Strange Li Danger

"He's been transported to an alternate dimension." Mu Tianxing frowned. "The Hunter Squad did this."

"Do you know which squad it was?"

"It seems to be the Crocodile Squad." Luo Yushang thought for a moment, unsure.

"Crocodile Squad." Mu Tianxing's previously furrowed brow smoothed out. "Then it's fine."

"A few mere level 40 Professionals are no match for Lin Yuan at all."

"You have so much confidence in Lin Yuan?" Luo Yushang asked in surprise. "The captain of the Crocodile Squad is a level 48 Magic Swordsman, and the members average level 42."

"Those guys are very cunning, good at disguising themselves, and have killed quite a few talented Professionals from the Xia Kingdom."

Mu Tianxing laughed, "If their average level were 52, I might worry for Lin Yuan."

"A few level 42 nobodies—Lin Yuan can easily crush them."

"Did you not watch the video on the Professional Forum this morning? I bet if you had, you would have the same thoughts as me."

"Video?" Luo Yushang asked, confused. "What video?"

Taking out her phone, Luo Yushang opened a pinned post on the Tianfeng City Professional Forum: [The Descent of a Deity, Nothing More Than This].

The post contained only one video.

After opening it, it showed the scene of Lin Yuan stepping on a stairway of bones, walking towards a throne.

Subsequently, Lin Yuan hung high above the throne, indifferent to all living beings.

With a wave of his hand, thousands of undead emerged.

For every inch the throne moved forward, the Zerg army retreated an inch.

While chatting and laughing, he slew a mutated Tier 5 Flying Dragon Mother Body.

The moment he left the Teleportation Gate, 99 Professionals stood in two rows, filled with solemn respect.

In the distance, nearly a million undead knelt on one knee, respectfully seeing the King off.

An arrogant entrance, an utterly unreasonable strength, wild! Domineering!

Accompanied by high-octane music, the descent of a deity, nothing more than this!

After watching the video, Luo Yushang felt her blood boiling.

"Is this really Lin Yuan?!"

After interacting with him for the past few days, Luo Yushang felt that apart from being a bit shameless, Lin Yuan was actually a very easy person to get along with; at the very least, he was very polite to those around him.

But the Lin Yuan in the video was unbelievably domineering, like an emperor who held the power of life and death, completely devoid of emotion.

It completely overturned Luo Yushang's long-held impression of Lin Yuan.

"Is this really Lin Yuan?" Luo Yushang asked again.

"Who else could it be if not him?" Mu Tianxing pointed at the poster.

"This Archer named Hu Sanming is one of the lucky ones who cleared the insect nest with Lin Yuan."

"This guy is really cunning, he actually recorded it."

It wasn't as if no one had recorded in the Dungeon before, but those were always recorded after the battle to supplement a guide.

This was different; even after entering combat, Hu Sanming was still recording.

Except for the first three waves, the most authentic side of the entire insect nest annihilation battle was completely presented.

The video was posted at six o'clock this morning, and now it is ten o'clock; it has already exceeded two hundred thousand views.

Lin Yandong even sent this video to the Association Headquarters. He believed that before long, Lin Yuan's name would appear before those people at headquarters.

Once the five minutes were up, Lin Yuan emerged from the alternate dimension unscathed.

With a swoosh, the streets of the entire city were occupied by the undead; without counting carefully, there were probably tens of thousands.

"See? I told you he was fine." Mu Tianxing folded his arms across his chest and winked at Luo Yushang.

"Since Lin Yuan is fine, it's time to clean up the trash that crossed the line."

Mu Tianxing clenched his right fist and raised it to the sky. Bang!

A golden flash exploded, turning into a fine drizzle of light—it was extremely beautiful.

Everyone in the city saw this golden rain of holy light.

"You actually used an S-rank Skill, Holy Light Rain, as a signal flare." Luo Yushang wore a speechless expression.

"You're really showy."

The S-rank Skill Holy Light Rain was a large-area healing spell that was only used in emergencies before.

But now, after his third class transfer and reaching level 61, and having obtained an SSS-rank Skill, he was actually using an S-rank Skill as a signal flare—he was really getting carried away.

After receiving the signal, the four members of the Peerless Guild acted simultaneously.

Li Weixian looked up at the somewhat panicked Archbishop Paul, transformed into his half-demon form without hesitation, and opened with his ultimate move: "Demon Flash!"

A beam of light containing destructive power shot towards the opposite side, prepared to unleash an indiscriminate attack on Tianfeng City.

"Li Weixian, you're crazy!" Archbishop Paul—no, the person in black—said in disbelief.

"Aren't you afraid of piercing right through Tianfeng City?!"

"Do you think you're the only one stalling for time?" Li Weixian sneered.

"The people of Tianfeng City have already been transferred to shelters."

"Today, even if it means smashing Tianfeng City to pieces, I will keep you here."

"Since you dared to come to the Xia Kingdom to cause trouble, you should be prepared to die."

The person in black panicked completely.

"No, you can't do this."

"I violated international conventions by entering the Xia Kingdom without authorization; I can accept sanctions."

"I will provide compensation that will satisfy your country."

Usually, as long as it reached this point, people would generally stop.

After all, killing a level 60 top-tier Professional from another country gained nothing, and it also created an enemy, leading to constant worries about retaliation—it wasn't worth the loss; it was better to demand some compensation, which was more practical.

But standing before Archbishop Paul now was Li Weixian, a madman.

Surrender—that word didn't exist in his dictionary.

Either the opponent died, or he died; there was no third option.

After all these years, Li Weixian was still alive, which proved that all his opponents were dead.

"Are you done talking?" Behind Li Weixian, a demonic phantom with red skin and sharp horns on its forehead appeared.

"If you're done talking, you can go die."

Before the words even faded, Li Weixian's level increased from 60 to 61, and a black scythe appeared in his hand.

Li Weixian held the black scythe, the demonic phantom behind him roaring, his eyes looking coldly at Archbishop Paul, as if looking at a corpse.

In fact, Li Weixian had long completed his Class Transfer Mission, but because of his profession, he didn't want to stand out.

Now it didn't matter; Mu Tianxing had already completed his class transfer, and he no longer needed to hide.

Li Weixian stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Look, now that you've discovered my secret, you can't leave here alive."

"You are a demon!" Archbishop Paul was terrified.

"You are a mouthpiece for demons."

"An enemy of God!"

"You're too noisy." Li Weixian swung his scythe.

In an instant, Archbishop Paul's body was split in two; the expression of terror still remained on his face, but his soul had already been completely annihilated.

After Archbishop Paul died, a purple-black lotus bloomed on his corpse.

"The Flower of Ultimate Evil blooms here; it's a pity no one is around to appreciate it."

Li Weixian dissipated the scythe and returned to his human form.

He took a deep breath, touched the location of his heart, and muttered to himself, "The demon soul is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress."

"I wonder if Mu Tianxing has a way to suppress the demon soul."

"Or perhaps I can discuss it with that little guy named Lin Yuan, set a trap, and take down that Demon Lord who deceived me."