The slums of Silver Radiance City appeared especially eerie on the night of the lunar eclipse. The narrow alleys were filled with the sll of decay and rust, shadows creeping up the crumbling walls, ready to transform into claws at any mont.
Laine Morning Star... or rather, Ye Qingzhou... walked slowly on the cobblestone road, his black robe slightly swaying in the night wind. His fingers lightly rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist, the Dawn Sword humming within its sheath, warning of the lurking killing intent around him.
"You’ve co, after all."
He stopped in his tracks, standing in the center of a cul-de-sac.
The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and darkness surged like a tide.
Swoosh~
The first arrow broke through the air, aid at his back.
Ye Qingzhou didn’t even turn his head; the sword sheath vibrated slightly, and the arrow halted abruptly three inches away from him, then with a "snapping" sound, it burned into ashes.
"Co out."
His tone was calm, patient, and graceful, infused with a hint of weariness: "I can sll the poison of Dragon Blood—brother."
A soft laugh echoed from the rooftop.
Kane Morning Star slowly stood up, moonlight casting on his handso face, his golden hair stirred by the night wind. In his grip was the Dragon Rider Spear "Red Mark," its tip shimring with a cold light.
"Laine, my dear brother."
Kane’s voice carried an irrepressible pride, like a hunter assured of victory, observing the prey that had fallen into his trap: "You are still so naive, walking alone into such a place for the sake of a few missing commoners."
Ye Qingzhou looked up, his gaze like a sword: "So, you arranged all of this?"
"Of course."
Kane smiled, tightened his grip, and aid the spear straight at Ye Qingzhou: "You wish to seek justice, so I’ll let you die as a hero."
Before his words were finished, the surrounding shadows twisted, and twelve assassins silently erged.
They wore black leather armor, faceless masks over their faces, daggers glimring with a ghostly green poison.
The leader was an Interdiate Assassin from the Thief’s Guild—"Blood Vulture."
Ye Qingzhou glanced around, then returned his gaze to Kane, a faint, contemptuous smile playing at his lips.
"Justice? Did you misunderstand sothing?"
As he spoke quietly, Ye Qingzhou slowly drew out the Dawn Sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight: "My foolish brother, your sches are childishly laughable to ."
Kane’s smile froze.
"Tonight I’m here..."
Ye Qingzhou’s face was coated in frost, his voice icy: "Only to take your life."
The fight erupted in an instant.
Blood Vulture’s figure flickered like a phantom, his "Shadow" bloodline allowing him to move freely in darkness, each appearance marked by lethal poisoned blades.
Swoosh~
The dagger brushed past Ye Qingzhou’s neck but only severed a strand of drifting black hair.
Ye Qingzhou sidestepped, his sword blade drawing an arc of light, yet Blood Vulture’s figure had already rged into the shadows, disappearing once more.
"Interdiate Assassin..."
Ye Qingzhou calmly analyzed in his mind: "The world’s strong are divided into beginner, interdiate, advanced, master, and legend, with above legend being the realm of Gods."
"Blood Vulture’s professional level should be at the peak of interdiate, and combined with the Shadow bloodline, he indeed poses a challenge."
But there was not a trace of panic in him.
Blood Vulture pounced from the shadows again, his dagger aid straight at Ye Qingzhou’s heart.
This ti, Ye Qingzhou did not dodge.
His wrist subtly shook, and his internal fighting spirit surged into the blade in a specific rhythm, causing the sword’s edge to tremble at a high frequency, the air seemingly sliced into countless fragnts.
"Sword Skill, Super Shock Slash."
Snap~
The sword light flashed like lightning, Blood Vulture’s dagger shattered upon contact, followed by his arm, shoulder, and finally his entire upper body.
Blood splattered, the assassin’s body cleaved in half by a single strike, heavily crashing to the ground.
The cul-de-sac fell silent.
The remaining assassins froze in place, their pupils beneath their masks contracting violently.
Between the rabbit rising and the falcon falling, Ye Qingzhou had already slain the strongest Blood Vulture, his silhouette ghostly in the dark, the humming Dawn Sword’s every call marking the extinction of a life.
Ye Qingzhou flicked the blood from his sword, walking towards Kane.
Kane’s face turned deathly pale, the Dragon Rider Spear "Red Mark" trembling slightly in his hand.
"No... impossible..."
He muttered: "Blood Vulture is a top killer among Interdiate Assassins, how could you..."
Ye Qingzhou did not answer, only continued forward.
"Stop him! Kill him!"
Kane suddenly scread, but instinctively stepped back.
In this world of power hierarchy, the strong are inseparable from bloodline and professional levels, where bloodline is the source of power, and profession is the skill to wield said power.
Kane is ranked as the second student at the academy, his profession being Dragon Knight, at the interdiate level. Without considering mounts, he might not even be a match for Blood Vulture.
Ye Qingzhou’s ability to instantly kill Blood Vulture ant he could do the sa to him!
The remaining assassins clenched their teeth and charged, but their movents were laughably slow in Ye Qingzhou’s eyes.
The sword light flashed again.
Snap~ Snap~ Snap~
One head after another flew up, blood staining the walls.
Ye Qingzhou’s steps did not pause until he stood before Kane.
Despair finally erged in Kane’s eyes.
"You... you can’t kill ..."
He trembled, retreating, his heart nearly jumping into his throat, his entire body shaking: "I am the heir of the Morning Star Family! Father won’t let you go!"
Ye Qingzhou looked at him coldly: "You’ve gambled on fate; I hope you’re willing to accept the consequences."
Kane’s pupils contracted abruptly as Ye Qingzhou’s sword tip raised, pressing against Kane’s throat.
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