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This was a room with all sorts of complicated books and all kinds of large and small cute dolls. It gave off an extremely strange feeling. The door to the room was shut tight, and the figures of an old man and a young man stood in the room. The old one had a long beard, a large body that was close to four years of age, and the young one looked to be around three or four years of age.
"Uncle Huang, you see, I'm still fine. I'm fine." Duanmu Xiao raised his head and smiled at him.
Doctor Huang didn't say anything. He slowly and resolutely stretched out his shriveled right hand and grabbed Duanmu Xiao's tightly clenched left hand. Then, he grabbed his own chest and forced it open.
That delicate and pale palm and fingertip were astonishingly filled with scars of varying sizes, like a beehive. It was extremely shocking.
The corners of Doctor Huang's eyes became moist as his withered old hands began to tremble violently. The pain in his heart felt as if it was pierced by needles.
"Xiao'er, why must you suffer?!" Gripping his small hand, he could almost feel the heart-wrenching pain.
Duanmu Xiao nonchalantly shook his head, his face still smiling. "It's alright, it doesn't hurt at all. Uncle Huang said that if you fall asleep, you might never wake up again, so … " His eyes narrowed. "I won't let myself fall asleep."
And so … When the impact of his body's weakness and exhaustion almost made him fall to the ground, he would use a needle and prick his own finger and palm time and again … His fingers were linked to his heart. Only that sort of pain could make him truly sober and forget about sleepiness.
Doctor Huang crouched down with trembling hands supporting his shoulders, "Tell Uncle Huang, how long has it been since you last slept?"
For a moment, Duanmu Xiao's gaze was filled with panic and evasion.
"Three months, isn't it?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Mm." Duanmu Xiao nodded but quickly smiled and shook his head, "It's alright. Uncle Huang, look at me. I'm in great spirits right now, really good. "With the magical drinks from the Dragon Wind Corporation, I'm not tired at all."
Doctor Huang shook his head with a bitter smile, "A person can always maintain his vitality, but he can never stay awake!"
Three months, this could no longer be called a miracle, but … A miracle!
His nearly exhausted life force had already decided that he should have died three months ago, but... Just because of a single sentence, he had persisted in such a cruel manner until now.
How could he not see that Duanmu Xiao's life force was terrifyingly fragile, like a bubble that could be broken with a single blow? To be able to survive was already a heavenly miracle.
Just what kind of will and perseverance had made him persist in such a cruel manner until now?
When he turned around, Doctor Huang was choked with sobs.
"Uncle Huang is useless!" He lowered his head in guilt, his steps extremely heavy. His medical skills were peerless in the world, but he could not save his most beloved him. He no longer had the face to bear the name of the "Medical Saint" that he was once proud of.
"Uncle Huang." Duanmu Xiao called out to him. "You're not allowed to tell anyone about it. If I see my mother sad, I'll definitely let myself fall asleep."
With such a cruel threat, Doctor Huang nodded and left with heavy steps.
The moment he closed the door, the old man burst into tears.
Another needle pierced his finger, and Duanmu Xiao's heavy eyelids opened. Pain flashed across his face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.
"He... I'm back. I'm sure you'll be taking your mother away soon. Very soon. "
"How can I fall asleep if I don't see mother happy …"
He laughed softly, his eyes misty with tears. Every day, he had to use his own intelligence to fabricate too many reasons to deceive his mother, using all sorts of disguises to deceive everyone … Everything was for the sake of a single person. That strange feeling told him that he would arrive at his side very soon …
Feng Xiao had disappeared from the real world. He had completely disappeared.
He searched every nook and cranny he could find, and even the surveillance footage of half of the streets in Beijing were filtered meticulously. However, no trace of him could be found. He had completely evaporated from the world like air.
"Just where did he go? Could it be that he really … Even his body has entered the cycle of reincarnation? " Xiao Tian shook his slightly dizzy head. He was worried and couldn't come up with an answer no matter how hard he thought.
