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He wore a black cloak that completely concealed his features, but the two long swords hanging at his waist marked him as a Swordsman.
"This guy's definitely tired of living — daring to interrupt the boss's entertainment time!"
"There really are people who just don't want to live."
"Sure, he's dead either way, but does he have to be in such a rush?"
"The boss is furious now. He's going to suffer."
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If he'd done nothing, Ghost One would have at least given him a quick death. Now that he'd interrupted Ghost One's entertainment time, a painless end was no longer an option.
Ghost One had been notorious in the Underworld for his brutality.
There had once been a player who disturbed Ghost One's entertainment time, and Ghost One had slowly drained his health, one strike at a time, even healing him to keep him alive longer. Most expert players set their pain sensitivity to a certain level, and that setting couldn't be adjusted mid-combat.
Just thinking about it now sent chills down their spines.
Shi Feng's fate would undoubtedly be the same.
"Was it him who saved me?" Dark Pupil stared at Shi Feng, his expression filled with astonishment.
He hadn't expected a random passerby like Shi Feng to step in and rescue him. In his experience, passersby would always distance themselves from trouble like this, wanting no part of it.
But even if Shi Feng had saved him once, it wouldn't change anything in the end.
They were trapped by a magic formation, and a Perception-Blurring magic scroll had been activated. Waiting for NPC guards to arrive could take who knew how long — more than enough time for Ghost One to kill them several times over.
"That person is..."
Nearby, You Lan watched as Shi Feng stood forward, feeling that his silhouette looked somewhat familiar, and that his voice seemed to ring a bell too.
"So it was you, kid?" Ghost One didn't rush to attack. Instead, he studied Shi Feng with a serious gaze, a cold smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You've got some nerve. I was actually going to let you — a mere passerby — walk away alive. But now I've changed my mind."
"Let a passerby like me walk away?" Shi Feng scoffed. "Save your demon's mercy. If you've got time to spare, you'd better think about how to kill us and get out safely before the NPC guards arrive."
Give hope first, then bestow despair — that was far more terrifying than despair alone.
For an ordinary player, this kind of trick would leave them regretting their decision to meddle. But for Shi Feng, who had roamed the Divine Realm for years, such petty tactics were a joke.
"Seen through, have I?" Ghost One saw that his little act wasn't working and dropped all pretense. He licked his lips and chuckled softly. "Fair enough. I never actually planned on letting a passerby like you go. But your little stunt is only going to make your death more painful."
"Kid, you'll regret your foolish little heroics. The rest of you — keep an eye on Dark Pupil and You Lan. Si Bu Mingmu, make sure you keep healing this kid. I don't want this fight ending too early!"
"Don't worry, boss. As long as you don't tell me to stop, I guarantee this guy won't die even if he wants to."
The moment Ghost One gave his order, the Underworld members locked onto Dark Pupil, You Lan, and the others. The slightest movement from them would trigger a simultaneous assault. Meanwhile, a level-47 blue-robed Priest turned his gaze toward Shi Feng, hands at the ready to cast, a faint look of mockery in his eyes.
The words had barely left Ghost One's mouth when he appeared behind Shi Feng — no one had seen when he moved.
Shadow Step!
The pitch-black dagger cut through the air like a venomous snake, tracing a deadly arc.