Nie Yan was like a ghost walking in the shadows; everyone had lost sight of their target, unable to locate where he was.
Divine Sight!
Divine Sight!
Five paladins from the Triumph Empire activated their Divine Sight, radiant divine lights shining from their eyes, yet none could spot Nie Yan’s whereabouts. Logically, their Divine Sight should have detected Nie Yan’s invisibility, or at least revealed some trace. Unless Nie Yan’s stealth had surpassed their detection range.
As they were searching ahead, a noise came from behind. Their hearts sank—could Nie Yan have already circled around?
“There he is!” one paladin shouted. As he turned his head, he spotted Nie Yan already approaching Hei Zhuo and Yu Long.
Nie Yan’s figure was faint and blurry, just a fleeting shadow.
What an incredible speed, such astonishing running ability!
Across a distance of fifty to sixty yards, Nie Yan covered it in less than five seconds.
The players were stunned, unable to wrap their minds around such speed.
A group of seventy or eighty mages nearby began to chant spells, but they found that the spells fizzled out instantly upon initiation.
The magical elements were too unstable to be gathered!
Dozens of warriors charged forward, attempting to intercept Nie Yan, but they found themselves unable to match his speed.
Nie Yan was just too fast. His natural speed was already astounding, enhanced further by Shadow Dance and a speed-boost scroll, making him even faster than a warrior’s charge.
Despite the numerous players trying to stop him, Nie Yan dashed through them as if they were nothing!
Lightning-fast, he reached Hei Zhuo and Yu Long.
Between Nie Yan and Hei Zhuo, only the paladin Yu Long remained!
Yu Long’s eyes radiated divine light, locking onto Nie Yan as he blocked the path between Hei Zhuo and Nie Yan with his sword.
“You must be Nie Yan. Come on then, let’s see how strong you really are,” Yu Long said coldly. Due to the unstable magical elements, no divine spells could be cast, and no buffs could be applied. He unleashed a Holy Light Slash toward Nie Yan.
Yu Long’s sword swung with tremendous force, creating an overwhelming sensation.
Hei Zhuo hadn’t expected Nie Yan to arrive so quickly. He tried to cast a spell, but the magic failed, leaving him feeling helpless. He could only place his hopes on Yu Long, praying that Yu Long could hold Nie Yan off.
As Yu Long swung his sword downward, Nie Yan dodged swiftly, thrusting his dagger toward Yu Long’s forehead.
Yu Long noticed Nie Yan’s figure flicker, his attack missing. His heart pounded—what incredible speed! His eyes were dazzled by the dagger’s gleam as it shot toward his face. This frontal assault was likely a stun attack. He hastily switched to a defensive stance, executing a block. Without the benefit of a powerful aura, he dared not directly withstand Nie Yan’s stun ability. As he took a slight step back, Nie Yan vanished from sight again. Yu Long’s heart sank—Hei Zhuo!
Nie Yan spun gracefully, passing Yu Long in a flash, reaching peak speed.
As if possessed by a deity, he felt a divine unity.
His steps danced with agility—this was Shadow Dance, the rogue’s steps!
Nie Yan felt as if he had returned to his past life, that level 180 rogue, experiencing again that unparalleled speed and the sensation of controlling life and death!
In this moment, Nie Yan’s soul united across two lifetimes!
The resonance of two souls across time and space deeply moved him, igniting a profound realization. He finally understood what he had lacked—the calm, selfless agility, the peerless confidence, and the indomitable aura!
This was Shadow Dance!
His mind was crystal clear.
He completely ignored Yu Long, as if the paladin didn’t exist.
No one could stop him! Not this paladin, not anyone!
Yu Long felt Nie Yan brush past him, a feeling of humiliation rising in his chest. He swung his greatsword horizontally at Nie Yan, but again his attack missed.
Nie Yan was like a shadow, seemingly non-existent, impossible to track.
A sense of helpless frustration welled up from within. Although it was partly due to the inability to use divine spells, Yu Long felt even if he could use them, he still wouldn’t be able to stop Nie Yan.
Nie Yan’s speed was like a demon’s dance.
Hei Zhuo sensed Nie Yan approaching and quickly retreated, but the dagger in front of him, like the grim reaper, followed relentlessly, filling him with deep despair.
There was no way to dodge!
His mind went blank. The dagger struck his forehead. In an instant, Nie Yan was behind him, delivering a Backstab followed by a Gouge.
The movements were clean and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
Hei Zhuo’s vision darkened as he collapsed to the ground.
After completing the kill, Nie Yan’s figure abruptly halted, creating a stark visual contrast.