Chen Bing'er was silent.
The world of Samsara was filled with too much disbelief, they had already known this long ago. But there has to be a limit to this "inconceivable".
Xiao Tian helplessly spread his hands: "Only terrifying attacks like Boss' that can instantly kill a transcendent divine might will be able to break through our borders, we … Don't even think about it. "
"I'll go first and report the situation to elder sister. Then, I'll see if I can find the boss through other channels." Xiao Tian stood up and left the Feng family villa.
"Wuuuu ~ ~"
Just as Xiao Tian left, Shui Rou held back her tears for a long time. Duanmu Yi comforted her softly, "Don't be sad. He is so powerful. No one can hurt him. He will be back very soon."
"But... However, if no one cooked for the Young Master, I'm afraid he would be very hungry … "Howl ~"
"..."
Under the continuous release of the Ten Thousand Year Freezing Ice, the invigorating fragrance in the room remained cool and refreshing all year round. Inside the crystal clear ice coffin, Feng Yao was wearing a snow-white imperial dress, and her smile was calm and serene. After lying in the Ten Thousand Year Ice for six months, her skin had become even whiter and more flawless, so beautiful that it was intoxicating … Heartbreak.
"Big sister Yao'er, what should I do?" Yang Xiruo squatted beside the ice coffin and murmured helplessly.
….
One day later.
No one in the East Ocean Continent would ever forget this day. Hatred, fear, trembling, shame … All sorts of nightmares began all at once.
After a night of wandering, the Shura once again crashed into a transparent barrier. Without any hesitation, a bright red light burst out from his body as he swung the Demon God Sword in his hand, mercilessly destroying a huge hole in the boundary of the battle zone.
As the Shura entered the East Ocean Continent, the system announcement rang out throughout the world, causing a great deal of chaos throughout the world. Countless people, who were looking for the Shura's whereabouts, quickly shifted their attention to the battle zone.
After passing through the border of the battle zone, there was still an endless ocean. A eerie smile appeared on the Shura's face as it withdrew Little White. Then, a white light flashed from its body and it disappeared from where it was.
It could be said that the place where he appeared was the most densely packed place in the East Ocean Continent.
It was the center of the plaza of the East Ocean Continent's Royal City. The place where he had once trampled all the dignity of all the players in the East Ocean Continent.
The central plaza of the Sky Emperor City was bustling with noise and excitement. Shura's black, eye-piercing outfit caused the nearby players to stare in shock. However, before they could even cry out in shock, a half moon black, arc-shaped sword aura, mixed with the faint smell of blood, swept across their bodies.
In an instant, the players within three meters of the Shura were all cut in half.
This was not an era where heroes were born in large numbers. When this bloody scene appeared in their line of sight, the people who were used to a peaceful and harmonious society instinctively panicked and fell into chaos. In an instant, the crowded plaza became a mess, filled with the roars of men and the screams of women. All they could accept was the kind of battle that was determined by numbers and stats.
The Chinese Ocean was a cruel and cruel nation. No one in the world could deny this. However, this sort of savagery could only be displayed at the moment when they were the rulers. When others were completely enough to dictate their fate, they would act even more submissively and cowardly than ordinary people. Thus, in just a second, a crack had almost appeared in their courage.
The hordes of fleeing figures in their line of sight caused the Shura to instinctively resent them as killing intent filled the air.
The Shura had killed his way in, but if it wasn't for someone blocking him or provoking him, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to pull out his sword and shed blood. But... He did not understand why he had so much desire to kill. He wanted to slaughter everyone here, every living thing, and every single one of them.
He leaped into the air and in the blink of an eye, caught up with the fleeing crowd. The black longsword in his hand rippled with a piercing sound as it swept across the surroundings, leaving afterimages behind it as it streaked past the group of players. The sounds of weapons slashing did not cease, and he did not use any skills, only relying on his incredible speed and the merciless swing of the Demon God Sword. It took away one life after another.
