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Chapter 405: Killing Towards Thief Island

Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Killing Towards Thief Island

Not far away.

The two Sky Net elites, with their power amplified like tigers sprouting wings, became even more formidable. Facing second and third-tier opponents, akin to slicing melons and chopping vegetables, they were invincible.

"Bang, take this!"

A head flew into the air, its eyes filled with disbelief. It hadn’t even made sense of the other’s move before finding itself decapitated, dying an unjust death.

"Pfft..."

Another Skull member fell to the ground with a wail of agony, bisected at the waist in a peculiar way, intestines spilling out everywhere. The pain was immense; he screamed for the duration of a cigarette before the torment ceased, dying with resentment.

What terrified the Skull members was the arrival of nine more experts from afar, whose strength was incomparable to that of the Sky Net elites, already on par with TW-2.

It turned out that all of Ten Killings had arrived.

They dove into the fray like tigers among wolves, their aura thick with the scent of blood and death, killing gods and Buddhas in their path without any pressure.

"Bosses, you’ve finally arrived," an ecstatic Sky Net elite exclaimed.

"Where are bosses Long Qie and Titan?" another Sky Net elite asked, puzzled.

"Heh heh, the two bosses have already embarked on a greater slaughter," one of the Ten Killings excitedly responded.

"Why didn’t you take us with you?" the Sky Net elite was unsettled.

"Heh heh, we couldn’t do it without you. Let’s make it quick, we’re also setting off soon," another one from Ten Killings roared.

"Roar..."

Both Ten Killings and the Sky Net elites, filled with excitement, braved the storm of blood, felling countless Skull members.

What’s the fun in bullying these weaklings? It’s only a real pleasure to kill enemies alongside bosses Long Qie and Titan.

By then, it would probably cause a great commotion.

"Heh heh!"

Listening to the discussions of his brothers, TW-2 also showed a hint of amusement, looking at Wang Wei with pity, he shouted, "Kid, be smarter in your next life, and steer clear when you see a Sky Net member."

"Hmm?"

"Pfft..."

Wang Wei was still contemplating the meaning behind his words when he saw a blade flash by, like a chilling cold wind.

Then, he felt himself soar into the air, landing perfectly atop a wall. He could see his Skull brothers falling one after another, while his own headless body was still spurting warm blood.

"The Evil God is truly immovable!"

This was his last thought before his consciousness blurred, feeling as though he was gracefully swaying. Perhaps this was the ascension of the soul.

"Swish!"

The Sky Net elite followed up with another slash, putting a perfect end to the slaughter.

TW-2 wiped his war blade on Wang Wei’s clothes, then looked up to the sky to see the sparse moon and stars.

The stars will always be stars, never overshadowing the moon.

"Brothers, let’s retreat!"

TW-2, carrying Mu Yiqing who was still unconscious, made swift moves and was the first to leave.

The others followed, fading into the night wind, gradually disappearing into the distance.

Blood flowed into rivers, secretly meandering through the deserted alleys, where victories and defeats are forever etched.

After a long while.

A group of people arrived, led by the Black and White Beauties of Futu, accompanied by several skilled fighters.

Bai Mudan, with her garments fluttering, looked coldly at the severed limbs and broken bodies. With an expressionless face, she said, "Is this the strength of Sky Net? Truly shocking."

"They must have held back their power!" Black Rose pinched a drop of blood, her silent smile revealing her thoughts.

Xu Sandai was shocked, stating foolishly, "How is this possible? Even if I went all out, I couldn’t have achieved such destructive power."

"Fool, let me tell you, if the Evil God were here, the scene would only be even more brutally solemn." Yang Cheng shook his head, deeply moved, still feeling palpitations from his past arrogance in provoking the Evil God.

Only one person closed his eyes, his delicate face as beautiful as a woman’s, it was none other than the Wudang heir, Zhang Xiaotian.

"Alas, the heavy burden of killing will surely invite divine retribution!"

...

The next day.

Mu Yiqing slowly came to her senses, only to find herself unharmed and lying in her bedroom. She sat up in confusion, her face thick with doubts.

"Wasn’t I kidnapped last night? Why am I here?"

"And those two men in tight black clothes, what they said was even more baffling, claiming their boss coveted my beauty?"

Am I really so widely renowned for my beauty?

Mu Yiqing got dressed and walked to the window, greeting the warm sunshine with a slightly muddled mind.

"I definitely drank last night, and my clothes still smell of alcohol."

If that Scar-faced man really had taken me, I wouldn’t be here, it must have been heaven pitying me, saving my life.

I almost didn’t get to see Brother Xiao again, which would have been an unfortunate stroke of luck.

No, I must call Brother Xiao right away to let him know I’m safe.

While musing, she took out her phone, filled with joy as she made the call.

"Ring ring ring... Brother Xiao, I missed you." Mu Yiqing, having narrowly escaped death, was no longer timid, eagerly expressing her true feelings.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Zheng was surprised, his tone gentle, "Girl, I’ve missed you too, your loving chicken soup, so sour and delicious."

"Bang!"

Mu Yiqing "hmphed" silently to herself, her fist pounding on the windowsill, her nails drawing traces of blood. It was so pathetic, he was such a detestable guy, yet why couldn’t I speak harshly to him? Instead, she had to respond gently, "Brother Xiao, when are you coming back? I’ve learned to make four-happiness meatballs, come taste them and give me your feedback."

"Heh heh..." Xiao Zheng’s shameless laughter came through, boasting, "Little sister, I’ll be back the day after tomorrow. Are you feeling lonely and cold? Just wait, I’ll take good care of you when I return."

"Uh..."

Mu Yiqing pinched her bleeding hand, listening to his slick words, feeling helpless and conflicted. Softly, she said, "Brother Xiao, I’m bleeding, and you’re not offering any comfort, only talking nonsense."

"Oh, bleeding? It must be a charming shade of red." Xiao Zheng cheekily flirted, "If I were by your side, I’d certainly suck on it for you, ensuring you’d feel better and ecstatic to no end."

"Hmph!" Mu Yiqing, at the end of her patience, scolded, "You jerk, you’re getting more and more vulgar, I’m not talking to you anymore."

"Beep beep beep..."

As Xiao Zheng listened to the beeping on the phone, he shook his head with a wry smile and muttered to himself, "My dear girl, if I weren’t vulgar, you’d end up hopelessly falling into the whirlpool of love, unable to extricate yourself."

And that is not what I wish for!

At this moment.

Xiao Zheng was aboard a fishing boat, accompanied by Long Qie and Titan, hurrying toward an unnamed island, using a birthday celebration as a pretext to investigate the true state of the "Stealing Door" sect headquarters.

Having managed to get a day off from Leng Ruobing, he needed to make the most of the time.

"Long Qie, when will Ten Killings arrive?"

"They lead fifty Sky Net elites, a total of sixty people. They went ahead of us and headed directly to the unnamed island, probably arriving by now." Long Qie answered calmly, aware that another bloody storm was on the horizon today.

Xiao Zheng nodded, "Qin Wuya is a freak, Huang Wen is a weirdo, Wang Wei is an animal, and I wonder what kind of person the Sect Leader of ’Stealing Door’—Qin Batian could be?"