Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Chapter 843: Chapter 421: The Rival Appears!

A skyscraper.

The rooftop.

The Swordswoman was squatting on the railing, playing with a handheld game console.

As she was playing, she suddenly raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

A sword flew out from behind her.

After a few moments.

A corpse skewered on the long sword flew back to land behind her.

Although the person was dead, their body still twitched from time to time.

The Swordswoman, without even looking, muttered under her breath:

“This level is quite tough… should I check out a walkthrough?”

A whooshing sound came from the void.

Another long sword flew out.

After a few moments.

A corpse skewered on the long sword slowly flew back.

“Ah— I lost! It’s all your fault for always distracting me.”

The Swordswoman angrily put away the game console, stood up, and looked toward a certain part of the city.

On a street.

At a restaurant.

Shen Ye’s father, Shen Shi’an, and mother, Zhao Xiaochang, were having a meal.

“Your grandfather Shen Ye sent over some money.”

Zhao Xiaochang said.

“I know, but I don’t want to accept it.” Shen Shi’an looked somewhat troubled.

On the street opposite the restaurant.

A Professional pulled out a handgun from his embrace, but before he could do anything—

Swoosh!

A long sword pierced his head with the swiftness of thunder, taking his body Soaring into the Clouds, and slowly descended onto the rooftop of the building across the street.

The Swordswoman folded her arms and showed a slight look of puzzlement:

“Strange…”

“Why are there so many people wanting to kill them?”

“Kunlun!”

Kunlun’s voice came from the phone: “I’m here.”

“Who wants to kill Shen Ye’s parents?” the Swordswoman asked.

“A person from the ‘White Horse Society’ has offered a bounty on the dark web to capture alive or kill Shen Shi’an and Zhao Xiaochang, with a very generous reward,” Kunlun said.

“Connect me with Xu Xingke.”

“Okay, connected.”

Xu Xingke’s voice came through the earpiece: “What’s up?”

“There’s a bounty on the dark web for Shen Ye’s parents,” the Swordswoman said succinctly.

“The world alert Level has been raised; from this moment on, no one is allowed to take on any task from the dark web,” Xu Xingke said.

“Is this what you said?” the Swordswoman asked.

“Yes, I said it—let Kunlun announce it,” Xu Xingke said.

“But I remember you set out long lines on the dark web, preparing to catch a big fish,” the Swordswoman said.

“I can’t care about that now; that ‘White Horse Society’ is troublesome and needs to be wiped out immediately,” Xu Xingke said.

“Who exactly is this ‘White Horse Society’?” the Swordswoman asked.

“The real enemy of the universe—I have a premonition it will bring us great trouble,” Xu Xingke said.

Kunlun’s voice came timely: “Xu Xingke’s words have been published on the dark web.”

“Get to work, leave a message if anything comes up.”

Xu Xingke hung up the communication.

The Swordswoman stood in place for a moment, sighed, and said:

“Well then, let’s shed some blood today, so you can’t say it’s too lonely following me.”

Clang—

Behind her, hundreds of long swords spread out like a peacock’s tail in the void.

They looked so Sharpness, clean, and brimming with killing intent.

Elsewhere.

The ocean.

Xu Xingke landed on a solitary island.

He lit a cigarette, moved his body a bit, took out a mobile phone, placed it on a Stone beside him, and said:

“Kunlun, we can begin now.”

Kunlun’s voice immediately came from the phone: “Your speech has been posted on the dark web for ten minutes, and it has been broadcast to everyone with money spent, so that anyone who goes on the dark web can see it.”

“After that—”

“A total of 1625 tasks were abandoned.”

“361 tasks were accepted.”

“And 127 tasks were just completed.”

“Never mind those that just finished,” Xu Xingke said, “As for those who have accepted tasks, if they give up now, let them be.”

“The rest—”

“List the names to me one by one.”

Kunlun’s voice resonated again:

“To avoid duplications and errors, I will add a Prefix to every name.”

“The first one—”

“Assassin, ‘Nine-Clawed’ Zhao Xiao.”

Xu Xingke nodded and muttered:

“Assassin, ‘Nine-Clawed’ Zhao Xiao.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

A bald man in a black leather jacket appeared all of a sudden.

He didn’t have time to do anything, only to see a fist growing larger in his view.

Thud.

A muffled sound.

Xu Xingke’s fist swung out, like smashing a watermelon—

Blood mist bloomed.

The body flung far out to sea, raising a spray, and then slowly sank to the bottom.

The sea wind raged.

The waves surged.

“Next.”

Xu Xingke, biting the end of his cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with an indifferent expression.

Kunlun’s voice rose again:

“The next one is a professional assassin living in Changzhou City, ‘Fire Scorpion’ Jin…”

“‘Fire Scorpion’ Jin.” Xu Xingke read.

The void flashed.

A person appeared in front of Xu Xingke in an instant.

Snap.

A crisp sound.

The professional assassin had his head exploded instantly, and the body skimmed hundreds of meters, blooming a spray on the sea surface.

The spray quickly dissipated.

The sea remained the sea.

In the time that followed—

Kunlun spoke, Xu Xingke listened, and then Xu Xingke used the entry “A Serious Man” to pull the assassins directly in front of him and punch them dead.

Simple, monotonous.

But highly efficient.

About an hour later.

No one was taking tasks on the dark web anymore.

At the same time.

In the Primordial Ruins.

Shen Ye watched from afar the immense “Embodiment of Despair.”

The aura emanating from the “Embodiment of Despair” was just too terrifying.

—It definitely had more than one Pupil Skill!

But it was wounded all over from the ricochet of Destiny’s Brier’s Pupil Skill · Nehe.

Why not take advantage of its illness to take its life?

Shen Ye placed his hand on the Spring Rain Blade.

—Now, every time the Spring Rain Blade struck, it would cause the enemy to lose 1% of its Life Force.

That is to say—

He needed to slash at it a hundred times.

Shen Ye took a breath, readied himself, and quietly uttered:

“Good brother, sickness must be cured, we can’t be the weak link, can we?”