The pressure of the Shura covered this terrifying area, and the smell of blood became stronger. Countless players tried their best to log off, but they failed in the midst of despair. Most of the players had already forgotten the world they were in due to fear.
A merciless slaughter did not need a reason, did not need hesitation, did not need mercy, did not need anything. Under the sunlight, the fresh blood looked exceptionally alluring.
And in this massacre, the Shura's goal was — everyone in sight. All! Players, NPCs, anything. Those stern expressions that appeared beside the Shura made it so that they didn't even have the chance to see the current world clearly. The Silver Guards had all died under the Shura's Demon God Sword.
The Shura's every swing of the sword would bring about several extremely mournful screams. The horrifying screams made everyone's heart tremble. As they ran, they almost fell down.
Thus, the appearance of just one person had caused many of the players from the East Ocean Continent to flee for their lives like headless flies. This was the instinctive fear triggered by the stimulation of blood.
In the midst of the chaos, from time to time, there would be a few shouts, "Together, kill the Shura", but they would be drowned out by the endless sound waves.
Perhaps he finally realized the severity of the problem, for a Golden Guard Captain had personally come out. The instant he stood beside the Shura, a blood-red light streaked down from above his line of sight … The moment before he died, he clearly saw the blood veins on his chest that evenly separated his body.
I was actually killed in an instant... This was his last thought before his death.
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This was a room with all sorts of complicated books and all kinds of large and small cute dolls. It gave off an extremely strange feeling. The door to the room was shut tight, and the figures of an old man and a young man stood in the room. The old one had a long beard, a large body that was close to four years of age, and the young one looked to be around three or four years of age.
"Uncle Huang, you see, I'm still fine. I'm fine." Duanmu Xiao raised his head and smiled at him.
Doctor Huang didn't say anything. He slowly and resolutely stretched out his shriveled right hand and grabbed Duanmu Xiao's tightly clenched left hand. Then, he grabbed his own chest and forced it open.
That delicate and pale palm and fingertip were astonishingly filled with scars of varying sizes, like a beehive. It was extremely shocking.
The corners of Doctor Huang's eyes became moist as his withered old hands began to tremble violently. The pain in his heart felt as if it was pierced by needles.
"Xiao'er, why must you suffer?!" Gripping his small hand, he could almost feel the heart-wrenching pain.
Duanmu Xiao nonchalantly shook his head, his face still smiling. "It's alright, it doesn't hurt at all. Uncle Huang said that if you fall asleep, you might never wake up again, so … " His eyes narrowed. "I won't let myself fall asleep."
And so … When the impact of his body's weakness and exhaustion almost made him fall to the ground, he would use a needle and prick his own finger and palm time and again … His fingers were linked to his heart. Only that sort of pain could make him truly sober and forget about sleepiness.
Doctor Huang crouched down with trembling hands supporting his shoulders, "Tell Uncle Huang, how long has it been since you last slept?"
For a moment, Duanmu Xiao's gaze was filled with panic and evasion.
"Three months, isn't it?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Mm." Duanmu Xiao nodded but quickly smiled and shook his head, "It's alright. Uncle Huang, look at me. I'm in great spirits right now, really good. "With the magical drinks from the Dragon Wind Corporation, I'm not tired at all."
Doctor Huang shook his head with a bitter smile, "A person can always maintain his vitality, but he can never stay awake!"
Three months, this could no longer be called a miracle, but … A miracle!
His nearly exhausted life force had already decided that he should have died three months ago, but... Just because of a single sentence, he had persisted in such a cruel manner until now.
How could he not see that Duanmu Xiao's life force was terrifyingly fragile, like a bubble that could be broken with a single blow? To be able to survive was already a heavenly miracle.
Just what kind of will and perseverance had made him persist in such a cruel manner until now?
When he turned around, Doctor Huang was choked with sobs.
