Forgotten Sword Saint, the most powerful arrow!

Chen Ming walked into the dark passage.

Under the shroud of death energy, a series of damage numbers floated above his head.

-50 points (true damage).

-50 points (true damage).

...

At this stage, few players could continuously withstand the erosion of death energy.

But under the effect of [Heart of Control], Chen Ming's health bar was connected to all his summons and pets.

This bit of damage was, for him, merely an itch.

He moved forward along the passage.

Soon, an ancient city appeared before his eyes.

[Forgotten Dungeon Lv15–Lv20]

[Description: Once a glorious legendary city, it turned into a city of the dead overnight. Death energy permeates everything, and all living beings have been turned into undead.]

[Prompt: Based on your level assessment, the current map is too dangerous. Please choose carefully.]

A bright red danger prompt emerged before his eyes.

Chen Ming ignored it directly and walked quickly to the city gate.

"Creak, creak~"

The ancient city gate was slowly pushed open, making a piercing sound, as if two rusted iron plates were rubbing against each other.

Chen Ming looked up.

In the ancient and decaying city, gray mist surged, and the streets were scattered with dense white bone skeletons.

Chen Ming followed the city's main road all the way forward and arrived at the city center.

A blood-red altar appeared before him.

Atop the altar stood a magnificent throne.

On the throne, a figure with closed eyes sleeping soundly slowly opened its eyes as Chen Ming approached.

Blood-red eyes suddenly lit up, turning into a beam of blood-colored light that pierced through the hazy gray mist and fell upon Chen Ming.

"It has been a long time since anyone set foot in this ancient city..."

"In return, let me personally send you into eternal sleep."

The moment the voice fell, endless gray mist condensed, turning into a blade of death in the final boss's hand as a terrifying sense of oppression swept over.

Chen Ming's expression remained unchanged as he looked up at the final boss's attributes.

[Dungeon Lord: Forgotten Sword Saint] (Gold-rank Boss)

[Level: 20]

[Health:]

[Health: 450,000/450,000 points.]

[Strength: 640 points.]

[intelligence: 600 points.]

[Agility: 450 points.]

[stamina: 340 points.]

[Spirit: 300 points.]

[physical attack: 1,350 points.]

[magic attack power: 1,270 points.]

[Physical Defense: 510 points.]

[Magic Defense: 450 points.]

[Gold-rank Boss Template Bonus: Max Health +100,000 points. Executes enemies with health below 5%. Attacks carry 10% true damage.]

[abyssal level Dungeon Bonus: Max Health +1,000 points. Physical/Magic Attack +70 points.]

[Skills: Evil Light Slash Lv5, Ghost Shadow Slash Lv5, Sword Mastery Lv2, Death Tombstone Lv3, Berserk Lv5, Li Ghost Sword Technique Lv2, Instant Death Immunity Lv1.]

[Description: Once the lord who governed the Dungeon, after death, his unyielding obsession turned into a wisp of a remnant soul, still guarding the Dungeon.]

...

As expected of the Dungeon's final boss!

These attributes could only be described with the word 'perverted.'

450,000 health, and both physical and magic attack power were well into four digits.

Against current players, it would basically be one kill per strike!

[Prompt: Class Trait activated. You have successfully marked the target—Dungeon Lord: Forgotten Sword Saint. Please proceed to kill as soon as possible.]

A prompt suddenly popped up before his eyes.

Chen Ming took a deep breath and quickly pulled the bowstring in his hand.

"Whoosh, whoosh!!"

A dozen arrows shot out through the air in succession.

"Such an attack is useless against me!"

An indifferent voice sounded. With an Agility attribute as high as 450 points, the Forgotten Sword Saint possessed extremely perverted speed.

With just a flash of his body, he easily dodged all the arrows.

Faced with this phantom-like speed, if it were any other Ranger player, they would probably have been at their wits' end long ago.

But as one of the ten strongest on Blue Star in his past life, how rich was Chen Ming's combat experience?

"Whoosh, whoosh!!"

Another series of arrows flew out.

"Futile effort."