At this moment, the five or six hundred surrounding players stared blankly at Nie Yan and Hei Zhuo’s body in the center, even forgetting to move. Hei Zhuo was dead?
From Nie Yan’s appearance to Hei Zhuo’s fall, it had definitely taken no more than fifteen seconds—brief as a fleeting white horse.
Yet Nie Yan had accomplished something unimaginable.
In front of five or six hundred players, he had killed Hei Zhuo!
As Yu Long turned around, Hei Zhuo was already dead. He stood there stunned, unable to believe that in just a moment’s glance away, Hei Zhuo was gone.
There hadn’t even been time for anyone to think or react.
Their eyes met. Yu Long looked into Nie Yan’s eyes, raising his greatsword. Is it my turn next? Come on then, let’s see how you take me down!
Nie Yan gave Yu Long a faint smile, then vanished from the players’ sight.
He was gone, nowhere to be found.
What did that smile mean? Contempt? Disregard? Or something else?
Nie Yan’s final smile was chilling. Yu Long felt his strength drain from his body, cold sweat drenching his back. He knew he had been utterly defeated, his heart chilled by Nie Yan’s speed. If they fought directly, how many seconds could he last?
Nie Yan’s stunning strike seemed to declare to them all—he was unmatched!
“Chief, he’s gone,” a paladin said, approaching Yu Long. He had seen Nie Yan’s figure flash across the distant woods before disappearing.
No one pursued, for they knew it would be futile.
Only now did they realize what a true rogue was—capable of infiltrating an army, beheading an enemy general as easily as picking something from a bag. This phrase, once reserved for ancient warriors, fit Nie Yan perfectly.
“Oh,” Yu Long snapped out of his daze.
“What do we do now?” the paladins asked.
“We retreat!” Yu Long ordered, preparing to lead his team away.
As he finished speaking, a blazing lava elemental appeared behind them, roaring with immense power. With a single sweep of its arm, a wave of molten lava surged toward them.
With a thunderous boom, the lava consumed everything, and the five or six hundred players were no exception.
Nie Yan ran far away, looking back to see the colossal lava elemental raging thousands of yards behind, its scorching magma engulfing everything. The surrounding area had become a sea of lava, with only some protruding boulders visible like reefs in the ocean.
If he used a random teleport scroll, there was no telling whether he might end up inside the lava. Nie Yan leapt onto a tall boulder.
The magical interference from the lava elemental would last another twenty seconds.
The scorching magma below had already covered the ground, flowing and surging. Sitting atop the rock, Nie Yan patiently waited, watching the crimson lava flows and the distant raging elemental, feeling a sense of desolation and remoteness.
One general’s glory is built upon the bones of countless fallen!
The Magma Forest had become an ocean of fire, every ironwood tree burning and eventually collapsing into the lava.
How many corpses lay buried beneath the lava?
Nie Yan had no way of knowing; only Triumph Empire and Horizon Sky could tally the losses.
But why dwell on it?
After a while, Nie Yan stood up, lazily stretching with a yawn, a pure smile on his face as he remarked proudly, “Well done.”
If Yu Long saw this, he would surely be astonished at how different this Nie Yan was from the cold, ruthless figure on the hill moments ago.
Standing atop the lava flows, Nie Yan began to use his Recall Scroll. A flash of white light enveloped him, and he vanished from the spot.
A video was posted on the official website titled, “The Downfall of Triumph Empire and Horizon Sky.” In this battle, Triumph Empire and Horizon Sky had been defeated. Looking back at Bull Tribe, aside from ten players bearing red names, not a single member had been lost.
The official site also posted a photo of Nie Yan and his companions. This footage would forever remain in players’ memories, shining brightly due to the annihilation of over twenty thousand players from Triumph Empire and Horizon Sky. Players remembered these ten faces—the ten who created a legend!
From this moment on, Bull Tribe became a rising star!
All players across the Griland region would remember Bull Tribe.
Every video related to this incident was posted on the Griland server forum. Players learned the entire story—the terrifying beast that shocked everyone. Yet the most unforgettable moment was undoubtedly Nie Yan’s stunning strike, which left players awestruck.
“Legendary Rogue – Nie Yan!”
“Griland’s Number One Rogue, Nie Yan!”
“Rogue King Nie Yan!”
Perhaps the last title gained the most popularity, or maybe Nie Yan’s bold throat-cutting gesture left a deep impression, or perhaps because he had slain Hei Zhuo amidst five hundred players, living up to the name “Rogue King.” Thus, the name “Rogue King” spread like wildfire.
From then on, Bull Tribe gained glory through the name of the Rogue King!
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