"Uncle Huang is useless!" He lowered his head in guilt, his steps extremely heavy. His medical skills were peerless in the world, but he could not save his most beloved him. He no longer had the face to bear the name of the "Medical Saint" that he was once proud of.
"Uncle Huang." Duanmu Xiao called out to him. "You're not allowed to tell anyone about it. If I see my mother sad, I'll definitely let myself fall asleep."
With such a cruel threat, Doctor Huang nodded and left with heavy steps.
The moment he closed the door, the old man burst into tears.
Another needle pierced his finger, and Duanmu Xiao's heavy eyelids opened. Pain flashed across his face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.
"He... I'm back. I'm sure you'll be taking your mother away soon. Very soon. "
"How can I fall asleep if I don't see mother happy …"
He laughed softly, his eyes misty with tears. Every day, he had to use his own intelligence to fabricate too many reasons to deceive his mother, using all sorts of disguises to deceive everyone … Everything was for the sake of a single person. That strange feeling told him that he would arrive at his side very soon …
Feng Xiao had disappeared from the real world. He had completely disappeared.
He searched every nook and cranny he could find, and even the surveillance footage of half of the streets in Beijing were filtered meticulously. However, no trace of him could be found. He had completely evaporated from the world like air.
"Just where did he go? Could it be that he really … Even his body has entered the cycle of reincarnation? " Xiao Tian shook his slightly dizzy head. He was worried and couldn't come up with an answer no matter how hard he thought.
Chen Bing'er was silent.
The world of Samsara was filled with too much disbelief, they had already known this long ago. But there has to be a limit to this "inconceivable".
Xiao Tian helplessly spread his hands: "Only terrifying attacks like Boss' that can instantly kill a transcendent divine might will be able to break through our borders, we … Don't even think about it. "
"I'll go first and report the situation to elder sister. Then, I'll see if I can find the boss through other channels." Xiao Tian stood up and left the Feng family villa.
"Wuuuu ~ ~"
Just as Xiao Tian left, Shui Rou held back her tears for a long time. Duanmu Yi comforted her softly, "Don't be sad. He is so powerful. No one can hurt him. He will be back very soon."
"But... However, if no one cooked for the Young Master, I'm afraid he would be very hungry … "Howl ~"
"..."
Under the continuous release of the Ten Thousand Year Freezing Ice, the invigorating fragrance in the room remained cool and refreshing all year round. Inside the crystal clear ice coffin, Feng Yao was wearing a snow-white imperial dress, and her smile was calm and serene. After lying in the Ten Thousand Year Ice for six months, her skin had become even whiter and more flawless, so beautiful that it was intoxicating … Heartbreak.
"Big sister Yao'er, what should I do?" Yang Xiruo squatted beside the ice coffin and murmured helplessly.
….
One day later.
No one in the East Ocean Continent would ever forget this day. Hatred, fear, trembling, shame … All sorts of nightmares began all at once.
After a night of wandering, the Shura once again crashed into a transparent barrier. Without any hesitation, a bright red light burst out from his body as he swung the Demon God Sword in his hand, mercilessly destroying a huge hole in the boundary of the battle zone.
As the Shura entered the East Ocean Continent, the system announcement rang out throughout the world, causing a great deal of chaos throughout the world. Countless people, who were looking for the Shura's whereabouts, quickly shifted their attention to the battle zone.
After passing through the border of the battle zone, there was still an endless ocean. A eerie smile appeared on the Shura's face as it withdrew Little White. Then, a white light flashed from its body and it disappeared from where it was.
It could be said that the place where he appeared was the most densely packed place in the East Ocean Continent.
It was the center of the plaza of the East Ocean Continent's Royal City. The place where he had once trampled all the dignity of all the players in the East Ocean Continent.
The central plaza of the Sky Emperor City was bustling with noise and excitement. Shura's black, eye-piercing outfit caused the nearby players to stare in shock. However, before they could even cry out in shock, a half moon black, arc-shaped sword aura, mixed with the faint smell of blood, swept across their bodies.
