Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 686
by“S-class power.”
The man stared at the door and uttered a sentence.
The “Place of Exile” was indeed a result of the fusion of the power of the High-Dimensional Lord and the power of Doomsday Destruction. Ordinary people simply couldn’t open it!
“This is truly strange. You are clearly only A-class sub-level, yet you possess S-class abilities…”
As the man spoke, he waved his arm, unleashing layers of spells.
The spells penetrated the door and blasted into the corridor.
—The door “didn’t exist”!
This was awkward.
The bearded man pondered for a while in place, then finally made a choice.
He turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.
“From now on, you and I will mind our own business.”
A long saber stabbed from behind.
Clang!
The man suddenly turned to block the Ethereal Saber.
“Your ability is enough to protect yourself, but to kill me, it’s far from enough.”
He said disdainfully.
The long saber retracted and disappeared into the door.
The man continued to walk forward.
The door hopped and skipped, following right behind him.
“…Why are you following me?”
The man couldn’t help but ask.
“To find a chance to kill you,” Shen Ye’s voice came from inside the door.
Along with it came a sharp saber gleam.
The man blocked it again, then couldn’t help but let out a roar, charging towards the door.
—But he passed straight through the door, unable to enter it at all.
“You must have had incredible luck to get an ability like that; it’s not because you’re actually powerful.”
The man mocked.
Shen Ye did not respond.
The door was also silent.
A few breaths passed.
The man shook his head and turned to walk forward.
The door immediately jumped up and followed him, swaying and moving forward.
The man simply ignored the door.
He arrived at an open plaza and shouted:
“I am the Lord of Illusions.”
“Slaves, you are to gather here. Whoever is not present within three minutes shall be slain by me.”
The voice rolled like a tidal wave, spreading rapidly in all directions.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
A group of professionals flew over and landed in the plaza, glancing at the man.
Such power.
Such energy fluctuations.
—The one who spoke just now was this person!
The leading figures nodded, knelt on one knee, and shouted:
“We greet the esteemed Lord of Illusions, the sow climbing a tree.”
The man was stunned.
Although he was a strange and grotesque life form.
He also knew some of the insults used in human society.
“Die, all of you.”
His face turned ashen as he uttered two words, gathering terrifying spell fluctuations in his hand.
The crowd below stirred.
“Wait, Lord Sow, why are you like this?”
The leading figures looked fearful and confused.
Seeing their reaction, a question suddenly arose in the man’s mind.
He shouted:
“Why do you call me the sow climbing a tree?”
Everyone extended their hands and pointed behind him.
The man looked back.
Only to see the door standing right behind him.
On the door, a line of large characters was written:
“The Lord Sow Climbing a Tree is here, why don’t you quickly kowtow!”
Dead silence.
The man looked for a while, then coldly uttered two words:
“Childish.”
Before he finished speaking, the saber had already swung out from the door.
Clang!
The man blocked a strike, and just as he was about to counterattack, the saber had already retracted back into the door.
The door was impassable.
The man was caught in a dilemma, unable to attack or defend.
His gaze shifted to the crowd below, only to see them with playful expressions, as if watching a show.
—You can’t even sort out the trouble around you, and you want to rule us?
“All die.”
The man’s killing intent erupted, and he raised his hand to form a hand seal for a spell.
Snap.
A light sound.
His hand seal was broken.
A person appeared not far opposite him.
—It was a short-haired man wearing a basketball uniform.
“Hey.”
The short-haired man shouted towards the door:
“How about we cooperate and get rid of this disaster?”
“Okay.”
Shen Ye’s voice came from inside the door.
The short-haired man grinned, then turned his gaze to the Lord of Illusions and said:
“You have ten seconds to leave here and return to your history, otherwise—”
“You will surely die.”
The Lord of Illusions shrugged indifferently, shaking his head and saying:
“You are merely an A-class mid-level professional, yet you wish to stop me from boarding the ship?”
“Ship” had just been uttered—
His entire body transformed into countless pure white paper shreds, scattering into the air, drifting continuously.
All the paper shreds fell, and in the crowd, they were caught by an old, withered hand, transforming into a paper white flower on the hand.
“Dead.”
The old woman in white sacrificial robes uttered two words.
The white paper flower ignited, and accompanied by a faint, almost inaudible wail, gradually burned into ashes.
