Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 83

A hailstorm swept across the land.

It was no longer a question of finding shelter, but of how long one could endure.

Just as Shen Ye was about to become completely stuck, Big Skeleton suddenly spoke:

“Put me on your head to block it.”

“You’re not afraid of this kind of hail?” Shen Ye asked.

“I’m not afraid of this kind of hail condensed from阴寒之力 (yin-cold power) at all; in fact, I even want to absorb the power it contains,” Big Skeleton said.

“…Alright.”

Shen Ye rubbed his ring, took out the large skull, and lifted it onto his head.

“How does it feel?” Shen Ye asked.

“Feels great!” Big Skeleton said.

Shen Ye was relieved.

Big Skeleton’s body was already over four meters long, and its head was like an oversized helmet, with even some extra space, completely protecting his shoulders.

The hail clattered against the skull, making a loud noise, but it couldn’t hurt him. What a vexing situation!

Shen Ye looked into the distance.

The scions of aristocratic families ran, pulling out all sorts of items to try and block the hail.

Those with armor fared better.

Those with large shields were also alright.

Those wearing leather armor, holding umbrellas, or hiding under trees were dumbfounded.

In the hailstorm.

Shen Ye walked with light steps, humming a song, and turned back to walk towards the aristocratic scions.

If only there was bgm from the Axe Gang at this moment.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t.

But it didn’t matter, I have this—

Shen Ye drew his Nightfall Dagger, tapping out a rapid rhythm on the skull, and chanted:

“Big head, big head, no worries in the rain;

Others have umbrellas, I have a big head!”

The next second.

His gaze met that of the bow-wielding youth.

The bow-wielding youth occupied a tree hollow, and he had driven away everyone else who tried to claim it.

“I got it without any effort; I’ll just kill you and have all the rewards!”

The bow-wielding youth quickly drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

Whoosh—

The arrow left the string.

“This arrow is too weak; it’s just a tickle for me,” Big Skeleton suddenly said.

Shen Ye heard this, slapped out with a “pa,” hitting the incoming arrow, then casually caught it and tapped it against the skull.

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The arrow snapped in two.

“Damn commoner, do you know how expensive this arrow is? You couldn’t buy one even if you sold yourself!”

The bow-wielding youth roared.

Shen Ye lowered his head.

Damn it…

Are there really such idiots in reality?

You’re trying to kill me, and you won’t even let me resist?

He stood still, then suddenly spun, swinging his leg to kick!

Clusters of hail were kicked by him, flying out and hitting the youth in the tree hollow.

“You’re asking for death!”

The bow-wielding youth, enraged, was about to rush out.

But he suddenly found his body somewhat stiff.

He looked down.

The hail brought even more frost, which had already sealed the tree hollow with a layer of ice.

—Frostbite!

This kicking technique itself came with ice elements!

Shen Ye’s feet changed constantly, a round of flying kicks after another.

So, wave after wave of hail was kicked out by “Frostbite,” condensing heavy frost mid-flight and hitting the tree hollow.

Before long.

The tree hollow was sealed with ice.

Shen Ye straightened his body, and using the momentum, he casually flung out his Nightfall Sword.

The dagger “whooshed” through the tree trunk, pinning the youth to the tree.

“Second one.”

Shen Ye announced.

The armored person turned and ran, while the one carrying the large shield immediately ran in another direction.

—But after such a long chase, their stamina was exhausted. How could they outrun Shen Ye?

Shen Ye charged out, cutting the one carrying the large shield, person and shield alike, into two, then skipped back.

He hid in the shadow of a tree, in the path of the aristocratic scion wearing full plate armor.

Until the other party passed by—

He stretched out his leg and tripped the other.

The dagger fell.

It fell.

It fell.

It fell.

The end.

Eight people.

One by one, killed.

He walked back, counting as he went.

One had been smashed to death by hail.

The remaining ones were struggling desperately.

At this moment, it seemed as if only hail remained between heaven and earth.

—Dense, endless, and increasingly powerful hail!

Instead of calling it severe weather, it was more like a large-scale ice spell.

An aristocratic scion suddenly reacted, putting on iron gloves and starting to dig frantically.

Shen Ye didn’t intervene, just watched from the side.

When the pit was dug into a respectable shape, almost becoming a cellar, he raised his dagger—

But it didn’t fall.

This aristocratic scion was smashed to death by the hail.

The hail indeed seemed to carry a certain yin-cold frost power, just as Big Skeleton had said, directly freezing the corpse into an ice coffin.

Three more left.

Shen Ye’s hand moved, and his sword fell, severing a head.

Finally—

The white-shirted youth knelt beneath a giant tree, holding up his companion’s corpse to ward off the hailstones.

The corpse had also frozen into an ice coffin.

“So clever, killing your companion and using his corpse as a shield, huh.”

Shen Ye said.

“Bullshit! He’s already dead! I didn’t kill him!” the white-shirted youth shrieked in terror.

Shen Ye shook his head and whispered, “I hate you pretentious guys the most…”

There were clearly some wounds on the back of the corpse, obviously cut by a sharp weapon.

“Don’t come near! I’m letting out the snakes!”

The white-shirted youth yelled loudly.

