Chapter 577
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Chapter 577: I Come to Kill Him
“Transcendence?”
An Qingyu saw the blood mist and white threads swirling around that figure, disbelief flashing in her eyes.
This scene was all too familiar to them.
Not long ago, Zhou Ping, who had stepped into the divine realm and mastered the sword laws, had vanished in the process of transcendence…
The person before them was also transcending?
In other words, he had also entered the divine realm and mastered a certain law?
An Qingyu, Jiang Er, and Jialan were puzzled, but the other four stood frozen in place like statues.
Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang, and Shen Qingzhu exchanged glances, all seeing the shock reflected in each other’s eyes!
The gray cloak, the white long knife at his waist, and the mask bearing the character “Wang”… everything seemed to reveal his identity.
They had seen this person before.
The captain of the fourth special team of the Daxia Night Watch, the “Mask” team, Wang Mian.
Lin Qiye would never mistake him; when they had just entered the training camp, it was the “Mask” team that conducted practical exercises with them. He had even faced off against Wang Mian, who had suppressed his realm.
That blade, “Yiyuan,” was still fresh in his memory.
But the problem was… Wang Mian was merely a captain at the “Klein” level, yet to step into the pinnacle of humanity. How could he possibly begin transcending?
Moreover, he was still a young man under thirty; how could he suddenly appear as an old man in his sixties or seventies?
And why was he alone, standing on a small boat, holding a knife on the surface of the sea?
Endless questions surged in their minds. Lin Qiye stared at the elderly figure, tentatively speaking:
“Wang Mian?”
Crash—!!
A wave crashed against the small boat, sending splashes of water flying, yet not a single drop touched the old figure. Even the inside of the boat remained dry.
The figure piloted the small boat, sitting motionless on the turbulent sea, like a statue.
He did not respond. Beneath the “Wang” mask, his deep-set eyes gazed at the seven people before him. After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes.
His right hand, wrinkled and marked with age spots, gently rested on the hilt of the knife.
The rolling sea suddenly froze!
The white waves were suspended on the surface, drifting clouds were embedded in the azure sky, and the splashing droplets hung in the air, their smooth spherical surfaces clearly reflecting the seven figures like sculptures.
In the hazy mist, “Yiyuan” slowly unsheathed.
The bright blade reflected a flowing river of time like satin, emitting a faint blue glow. The moment the long knife was drawn, the elderly figure began to cough violently again.
“Cough cough cough cough…”
Crimson blood splattered onto the boat. His right hand gripped the hilt tightly, and the blade slowly sliced through the air toward the seven figures.
Smack—!
A foot stepped forward, landing on the time-frozen sea, splashing water everywhere.
Beneath the “Wang” mask, the old eyes suddenly opened wide.
Among the seven, who should have been frozen in time, a girl in a deep blue Han robe with flowing black hair stepped forward, arms outstretched, blocking the other six behind her. Her gaze toward him was filled with vigilance and ferocity.
The man behind the mask narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he sighed helplessly.
“Your time… I almost forgot, you are also here in this time frame.”
“Who are you? What do you want?” Jialan spoke coldly.
“Who I am is not important,” he replied slowly. “I… have come to kill.”
Jialan’s brows furrowed tightly, her eyes bursting with killing intent.
“You want to kill them? Do you dare?”
She reached back and slapped the black box behind her, and the golden “Tianque” spear fell into her hand, its tip shimmering with blinding golden light, the surging aura stirring the tranquil sea into ripples once more.
The man shook his head.
“I do not kill everyone; I only kill one person.” His aged voice echoed in the air. “He must die here… otherwise, in the future, he will become a nightmare for the entire world.”
“Who?”
The white-haired figure slowly raised his hand, his fingertip pointing toward one of the seven.
Jialan’s gaze fell on that person, her brow tightening even further.
She turned back and said firmly, “I cannot let you kill him.”
“If he does not die, billions of lives will perish because of him.”
“I do not believe it.”
“I have seen it.”
“I have not seen it!” Jialan stared fiercely at the eyes beneath the mask, speaking each word deliberately. “We are the ‘Nightfall’ team; he is one of us. We have sworn an oath to be invincible under that nightfall…
I cannot just stand by and watch my comrade die before my eyes because of your vague words.
I believe in each and every one of them.
But I do not believe you.”
Jialan gripped the golden spear, her eyes filled with determination and resolve. “As long as I am here today, you cannot kill anyone.”
The old man sitting alone in the small boat fell silent.
“Comrades, huh…”
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the old yet spotless gray cloak draped over him.
In his eyes, a deep sense of nostalgia and sorrow emerged… His patterned fingers unconsciously rubbed the corner of the cloak.
Time seemed to stand still.
In his murky eyes, one after another, reflections of young figures draped in gray cloaks, wearing various masks, laughing and cursing appeared…
A barely perceptible smile flickered at the corners of his mouth.
It was fleeting.
He slowly raised his head, looking at the figure standing on the sea, holding the spear.
“Are you really going to stop me?”
“Yes.”
“I finally made it back.”
“Then please go back again.”
“I am not willing.”
Jialan’s eyes radiated a dangerous light.
“Since I have come, I must do something.”
He looked at Jialan, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly swung the “Yiyuan” in his hand… piercing it into the sea beneath him.
Time flowed across the surface of “Yiyuan,” transforming into an immensely powerful blade of light that surged into the seabed below, and then a gigantic deep-sea whirlpool extended beneath everyone’s feet!
The rolling seawater swept up the six figures frozen in time, pulling them into the whirlpool, and in the blink of an eye, they scattered and disappeared into the depths of the ocean.
Seeing this scene, Jialan’s pupils constricted. She turned back, gritting her teeth as she looked at the elderly figure holding the long knife, and with the spear in hand, she shot forward like lightning!
“Right now, you still cannot defeat me.”
He shook his head, and the long knife in his hand slashed out again, a blade of light that seemed to split the entire sea, striking Jialan. Although it left no wounds, the terrifying power within it sent her flying in an instant!
Her figure vanished at the edge of their sight.
The shattered seawater fell from the sky like a light rain.
The figure sat alone in the small boat, coughing violently, slowly sheathing the long knife, his pale hair dancing in the wind, an indescribable loneliness and desolation surrounding him.
A river of time faintly appeared behind him, and the small boat beneath his feet began to move, carrying him as he gradually disappeared from the surface of the sea.