In an instant, the players within three meters of the Shura were all cut in half.
This was not an era where heroes were born in large numbers. When this bloody scene appeared in their line of sight, the people who were used to a peaceful and harmonious society instinctively panicked and fell into chaos. In an instant, the crowded plaza became a mess, filled with the roars of men and the screams of women. All they could accept was the kind of battle that was determined by numbers and stats.
The Chinese Ocean was a cruel and cruel nation. No one in the world could deny this. However, this sort of savagery could only be displayed at the moment when they were the rulers. When others were completely enough to dictate their fate, they would act even more submissively and cowardly than ordinary people. Thus, in just a second, a crack had almost appeared in their courage.
The hordes of fleeing figures in their line of sight caused the Shura to instinctively resent them as killing intent filled the air.
The Shura had killed his way in, but if it wasn't for someone blocking him or provoking him, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to pull out his sword and shed blood. But... He did not understand why he had so much desire to kill. He wanted to slaughter everyone here, every living thing, and every single one of them.
He leaped into the air and in the blink of an eye, caught up with the fleeing crowd. The black longsword in his hand rippled with a piercing sound as it swept across the surroundings, leaving afterimages behind it as it streaked past the group of players. The sounds of weapons slashing did not cease, and he did not use any skills, only relying on his incredible speed and the merciless swing of the Demon God Sword. It took away one life after another.
The pressure of the Shura covered this terrifying area, and the smell of blood became stronger. Countless players tried their best to log off, but they failed in the midst of despair. Most of the players had already forgotten the world they were in due to fear.
A merciless slaughter did not need a reason, did not need hesitation, did not need mercy, did not need anything. Under the sunlight, the fresh blood looked exceptionally alluring.
And in this massacre, the Shura's goal was — everyone in sight. All! Players, NPCs, anything. Those stern expressions that appeared beside the Shura made it so that they didn't even have the chance to see the current world clearly. The Silver Guards had all died under the Shura's Demon God Sword.
The Shura's every swing of the sword would bring about several extremely mournful screams. The horrifying screams made everyone's heart tremble. As they ran, they almost fell down.
Thus, the appearance of just one person had caused many of the players from the East Ocean Continent to flee for their lives like headless flies. This was the instinctive fear triggered by the stimulation of blood.
In the midst of the chaos, from time to time, there would be a few shouts, "Together, kill the Shura", but they would be drowned out by the endless sound waves.
Perhaps he finally realized the severity of the problem, for a Golden Guard Captain had personally come out. The instant he stood beside the Shura, a blood-red light streaked down from above his line of sight … The moment before he died, he clearly saw the blood veins on his chest that evenly separated his body.
I was actually killed in an instant... This was his last thought before his death.
