Chapter 737: The Power of a Single Sword!

The group moved through the swirling sands, gradually distancing themselves from the town of Blinston.

Looking back, the town of Blinston had already vanished into the endless yellow expanse.

It was about time to make their move!

Nie Yan glanced at the group. Among the twenty players, there were two orc warriors, two tauren warriors, three shamans, two elven thieves, five elven mages, three elven demon hunters, and three druids—a fairly common class composition. Their equipment was excellent; items above the semi-legendary tier were common among them.

Angel Dominion produced a large quantity of top-tier gear, most of which was distributed to their elite players. They had received quite a share themselves, and with their frequent dungeon runs, acquiring high-quality items was natural.

Glancing over them, Nie Yan allowed himself a slight smile. If he could relieve this group of some of their gear, it would surely make the Angel Dominion players heartbroken.

The long formation advanced with warriors and thieves at the front, followed by druids, and bringing up the rear were elven mages, demon hunters, and shamans. These guys were far too careless. Did they really think no player would dare attack them while they were on their own turf? Hadn’t Angel Dominion warned them how to stay vigilant?

In contrast, players from Bull Tribe were far more professional. No matter where they were—even outside Carol City—they always ensured thieves were scouting in stealth, and there were always one or two warriors at the back to handle emergencies.

The members of Angel Dominion were too arrogant.

Nie Yan fixed his gaze on a slightly overweight shaman at the back of the formation. The shaman looked bored.

“Light Shadow, where are we now? How much longer until we arrive?” the shaman asked an elven mage beside him.

The elven mage, named Light Shadow, replied, “It’s still early. I’d say at least five more minutes.”

“This sucks. I was just about to level up to 126; only 3% experience left, and then I had to come back. Who knows how many times we’ll wipe in this new dungeon. I guess 126 is out of the question for now,” the shaman complained.

Light Shadow chuckled, about to say something when his pupils suddenly constricted and a look of terror crossed his face. He had just spotted a figure appearing behind the shaman, like a ghost.

Before he could shout a warning, a dagger suddenly appeared at the shaman’s throat.

“Number one,” a voice, like it came from hell itself, sent chills down one’s spine.

With a “plop,” before the shaman could react, his throat was slit open, and blood gushed out.

“Enemy attack!”

“Damn it, Huolie is down!”

The players immediately erupted into chaos, raising their staves and launching a barrage of spells and arrows toward Nie Yan.

Their reaction was not slow at all.

Nie Yan quickly looted the shaman’s dropped gear before dodging the incoming spells and arrows by pushing off the ground with his right hand, flipping himself five or six yards away, narrowly avoiding the attacks.

As soon as he landed, Nie Yan sprang forward like a spring, targeting the mage called Light Shadow.

Seeing Nie Yan charging toward him, Light Shadow immediately waved his staff, casting an exorcism spell the moment Nie Yan approached.

Nie Yan had already predicted the spell the moment he saw the mage raise his staff. In such a situation, mages usually resorted to spells like exorcism or frost nova.

Before the exorcism spell reached him, Nie Yan activated Death’s Immunity.

The exorcism spell swept over Nie Yan without effect. He charged forward, delivering a powerful elbow strike to the elven mage’s chest.

The elven mage was sent flying backward, pierced through the chest by a flash of cold light.

With a “plop,” blood sprayed out.

The elven mage crashed heavily onto the ground.

Two consecutive kills threw the rest into panic. They furiously attacked Nie Yan, especially the demon hunters, who were fast attackers. They quickly drew their arrows—volley after volley, frost arrows included—shooting toward him.

A barrage of arrows flew his way.

Nie Yan used his Dash Step, deflecting their shots with a few “ding” sounds, grabbed the mage’s dropped items mid-motion, and vanished without a trace.

“What’s going on?” Cracked Rock asked in the party chat. He noticed the commotion at the back of the formation and was stunned by the two consecutive system notifications—had two teammates just died?

“A rogue ambushed us!”

“Who is it?”

“We don’t know. His information is hidden. It might be Crazy Rogue Nie Yan! The weapon flashing by just now must have been Zaynard’s Blade!”

They couldn’t think of anyone else with such skill. No one else could eliminate two teammates so quickly.

Hearing the name Crazy Rogue Nie Yan, everyone’s heart sank.

At some point, all players had become accustomed to calling him by that name. Nie Yan’s undefeated legend continued to this day. Every time Nie Yan appeared, wielding the mighty Zaynard’s Blade, it sent chills down their spines. To his enemies, Zaynard’s Blade was like the scythe of the reaper himself—whenever it appeared, someone was bound to die. To them, the title “Crazy Rogue” represented more than just a nickname; it was a symbol of fear.

