"S-level strength."
The man stared at the door and uttered a sentence.
"The Exile" truly benefits from the fusion of the High Dimensional Lord and the Power of Doomsday Destruction, ordinary people simply cannot open it!
"Itâs really strange, youâre obviously just an A-level lower being, yet you possess S-level abilities..."
The man spoke as he waved his arm, releasing layers of techniques.
The techniques pierced through the door, crashing into the hallway.
âThe door "does not exist"!
This is embarrassing.
The bearded man pondered hard in place for a while before finally making a choice.
He turned around and walked towards the end of the hallway.
"From now on, you and I will mind our own business."
A long knife thrust from behind.
Clang!
The man suddenly turned and blocked You Huangâs blade.
"Your abilities are enough for self-defense, but to kill me, youâre far from it."
He sneered.
The long knife withdrew and disappeared into the door.
The man continued to walk forward.
The door followed behind him, hopping along.
"...Why are you following me?"
The man couldnât help but ask.
"Looking for a chance to kill you," Shen Yeâs voice came from within the door.
A sharp blade of light followed.
The man blocked it once more and couldnât help but roar in anger, charging straight at the door.
âBut he passed straight through the door, unable to enter.
"You must have had extraordinary luck to gain such abilities, it has nothing to do with how impressive you are."
The man mocked.
Shen Ye did not respond.
The door remained silent as well.
After a few breaths.
The man shook his head and turned to walk forward.
The door promptly jumped up to follow him, swaying back and forth.
The man simply ignored the door.
He came to a wide square and loudly declared:
"I am the Master of Illusion."
"Slaves, you must gather here, those who do not arrive within three minutes will definitely be killed by me."
The voice rolled out like waves, quickly spreading in all directions.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
A group of professionals flew over and landed in the square, glancing at the man.
Such a presence.
Such powerful fluctuations of strength.
âThe one who spoke just now was this person!
The leaders nodded, knelt on one knee, and loudly proclaimed:
"We greet the respected Master of Illusion, Lord Sow on the Tree."
The man was stupefied.
Even though he was a mysterious entity,
he knew a few curses from human society.
"You will all die."
He said with a dark face, the terrifying fluctuations of techniques gathering in his hands.
The crowd below began to stir.
"Hold on, Lord Sow, why are you like this?"
The leaders looked terrified, their expressions puzzled.
The man saw their reactions and suddenly a question arose in his mind.
He shouted:
"Why are you calling me Lord Sow on the Tree?"
They all simultaneously pointed behind him.
The man turned around to look.
He saw the door standing behind him.
On the door was written a line in large characters:
"Lord Sow on the Tree is here, why donât you kneel in submission!"
Silence.
The man stared at it for a while and coldly spat out two words:
"Childish."
Before he finished speaking, the blade had already swung out from the door.
Clang!
The man blocked the blade and was about to retaliate, but the blade had already retracted into the door.
The door could not be passed through.
He couldnât attack, nor defend.
He glanced at the crowd below and found them looking on with bemused expressions, as though watching a play.
âYou canât even handle the trouble next to you, and you want to rule us?
"Youâll all die."
The man exuded a murderous aura, raising his hand to form a spell seal.
Snap.
A crisp sound.
His hand seal was shattered.
A person appeared not far in front of him.
âIt was a man with a buzz cut wearing a basketball jersey.
"Hey."
The buzz cut man shouted towards the door:
"Letâs cooperate and take down this catastrophe?"
"Okay."
Shen Yeâs voice came from within the door.
The buzz cut man grinned, looked at the Master of Illusion, and said:
"You have ten seconds to leave here and return to your history, otherwiseâ
"You will surely die."
The Master of Illusion was indifferent, shaking his head:
"Youâre merely an A-level mid-tier professional, and you want to stop me from boarding?"
Just as he said the word "board"â
His entire body turned into sheets of pure white scraps of paper, scattering in the air, continually drifting.
All the scraps fell and were caught by an elderly, withered hand, transforming into a white paper flower.
"Dead."
The old woman in white ritual attire spat out two words.
The white paper flower ignited, accompanied by a faint scream, gradually burning to ashes.
Shen Yeâs gaze sharpened.
At the moment the old woman appeared, the buzz cut man cut his arm with a dagger and quickly wrote a few runes in the void with his blood.
The two cooperated to enhance the old womanâs technique to a higher level.
âCombined Skill.
In other words, together they could release an S-level Instant Death Technique.
Such skills are indeed rare.
The white flower burned out completely.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The buzz cut man immediately started bandaging his wound.
The old woman scolded the crowd:
"A bunch of zombies, utterly useless frauds!"
"Go do what youâre supposed to do."
"Donât cause a scene!"
The crowd dispersed in a clamor.
This time the atmosphere was different from earlier.
"To have Witch Cai and Power King appear at the same time, this catastrophe might actually have had some strength."
"Itâs a pity Power King didnât act."
"Well, if Power King had acted, wouldnât we have been collateral damage?"
"Anyway, itâs safe now."
"Letâs head back."
They chattered as they quickly left the square.