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This was a room with all sorts of complicated books and all kinds of large and small cute dolls. It gave off an extremely strange feeling. The door to the room was shut tight, and the figures of an old man and a young man stood in the room. The old one had a long beard, a large body that was close to four years of age, and the young one looked to be around three or four years of age."Uncle Huang, you see, I'm still fine. I'm fine." Duanmu Xiao raised his head and smiled at him.Doctor Huang didn't say anything. He slowly and resolutely stretched out his shriveled right hand and grabbed Duanmu Xiao's tightly clenched left hand. Then, he grabbed his own chest and forced it open.That delicate and pale palm and fingertip were astonishingly filled with scars of varying sizes, like a beehive. It was extremely shocking.The corners of Doctor Huang's eyes became moist as his withered old hands began to tremble violently. The pain in his heart felt as if it was pierced by needles."Xiao'er, why must you suffer?!" Gripping his small hand, he could almost feel the heart-wrenching pain.Duanmu Xiao nonchalantly shook his head, his face still smiling. "It's alright, it doesn't hurt at all. Uncle Huang said that if you fall asleep, you might never wake up again, so " His eyes narrowed. "I won't let myself fall asleep."And so When the impact of his body's weakness and exhaustion almost made him fall to the ground, he would use a needle and prick his own finger and palm time and again His fingers were linked to his heart. Only that sort of pain could make him truly sober and forget about sleepiness.Doctor Huang crouched down with trembling hands supporting his shoulders, "Tell Uncle Huang, how long has it been since you last slept?"For a moment, Duanmu Xiao's gaze was filled with panic and evasion."Three months, isn't it?" he asked in a trembling voice."Mm." Duanmu Xiao nodded but quickly smiled and shook his head, "It's alright. Uncle Huang, look at me. I'm in great spirits right now, really good. "With the magical drinks from the Dragon Wind Corporation, I'm not tired at all."Doctor Huang shook his head with a bitter smile, "A person can always maintain his vitality, but he can never stay awake!"Three months, this could no longer be called a miracle, but A miracle!His nearly exhausted life force had already decided that he should have died three months ago, but... Just because of a single sentence, he had persisted in such a cruel manner until now.How could he not see that Duanmu Xiao's life force was terrifyingly fragile, like a bubble that could be broken with a single blow? To be able to survive was already a heavenly miracle.Just what kind of will and perseverance had made him persist in such a cruel manner until now?When he turned around, Doctor Huang was choked with sobs."Uncle Huang is useless!" He lowered his head in guilt, his steps extremely heavy. His medical skills were peerless in the world, but he could not save his most beloved him. He no longer had the face to bear the name of the "Medical Saint" that he was once proud of."Uncle Huang." Duanmu Xiao called out to him. "You're not allowed to tell anyone about it. If I see my mother sad, I'll definitely let myself fall asleep."With such a cruel threat, Doctor Huang nodded and left with heavy steps.The moment he closed the door, the old man burst into tears.Another needle pierced his finger, and Duanmu Xiao's heavy eyelids opened. Pain flashed across his face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile."He... I'm back. I'm sure you'll be taking your mother away soon. Very soon. ""How can I fall asleep if I don't see mother happy "He laughed softly, his eyes misty with tears. Every day, he had to use his own intelligence to fabricate too many reasons to deceive his mother, using all sorts of disguises to deceive everyone Everything was for the sake of a single person. That strange feeling told him that he would arrive at his side very soon Feng Xiao had disappeared from the real world. He had completely disappeared.He searched every nook and cranny he could find, and even the surveillance footage of half of the streets in Beijing were filtered meticulously. However, no trace of him could be found. He had completely evaporated from the world like air."Just where did he go? Could it be that he really Even his body has entered the cycle of reincarnation? " Xiao Tian shook his slightly dizzy head. He was worried and couldn't come up with an answer no matter how hard he thought.Chen Bing'er was silent.The world of Samsara was filled with too much disbelief, they had already known this long ago. But there has to be a limit to this "inconceivable".Xiao Tian helplessly spread his hands: "Only terrifying attacks like Boss' that can instantly kill a transcendent divine might will be able to break through our borders, we Don't even think about it. ""I'll go first and report the situation to elder sister. Then, I'll see if I can find the boss through other channels." Xiao Tian stood up and left the Feng family villa."Wuuuu ~ ~"Just as Xiao Tian left, Shui Rou held back her tears for a long time. Duanmu Yi comforted her softly, "Don't be sad. He is so powerful. No one can hurt him. He will be back very soon.""But... However, if no one cooked for the Young Master, I'm afraid he would be very hungry "Howl ~""..."Under the continuous release of the Ten Thousand Year Freezing Ice, the