Shen Ye’s gaze narrowed.
The moment the old woman appeared, the short-haired man used a dagger to cut his arm, quickly writing several runes in the void with his blood.
The two coordinated, raising the old woman’s spell by one level.
—A combo skill.
This meant that together, they could unleash an S-class instant-death spell.
Such a skill was truly rare.
The white flower completely burned away.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
The short-haired man immediately began to bandage his wound.
However, the old woman scolded the crowd:
“A bunch of walking dead, useless good-for-nothings!”
“Go do what you’re supposed to do!”
“Don’t gather here to watch the show!”
The crowd dispersed in a flurry.
At this moment, the atmosphere was different from before.
“For Shaman Cai and King Li to appear at the same time, this disaster must truly have some power.”
“It’s a pity King Li didn’t even make a move.”
“Alright, if King Li had made a move, wouldn’t we have been injured along with them?”
“In any case, it’s safe now.”
“Let’s go back.”
Everyone chattered, swiftly leaving the plaza.
At this moment.
Only the short-haired man and the old woman remained.
“Want to talk?”
The short-haired man called out to Shen Ye.
The next second.
The door disappeared. Shen Ye appeared before the two.
He looked at them, and they looked at him.
The surging fluctuations of the Law confirmed their identities to each other.
—They were all strange and grotesque beings.
“Young man, introduce yourself?” the old woman said gently.
Shen Ye said, “I am Shen Ye, a swordsman.”
“That’s not very sincere, is it? At least tell us your anomalous identity—I am a disintegrator, Zhao Ge.” The short-haired man said.
“Curse Diviner, my surname is Cai, and I’ve long forgotten my given name. Everyone calls me Shaman Cai,” the old woman also said.
“The Hanged Man, Shen Ye.” Shen Ye said.
The expressions of both individuals changed.
“The Hanged Man is a rarely seen strange phenomenon. The truth construct that forms your identity must be very peculiar.”
Zhao Ge commented.
“May I ask why you’ve come to our place, and what exactly you’re investigating?” Shaman Cai asked.
—It seemed they had already received news.
A new team that had destroyed the History Hunter Group, whose members had arrived in District D, seemed to be investigating something.
Shen Ye pondered, not speaking for a moment.
But then Zhao Ge spread his hands and said:
“Alright, we’re all A-ranked professionals, each with our own specialized abilities. We can discuss matters amicably.”
“That’s right, in a place like District D, survival is more important than anything else. We shouldn’t start a fight among ourselves, should we?” Shaman Cai said.
—These two spoke flawlessly; they were both old hands.
Don’t let their casual words fool you.
If it really came to a fight, they would be more ruthless than anyone else!
Shen Ye simply stated directly:
“You two, I have no grievances with you, but I currently have a mission: to become the leader of District D.”
“Why do you want to be the leader?” Shaman Cai asked.
“I don’t know for now—just assume it’s my team’s request—I must complete this mission.” Shen Ye said.
Team’s request…
This phrase made people ponder further.
“The Slaughter Squad is a relatively new team, never heard of before,” Zhao Ge probed.
“But we possess S-class powers—more than one kind, in fact, which is why even I dare not defy the team’s mission,” Shen Ye said.
“Of course you have S-class power, otherwise you couldn’t have wiped out the History Hunter Group,” Shaman Cai said.
Shen Ye nodded, gazing at the two opposite him.
They should be the two strongest professionals in District D.
Now.
They had to make a choice.
The real situation was exactly as he described it—
Except that the one giving the team orders, and the one carrying them out, was just him.
Shen Ye’s heart stirred, and he suddenly said:
“Are you willing to join the Slaughter Squad?”
“What are the benefits?” Zhao Ge asked.
“Upon joining, you will continue to wield all power in District D, and you will also receive generous benefits for joining the team,” Shen Ye said.
“What’s the cost?” Shaman Cai asked.
“Assist me in completing the current mission.” Shen Ye said.
The two exchanged glances.
Zhao Ge couldn’t help but say, “District D is just a remote little place, not very strong. Every time we deal with disasters and anomalies, the mortality rate is quite high.”
“So it doesn’t matter who the leader is—they don’t last long anyway, and they’ll run away quickly.”
“Are you sure you want to be the leader?” Shaman Cai emphasized.