The Forgotten Sword Saint sneered. While dodging the attacks, he charged toward Chen Ming like a ghost.

However, the moment he charged, Chen Ming suddenly raised the longbow in his hand.

"Whoosh, whoosh!!"

A series of arrows flew out instantly.

Under the effect of inertia while charging, the Forgotten Sword Saint had no time to make any dodging or defensive maneuvers.

He could only watch helplessly as the dense arrows landed on him.

Twelve arrows in one second.

The toxin damage from the Source of All Evil was instantly stacked to the maximum.

-90 points.

-105 points (true damage).

-22,808 points (toxin damage).

...

The Forgotten Sword Saint's health bar instantly dropped by a small chunk.

"Human..."

"I have underestimated you."

The Forgotten Sword Saint snorted coldly.

Immediately he charged out again. this time, he held the blade of death horizontally in front of him, while intentionally slowing down slightly.

The moment Chen Ming attacked, he would be able to react instantly.

But suddenly, two spatial gates emerged out of thin air above his head. The Ice Emperor Wolf King and the Undead Lord descended from the sky, pouncing fiercely toward the Forgotten Sword Saint.

"Ants dare to try and harm me?"

"Get lost!"

The already prepared Forgotten Sword Saint roared and slashed out a sharp sword qi.

It was his active skill—Evil Light Slash.

[Evil Light Slash Lv5: Slashes a wave of sword qi, dealing physical damage equal to 500% of physical attack to the target and all enemies in its path.]

-6,152 points.

-5,420 points.

...

Two terrifying damage numbers flew up from the heads of the Ice Emperor Wolf King and the Undead Lord respectively.

However, under the life-sharing effect of the [Heart of Control], although the damage looked shocking, it wasn't enough to be fatal to the two summons.

Besides, there was Emily, the healing mage.

Emily waved the staff in her hand.

Holy Angel's Blessing!

Holy Light!

Two beams of Holy Light fell, and the Ice Emperor Wolf King and the Undead Lord were instantly restored to full health.

"I'll see how many times you can heal."

The Forgotten Sword Saint snorted and slashed his blade of death again.

But suddenly, a massive sense of crisis emerged from within him.

He subconsciously looked up.

He saw Chen Ming take out a black arrow covered in runes from his backpack.

Arrow of Annihilation!

Following that, scorching lava covered the entire arrow, emitting an intense high temperature.

Flame Incineration World-Ending Arrow!

"Whoosh!!"

As Chen Ming released the bowstring, the scorching lava dispelled the surrounding death energy, and the Arrow of Annihilation flew rapidly toward the Forgotten Sword Saint with a terrifying aura.

"Not good!"

The Forgotten Sword Saint instinctively wanted to dodge, but the Ice Emperor Wolf King and the Undead Lord were like two pieces of sticky candy, tightly gripping his body.

"Puchi!!"

In the blink of an eye, with a crisp sound, the scorching Arrow of Annihilation pierced straight into the center of the Forgotten Sword Saint's forehead.

-45,380 points.

-13,614 points (true damage).

-20,850 points (magic damage).

...

Three consecutive damage numbers flew up from the Forgotten Sword Saint's head.

His massive 450,000 health bar instantly evaporated by a significant portion.

If other players saw this scene, they would certainly be shocked to the core.

Nearly seventy thousand damage in a single arrow.

Was this really damage that a level ten-something player could deal?

Furthermore, from the start of the battle until now, the toxin damage from the Source of All Evil had never stopped.

Chen Ming looked up; the Forgotten Sword Saint's health bar had only 250,000 left.

"In less than ten more seconds, the battle will be over."

A smile curled on Chen Ming's lips as he continued to pull his bowstring, leaving one arrow wound after another on the Forgotten Sword Saint.

250,000 points...

230,000 points...

200,000 points...

In less than ten short seconds, the Forgotten Sword Saint's health soon had only 90,000 points left.

"Human, in the endless ages, you are the first human who could push me into a Berserk state."

"In return, I will personally cut off your head and let your soul fall into eternal sleep!"