invigorating fragrance in the room remained cool and refreshing all year round. Inside the crystal clear ice coffin, Feng Yao was wearing a snow-white imperial dress, and her smile was calm and serene. After lying in the Ten Thousand Year Ice for six months, her skin had become even whiter and more flawless, so beautiful that it was intoxicating Heartbreak."Big sister Yao'er, what should I do?" Yang Xiruo squatted beside the ice coffin and murmured helplessly..One day later.No one in the East Ocean Continent would ever forget this day. Hatred, fear, trembling, shame All sorts of nightmares began all at once.After a night of wandering, the Shura once again crashed into a transparent barrier. Without any hesitation, a bright red light burst out from his body as he swung the Demon God Sword in his hand, mercilessly destroying a huge hole in the boundary of the battle zone.As the Shura entered the East Ocean Continent, the system announcement rang out throughout the world, causing a great deal of chaos throughout the world. Countless people, who were looking for the Shura's whereabouts, quickly shifted their attention to the battle zone.After passing through the border of the battle zone, there was still an endless ocean. A eerie smile appeared on the Shura's face as it withdrew Little White. Then, a white light flashed from its body and it disappeared from where it was.It could be said that the place where he appeared was the most densely packed place in the East Ocean Continent.It was the center of the plaza of the East Ocean Continent's Royal City. The place where he had once trampled all the dignity of all the players in the East Ocean Continent.The central plaza of the Sky Emperor City was bustling with noise and excitement. Shura's black, eye-piercing outfit caused the nearby players to stare in shock. However, before they could even cry out in shock, a half moon black, arc-shaped sword aura, mixed with the faint smell of blood, swept across their bodies.In an instant, the players within three meters of the Shura were all cut in half.This was not an era where heroes were born in large numbers. When this bloody scene appeared in their line of sight, the people who were used to a peaceful and harmonious society instinctively panicked and fell into chaos. In an instant, the crowded plaza became a mess, filled with the roars of men and the screams of women. All they could accept was the kind of battle that was determined by numbers and stats.The Chinese Ocean was a cruel and cruel nation. No one in the world could deny this. However, this sort of savagery could only be displayed at the moment when they were the rulers. When others were completely enough to dictate their fate, they would act even more submissively and cowardly than ordinary people. Thus, in just a second, a crack had almost appeared in their courage.The hordes of fleeing figures in their line of sight caused the Shura to instinctively resent them as killing intent filled the air.The Shura had killed his way in, but if it wasn't for someone blocking him or provoking him, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to pull out his sword and shed blood. But... He did not understand why he had so much desire to kill. He wanted to slaughter everyone here, every living thing, and every single one of them.He leaped into the air and in the blink of an eye, caught up with the fleeing crowd. The black longsword in his hand rippled with a piercing sound as it swept across the surroundings, leaving afterimages behind it as it streaked past the group of players. The sounds of weapons slashing did not cease, and he did not use any skills, only relying on his incredible speed and the merciless swing of the Demon God Sword. It took away one life after another.The pressure of the Shura covered this terrifying area, and the smell of blood became stronger. Countless players tried their best to log off, but they failed in the midst of despair. Most of the players had already forgotten the world they were in due to fear.A merciless slaughter did not need a reason, did not need hesitation, did not need mercy, did not need anything. Under the sunlight, the fresh blood looked exceptionally alluring.And in this massacre, the Shura's goal was everyone in sight. All! Players, NPCs, anything. Those stern expressions that appeared beside the Shura made it so that they didn't even have the chance to see the current world clearly. The Silver Guards had all died under the Shura's Demon God Sword.The Shura's every swing of the sword would bring about several extremely mournful screams. The horrifying screams made everyone's heart tremble. As they ran, they almost fell down.Thus, the appearance of just one person had caused many of the players from the East Ocean Continent to flee for their lives like headless flies. This was the instinctive fear triggered by the stimulation of blood.In the midst of the chaos, from time to time, there would be a few shouts, "Together, kill the Shura", but they would be drowned out by the endless sound waves.Perhaps he finally realized the severity of the problem, for a Golden Guard Captain had personally come out. The instant he stood beside the Shura, a blood-red light streaked down from above his line of sight The moment before he died, he clearly saw the blood veins on his chest that evenly separated his body.I was actually killed in an instant... 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