Weapon in Ronan's hand.
Ronan felt an immense force coming from his palm, and his five fingers were instantly pried open!
Bang!
With a deafening roar, the Universal Weapon he relied on to dominate the universe instantly slipped from his grasp and hovered steadily in Wenwu's palm.
"No--! My warhammer!!"
Ronan's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with rage and madness, and he roared out.
"Give it back! Give me back my warhammer right now!!"
He flew into a rage, disregarding everything, unleashing the terrifying physique of Kree warrior, and charged forward, determined to reclaim the destructive weapon that allowed him to roam the universe.
"Overestimating oneself."
Wenwu sneered and merely raised his hand slightly.
The next second, Ronan's heavy and sturdy Kree armor suddenly tightened!
Click click click--!
A piercing metallic squeaking sound suddenly exploded!
The heavy armor suddenly and violently squeezed inward, locking the body shut!
"Aaaaaaah--!!"
Ronan's piercing screams suddenly echoed across the battlefield.
The hard armor crushed flesh and bones, causing the entire skeleton to crack and dislocate one after another. The incomparably powerful Kree physique was instantly crushed and twisted.
His legs buckled, and he knelt heavily before Wenwu, completely devoid of his previous domineering aura.
hiss--!
Star-Lord, Gamora, Rocket, Groot, Drax all gasped in shock, their hair standing on end!
Ronan had just been looking down on all living beings, calling himself a god, and crushing the entire Xandar system, was instantly suppressed in the blink of an eye!
This bizarre and terrifying method instilled a nameless fear in the five people, sending chills down their spines.
They knew all too well how terrifying Ronan's combat power was, yet in the hands of this young man before them, they were utterly powerless to resist, being ruthlessly crushed like ants!
"Puff--!"
Ronan coughed up a mouthful of black, foul blood, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, his face contorted in agony, on the verge of death.
"It's over."
Wenwu spoke softly, urging the power to Life Control.
It instantly devoured Ronan's soul and all the essence of life.
The renowned Accuser of the mighty Kree Empire withered into a shriveled corpse in an instant, perishing completely.
A gentle breeze swept by, Wenwu raised his hand and waved it lightly. Instantly, Ronan's mummified corpse turned into dust and vanished into the world.
The five Guardians of the Galaxy stood frozen in place, their bodies ice-cold, a chill running straight to the top of their heads.
This clean, efficient, and ruthless method of killing made them instantly realize that their savior was no benevolent person!
Wenwu toyed with the warhammer inlaid with Power Stone in his hand, then turned to look at the five people who looked restrained and fearful, and said with a half-smile, "What? Are you afraid of me now?"
No, no! Absolutely not!
The Rocket waved their hands hastily, their faces full of embarrassment, forcing a smile, "You're our savior! Ronan committed countless evil deeds and deserved to die; he died a good death!"
Star-Lord suppressed his fear, rubbed his hands together, and brazenly stepped forward, tentatively probing, "Fellow countryman, buddy, the gems on this warhammer are too dangerous. Could you give them to us? We can transfer them to Xandar in exchange for a hefty reward, and we can give you the lion's share!"
"Feel sorry."
Wenwu's eyes were calm, but his tone was incredibly firm, "These are my spoils of war, why should I give them to you?"
"Well..."
Star-Lord was speechless for a moment. He wanted to persuade him again, but Gamora immediately reached out and shoved his arm hard, forcibly stopping him.
She was extremely wary of both Wenwu, and her mind was perfectly clear.
Ronan possesses formidable combat power, easily surpassing the vast majority of powerful beings in the universe, and comparable to the Black Order under Thanos.
Such a person was like a clay chicken or a clay dog in the hands of Wenwu, instantly killed without any chance to fight back!
This terrifying being, even if not as Thanos, isn't far off!
To provoke them now and demand the treasure would be tantamount to suicide! Besides, the other party had just saved their lives!
Just then, the sound of orderly and heavy footsteps suddenly came.