Shen Ye indeed stopped moving.

—However, not because of the other party’s words.

He looked up at the sky.

The hail had stopped.

It seemed that this ordeal from the weather had come to an end.

“Hahahaha!”

The white-shirted youth was ecstatic, throwing the corpse away, standing up, drawing a long saber, and walking step by step towards Shen Ye.

“This time it’s different… I’ve changed to this saber, and I have the blessing of a double attack, you’re dead!”

He roared and swung his long saber.

A poisonous snake slithered down from him, coiled on the ground, raised its upper body, and flicked its tongue at Shen Ye.

Shen Ye slowly walked towards him, pondering, “There were eight people, but you’re the last one alive; you must have some tricks. It’s a pity I never knew your name.”

The white-shirted youth raised his long saber, his eyes filled with killing intent, and growled:

“I told you at the banquet, you’re not worthy of knowing my name—”

A blur of a shadow arrived instantly.

The white-shirted youth hastily raised his saber to meet it, unleashing his most得意 (proud) saber technique.

But.

The opponent was too fast, and their sword strike was too fierce.

—It was simply a suicidal fighting style!

No time to change moves.

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No time to defend.

No time to…

Escape.

The blur of a shadow allowed the long saber to land on its body, allowing two sounds of slashes to burst forth from the blade.

It even ignored the poisonous snake beside it.

It merely drew its sword—

A dazzling sword light exploded in the gloomy, dim forest, flickering like lightning, blazing like a song, a hum soaring into the sky and lingering for a long time.

In an instant, one move was over.

Blood.

Dripped.

The sword stopped.

“What… what kind of swordsmanship is this…”

The white-shirted youth asked.

“Taibai,” Shen Ye said.

“Too shameless…” the white-shirted youth said.

“Just reckless,” Shen Ye said.

“So you took my life?”

“Yes, why aren’t you dead yet? Is my sword too fast?”

The white-shirted youth gave a miserable laugh, unable to control his body, allowing himself to take two steps forward, falling to his knees. His body suddenly split apart, and blood shot into the sky.

The corpse fell to the ground.

—He was truly dead.

Only then did Shen Ye glance at the void beside him.

Tiny illuminated words condensed there:

“The opponent activated ‘Double Attack,’ and you activated ‘Tank’.”

“The opponent’s double attack cannot kill you.”

“You used the Taibai swordsmanship.”

Tsk.

I’m a tank!

You stand so close to a tank, and you arrogantly say I’m not worthy of knowing your name?

Isn’t that asking for death?

Shen Ye looked back at the poisonous snake.

The poisonous snake didn’t look at him, but lazily flicked its tongue.

“Hey, why didn’t you attack this time?”

Shen Ye asked curiously.

The poisonous snake looked at him, and suddenly let out a cold, dry voice:

“Fighting alongside him is my shame—”

“He can’t even unleash one percent of my power.”

“Orochimaru, come work for me?” Shen Ye put on a sincere face.

“What is that?”

“It’s a respectful term for snakes.”

“Kid, you’re not even at the first level of the spiritual realm, nor do you have a natal star shining on you, nor a dharma body…”

“And your understanding of this world is too superficial.”

“How am I superficial?” Shen Ye asked.

The black poisonous snake glanced at him, then at the wooden figure that had been following him the whole time, and whispered:

“This is a moon-aligned divine wood.”

“Indeed it is,” Shen Ye said.

“I’m only saying a few more words because we’re quite compatible—”

“I heard your speech at the banquet; you seem to have some profound misunderstandings about aristocratic families.”

“Misunderstandings?” Shen Ye shook his head. “No, I don’t think I misunderstood them.”

“You really did misunderstand them—because humans always like to shield their descendants, that’s your human nature,” the black poisonous snake said.

“I understand that, but I can never understand killing tens of thousands of people without batting an eye,” Shen Ye said.

The black poisonous snake remained calm, continuing in a strange tone:

“From now on, you must no longer have the concept of ‘aristocratic families’ in your mind. This is a mistaken perception of ordinary humans.”

“What?” Shen Ye was perplexed.

“From the perspective of the spiritual realm, those ‘aristocratic families’ you perceive are merely one divine dwelling after another.”

“—Of course, not just divine dwellings, but possibly also the burial grounds of other things.”

After saying that, the poisonous snake’s figure flickered, flying high into the sky, and disappeared in a few movements.

Shen Ye stood there for a long while.

It wasn’t until he was about to leave that he remembered there was still one matter unresolved.

He squatted down and spoke to the corpse:

“Come.”

Gloom Whisper activated.

The white-shirted youth’s corpse opened its eyes again.

“What’s your name, anyway?” Shen Ye asked curiously.

“…You’re not worthy,” the corpse said.

Shen Ye chuckled and waved his hand at the void: “Teach him how to be a human.”

Several dark skeleton phantoms appeared in the void, flashing in and out of existence.

The second hand—

Moved one tick.

“Can you tell me your honorable name now?”

Shen Ye nonchalantly wiped his Nightfall Sword on the tree.

The corpse trembled violently, as if suddenly waking up, and cried out tearfully:

“My name is Niu Ziqiang!”