Chapter 298: He Is a Player

"Clang!"

Another deafening blast!

Under the clash of massive forces, Fengyun Tianxia's forward surge was finally completely halted, even being shaken back slightly.

Seizing the advantage, Cheng Shuili gave no quarter, her blade flaring like a raging storm!

Slash, chop, carve, swipe!

These words that Su Rui had recited to her countless times were all unleashed by her!

Night Hunt transformed in her hand into streaks of silver lightning, striking Fengyun Tianxia's vital points from every sharp, ruthless angle.

Her power erupted fully, each slash containing enough force to cleave solid stone.

Although Fengyun Tianxia's defense was astonishing and strength unparalleled, they still could not match Cheng Shuili.

Under Cheng Shuili's unreserved ferocious onslaught, they were forced to repeatedly wave a dagger to parry, retreating step by step, splashing mud and water.

With Cheng Shuili's unstoppable diagonal slash, Fengyun Tianxia's parrying dagger was flung aside, the middle opening wide! Seizing the fleeting chance, Cheng Shuili drew the Night Hunt long sword, tracing a cold arc that precisely cut toward their neck!

"Pfft!"

A muffled, teeth‑aching sound echoed.

This time, there was no metallic clang, nor the 'pup' sound of striking a broken weapon.

Night Hunt's keen edge truly sliced in!

Fengyun Tianxia's retreating figure suddenly stiffened, motion freezing in an instant.

Their inhuman indifference finally shattered, replaced by an incredulous shock. They seemed to try to lower their head, but the skull tilted at an unnatural angle, ultimately detaching completely from the neck, rolling onto the ground and splashing mud.

The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed heavily to the ground with a muffled thud.

The warehouse fell into death‑like silence, only the patter of rain on the roof remaining.

The burly man and the woman hidden behind the cover, witnessing the scene, saw the color drain from their faces, terror and horror filling their eyes. Their greatest pillar, the invulnerable, immensely strong Lao Da, had… been beheaded?!

Cheng Shuili slowly withdrew her blade; there was not a drop of blood on Night Hunt's edge. She frowned, glanced down at the wound, and found the thing was… solid?

Cheng Shuili's gaze, originally cold, now raised an intrigued eyebrow; she crouched on the spot, examining the object closely.

The incision was smooth and even, like metal cleanly cut by a blade.

And reality seemed to match.

Cheng Shuili frowned, unwilling to touch the thing rashly; after a moment's thought, she straightened, raised her hand, and rotated the Abyssal Ring on her finger.

Can this unknown thing… be discerned?

Cheng Shuili thought so and did so, reasoning that a trial wouldn't cause trouble; if successful, wouldn't they learn its nature?

She thought well, but reality was cruel.

【Insight Failed】

Cheng Shuili stared at those four characters in silence, then suddenly realized it wasn't a total loss.

At least it proved the thing wasn't a monster.

So… not a monster, immune to bullets, can speak and attack, even team up with players to enter an Instance—what on earth is it?

Cheng Shuili frowned, lifted her gaze toward the woman and the burly man who had been trembling since Fengyun Tianxia's death.

Since she couldn't think of an answer, she'd just ask.

Cheng Shuili's stare, like a solid ice spear, instantly pinned the pair behind the cover.

The tip of Night Hunt's blade lifted slightly, pointing at them; though wordless, a cold murderous intent and undeniable questioning radiated.

The burly man and the woman trembled all over, the last hint of color draining cleanly from their faces; the shock of Lao Da's decapitation still fresh, the killing god's gaze fell upon them again.

"Don't—don't kill us!"

The burly man broke down first, his voice trembling with sobs, scrambling out of the cover with hands and feet, raising both arms, "We'll talk! We'll say everything!"

The woman's complexion turned ashen as she slowly rose, eyes darting away, unwilling to meet Cheng Shuili's gaze, clearly having lost all fighting spirit.

Even the monster that was Lao Da was beheaded, and the two of them still aren't enough to fill the gap.

Cheng Shuili said nothing, merely signaling them to continue with a look; Ailin and Xinxue's barrels remained firmly trained on the two, ensuring any movement would be instantly turned into a sieve.

"We… we don't know Lao Da… no, what exactly is Fengyun Tianxia!"

The burly man stammered, hurriedly saying, "We met him at the La Ji Zhan, big boss you must know, there was a black market, when we encountered him he was being sniped by the guards there, and he displayed this ability, so we followed him!"

"Right, right!" the woman quickly added, her voice hoarse, "He rarely speaks, but whatever we need, he solves for us. This time he said he came to find… to find you. He said as long as we deal with you…"

She suddenly halted, as if having said something she shouldn't, her face instantly showing remorse.

The burly man beside her flashed a gaze starkly different from his earlier cowardice, glaring fiercely at her.

Seeing their demeanor, Cheng Shuili understood everything: they weren't telling the truth, something was being hidden from her.

Too bad Su Rui isn't here, then she'll have to do it herself.

The rain's patter on the roof seemed amplified countless times, hammering the surviving two's hearts.

The woman, terrified by the near‑solid icy chill in Cheng Shuili's eyes, recoiled a step, nearly collapsing into the mud.

The burly man's scalp prickled, and he quickly shouted, "He said! He said that if we follow him, provide supplies, future wealth and honor will surely be ours!"

"State it clearly."

Cheng Shuili replied lightly, "That doesn't hit the point."

She didn't buy that these two savvy individuals would accept "wealth and honor" merely because of a "follow him" promise.

In contrast, the woman found the situation even harder to discern; now the two of them were like fish meat on a sticky board—whether they could survive depended solely on Wu Ya's mood, the knife‑wielder.

The woman fell to her knees with a thud, her voice trembling as she began, "He's not a player, no, he is a player…"

"You're crazy!" the burly man rasped weakly, cutting off the woman's words.

"You're the one who's crazy!" the woman snapped, turning sharply at the burly man, "Fengyun Tianxia is dead! If we don't tell the truth, what good outcome is there? Losing our lives is fine, but I don't want to be tormented like you!"

She turned back to Cheng Shuili, speaking at a breakneck pace as if fearing a slower breath would be torn apart by Night Hunt: "He's a player, but not a player of this region!"

How could he possibly be a player?

Cheng Shuili lost patience, the tip of the Night Hunt blade pressed against the woman's neck.

If she doesn't say something fundamental, Cheng Shuili will really make a move.