“Full party alert, stay vigilant!” Cracked Rock rushed toward the back. “Shamans, locate him!”

“Can’t find him with Revealing Totems!” the two surviving shamans replied nervously.

They didn’t know why, but they felt panic creeping in—an unusual feeling for such top-tier players. Even when facing powerful bosses, they could usually remain calm. Yet now, amidst the endless yellow sands and the unknown lurking in the shadows, their hearts felt gripped by an invisible force.

“He’s too well hidden. Our detection skills don’t work on him. Everyone calm down! Wait until he appears and then attack. Be quick to react!” Piaolai Piaole (Floating Around) said, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his palms already sweating. As a mage, he was an easy target for Nie Yan.

“Should we retreat, Boss Cracked Rock?” a mage asked, feeling his entire body tense.

“If we retreat, Light Shadow and Huolie will have died in vain.” Cracked Rock still harbored some hope of driving Nie Yan away and reviving the two teammates.

They had two top-tier players on their side; they weren’t necessarily afraid of Nie Yan.

Observing the panic in the middle of the group, Nie Yan’s lips curled into a cold, murderous smile. His eyes locked onto Jifeng (Swift Maple), who stood less than two yards from Cracked Rock.

Nie Yan’s gaze sharpened, and suddenly he moved.

Cracked Rock focused his mind, slowly stepping forward. The dust beneath his feet was swept away by a powerful force. His understanding of the Holy Swordsman class was quite strong, and he had great control over his energy.

Suddenly, he felt a killing intent locking onto him. He roared, stomping his right foot heavily onto the ground. With a “boom,” a powerful wave of energy swept outward, cracking the ground in a five-yard radius.

The Holy Swordsman’s Ground Rupture Shockwave was far more terrifying than that of ordinary classes.

However, after the shockwave passed, Nie Yan did not appear.

Cracked Rock suddenly locked onto an open space in the distance and roared, swinging his sword. A powerful crescent-shaped energy wave slashed outward.

With a thunderous boom, a deep trench cracked open on the ground.

Cracked Rock knew these attacks were useless against Crazy Rogue Nie Yan. He was trying to provoke Nie Yan into revealing himself so he and Floating Around could team up.

Just as Cracked Rock finished his attack and hadn’t yet recovered, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

“Cracked Rock, watch out!” Floating Around used a blink ability, appearing about two or three yards away. His throat trembled, releasing a piercing scream.

Fear Scream!

The moment he released the scream, Nie Yan used a Mental Immunity skill. Before Cracked Rock could react, Nie Yan stomped hard on his right knee joint. With a “bang,” Cracked Rock dropped to one knee. Nie Yan followed up with a spinning side kick, delivering a powerful blow to Cracked Rock’s neck.

Cracked Rock felt a surge of blood rise in his throat, spitting it out with a “pah.”

Despite the Holy Swordsman’s strong physique, Nie Yan’s attacks weren’t immediately fatal.

At that moment, not far away, Jifeng roared, “Boss Cracked Rock, watch out!” and charged toward Nie Yan and Cracked Rock.

Seeing Jifeng charging, Nie Yan growled and raised Zaynard’s Blade, unleashing Annihilation Slash!

Ten massive sword shadows formed out of thin air, descending from the sky.

Everything happened too quickly for anyone to react.

As he unleashed Annihilation Slash, Nie Yan caught sight of the helpless players at the back, one of whom was the lecherous black bull. Nie Yan’s Annihilation Slash was an area-of-effect skill, targeting a line. With one slash, over ten players would die. At the last moment, he slightly adjusted the attack direction.

“Boss Cracked Rock, run!”

Seeing the sword shadows descending, Jifeng suddenly changed direction, rushing toward Cracked Rock.

With a “bang,” Jifeng reached Cracked Rock just in time, delivering an elbow strike that sent him flying while taking the full brunt of the sword strike himself.

With a scream, Jifeng was instantly killed.

Seeing Nie Yan’s sword strike descending, Floating Around used a Flash Step at the last moment, narrowly escaping the attack.

As for the players at the back, they weren’t so lucky. They never expected Nie Yan’s strike to be an area attack.

With a thunderous boom, seven or eight players were caught in the sword shadows, instantly turning into streaks of white light. The sand was blown away, leaving a massive crater in the ground.

The might of a single sword strike had reached such a level!