“Yes,” Shen Ye immediately replied.
—God’s actions always have a profound meaning, after all, He is the “omniscient and omnipotent” Lord, trustworthy.
Besides, his mission also required it.
“This old woman already has one foot in the grave, and truly has no interest in gold and silver treasures, or weapons and armor. I’m afraid I cannot join your team.”
Shaman Cai sighed.
Shen Ye raised a hand.
The keyword “Behind-the-scenes Person” was activated!
A keyword prefix appeared above Shaman Cai’s head:
“About to advance.”
As a result, Shaman Cai gained the keyword:
“About to advance Curse Diviner.”
She immediately sensed it, exclaiming, “I feel it… the next realm of curse divination…”
Shen Ye knew when to stop, put away the keyword prefix, and a smile appeared on his face.
He didn’t speak.
But the other party had already understood his meaning.
Seeing Shaman Cai’s moved expression, Zhao Ge’s eyes rolled, and he took a few steps forward, saying:
“How about we spar? No Quirky Shadow, just a contest of moves, no hard feelings.”
“Come,” Shen Ye said.
The next second.
Zhao Ge suddenly disappeared from his spot.
He appeared behind Shen Ye, launching layers of overlapping fist shadows that enveloped all directions.
Shen Ye drew his saber and slashed through the air—
Saber Art: Bloom!
He, along with his saber, turned into an illusion, flashing through the layers of fist shadows, breaking the opponent’s fist stance, and closing in on him.
This one saber strike would determine the victor!
Clang!
The long saber struck, but was clamped by Zhao Ge’s hands.
“Trying to cut me down with one strike? You’re underestimating me too much.”
Zhao Ge laughed heartily, pressing down on the long saber, and delivering a flying kick.
This move was originally meant to kick Shen Ye away while he was unable to make another move—
But from the saber, tens of thousands of saber shadows burst forth, boundless and endless, cutting like a thousand blades.
They were even more numerous than Zhao Ge’s fist shadows just now!
Zhao Ge couldn’t land his kick.
He could only barely change his move, releasing the saber with both hands, forming a cannon hammer, and striking towards Shen Ye.
“Take this!”
Zhao Ge roared.
He said they wouldn’t use Quirky Shadow, just a “spar,” but he didn’t expect to be forced to this extent.
—This move of double fist hammering was his close-combat killer move!
In an instant.
A series of tremors echoed in the void.
Each tremor was a full-force double-fisted strike; anyone hit would be severely injured or killed!
Before this move, the myriad saber shadows, along with Shen Ye, vanished without a trace.
Dozens of meters away.
Shen Ye quietly appeared, sheathing the Ethereal Saber, and said:
“You yield.”
Zhao Ge was stunned.
He suddenly felt a strange chill on his body.
The wind blew—
Zhao Ge looked down, only to see that his jersey, the boxing gloves on his fists, and his air-cushioned basketball shoes had all disappeared cleanly.
He was naked!
Zhao Ge didn’t rush to find clothes to wear, but stood in place, pondering for a few breaths, then said:
“How many times was I cut?”
“Three cuts,” Shen Ye said.
“One cut for one item?” he asked.
“Yes,” Shen Ye replied.
Zhao Ge was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, “How did you cultivate such saber techniques?”
Actually, if they had truly fought, he would have died by the first saber strike.
But he only realized he had been cut afterward.
What astonishing saber techniques!
He wondered how many times such saber techniques had advanced, and what kind of enemies they had slain, to reach this level!
“I made a fool of myself, and you didn’t go all out either.”
Shen Ye said calmly.
“Hahaha,” Zhao Ge suddenly laughed, “When did you ever use your full strength? Nevermind, I concede. Shaman Cai, what do you say?”
“This old woman has no strength to fight with you two. Besides, District D really needs someone who can make decisions,” Shaman Cai said slowly.
As the two acknowledged him, lines of faint glowing text suddenly appeared before Shen Ye’s eyes:
“You have directly defeated the strongest close-combat fighter in District D—”
“Although this was just a non-lethal contest, the opponent has acknowledged you.”
“Congratulations.”
“Mission completed.”
“All your attributes have been enhanced.”
“You can now awaken the dormant parasitic Empress Bee, Susu, unleash her Corrosive Heart Seed power, and deploy a new Dharma Form.”
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