March, Do You Believe You'll Get Knifed?

Instantly!

Nebulae surged, and fierce storms swept everywhere.

Dan Heng and March 7th on the platform could barely withstand it, so they retreated directly with the others.

They watched the man on the platform from afar, standing alone in the storm.

The surging power made the instruments and equipment of the entire space station hum.

At this moment.

Even the Doomsday Beast in front of the platform was completely immobilized by the terrifying pressure of the Divine Sword of Taixu!

Its entire black and white skeleton creaked under the crushing force!

Even though the sword hadn't fallen yet, its body was already beginning to twist.

Despite being tempered in the crucible of war, this Doomsday Beast clearly couldn't contend with the Divine Sword of Taixu, which was unleashed by channeling the power of the Stellaron!

Under everyone's gaze, Yan Huan slowly extended two fingers and lightly tapped the Doomsday Beast in front of him.

Hum—!!

A colossal golden sword tip, high above the distant starry river, seemed to respond and slowly lowered itself towards the Doomsday Beast.

With every segment it extended, the entire space station violently shook.

Beneath the sword tip, the Doomsday Beast's body appeared so minuscule.

Everyone held their breath.

Their minds raced with a thousand thoughts, deeply shaken by this scene!

This sword descended from the peak of the galaxy, hanging high in the universe, its sharpness causing the surrounding floating meteorites to crumble.

The moment the golden sword tip touched the Doomsday Beast, another massive tremor occurred, as if a supernova had erupted.

"BOOM——————!!"

Not just the Doomsday Beast, but the entire Herta Space Station was engulfed in golden light.

The roaring sound was incessant, and everyone dared not breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, the light in the universe gradually faded.

Inside the Herta Space Station.

Many crew members were curled up on the ground, covering their heads.

It took a long time for them to recover.

In the distant starry river, a few golden trails still remained.

As if to prove that the previous sword strike was real.

After a long while.

What brought everyone back to their senses was the words of a handsome middle-aged man.

"Himeko, who was the one who drew the sword?" Welt asked gravely, his expression serious.

"Huh?" March 7th turned her head dazedly, then said with surprise, "Uncle Yang, when did you get here?"

Welt: "When you all retreated."

He adjusted his glasses and gazed at the golden afterglow in the distant universe.

He had seen this kind of technique before.

During the most glorious era of Shenzhou, there was a mountain called Mount Taixu, filled with ancient Eastern splendor.

The name Scarlet Kite Immortal immediately appeared in Welt's mind.

"Himeko, are you alright?" Welt asked Himeko, who was lost in thought, again.

Himeko's eyes were incredibly complex at this moment.

She managed to suppress the shock in her heart and slowly replied:

"His name is Yan Huan, and he once claimed to be the captain of the Hyperion."

"What?!" Welt's expression froze.

Clang—!!

Uncle Yang's cane fell to the ground, but his pupils were filled with disbelief.

He had heard about the captain of the Hyperion.

He never expected to meet someone from that world again here.

Instantly, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

That sword strike just now possessed the strength of an Aeon's Emanator.

"Hey, hey, why is everyone so quiet?" March 7th looked left and right, finding everyone in a daze, their eyes unfocused.

It was as if they hadn't woken up yet.

Dan Heng spoke up, picking up where March 7th left off.

He looked out into space at the lingering golden trails.

"That sword strike... it has a very Xianzhou style."

Welt nodded.

"Yes, it's very similar. His control over the sword's momentum is incredibly precise. Even though it appeared like a raging storm to us, and we were even bathed in this golden light, we weren't harmed at all."

"His mastery of the sword dao can even rival a friend I once knew."

The person Welt was referring to was, naturally, Fu Hua, the Scarlet Kite Immortal.

Dan Heng: "Mr. Welt, did you perhaps visit Xianzhou before?"

"No," Welt replied slowly. "That was in my homeland."

Within the Express crew, Welt rarely spoke about his homeland.

It was clear that this sword strike had reminded him of something.

Himeko smiled and asked, "Welt, is he from your hometown?"

Welt shook his head.

"Not yet confirmed. We might need to talk a bit more."

Just then, a discordant voice cut in.

"Oh, is that the leader of Antimatter Legion? You're here too."

Welt adjusted his glasses, his expression complex.

"Now it's confirmed."

Himeko: "..."

"I didn't expect to run into you here, the former captain of the Hyperion," Welt said, shaking hands with Yan Huan. Seeing this young man, his thoughts seemed to drift back to a long time ago.

Yan Huan returned his smile.

"You flatter me. In our original world, I barely had any role in the main story. For the leader to remember a nobody like me, you truly are a magnanimous person."

This was the first time Yan Huan had met someone who recognized him in the Star Rail.

Hiss, if Welt is here, then where is the Void Archives?

Yan Huan asked directly, "Leader, is the Void Archives with you too...?"

Welt replied with a smile.

"That, you'll find out later. That sword strike just now was quite good. Did Fu Hua teach you?"

Yan Huan: "No, the system gave it to me."

Welt: "..."

Welt: "The Captain is as humorous as ever."

Uncle Yang felt that Yan Huan was joking and didn't want to reveal the source of his power too much.

Seeing the two of them calling each other "Captain" and "Leader," March 7th raised an eyebrow.

These two seemed to have quite significant identities in their hometown.

Uncle Yang had mentioned to them before that he was the leader of an organization, and now it seemed to be confirmed.

As for the other "Captain," that also seemed to be true.

"Uncle Yang, since Yan Huan is from your hometown, why don't we invite him onto the train?" March 7th suggested.

March 7th had witnessed Yan Huan's strength just now; he was definitely capable.

If he could join the Star Rail Express, the safety factor would skyrocket.

Welt nodded upon hearing this and looked at Yan Huan.

"Yan Huan, what do you think of March's suggestion? Would you like to join the Express crew?"

Welt certainly approved of Yan Huan, who, as a former captain, had impeccable character.

Moreover, he was an old acquaintance.

"Sure, I don't have anywhere else to go anyway."

Yan Huan agreed immediately.

Since he had arrived in this world, following the Star Rail Express was definitely the right choice.

If he stayed at Herta Space Station, many things would become uncontrollable, which was not what Yan Huan wanted.

He had many goals now.

The first was to increase his strength. He wanted to be as laid-back as possible, because he would definitely have to fight Aeons in the future, and the strength of an Emanator First Tier would definitely not be enough.

Next, he needed to protect his companions as much as possible, which was also why he joined the Star Rail Express.

He never wanted anyone else to sacrifice themselves like Himeko did in the last world.

For that reason, he truly needed to improve his own strength to be prepared for any eventuality.

Yan Huan's first target was March 7th.

"What? Why are you looking at me with such pity?!" March 7th asked, noticing Yan Huan's gaze.

"Adult matters are not for children to inquire about," Yan Huan refused to explain.

March 7th's identity, appearance, and personality...

She was practically the prime candidate for sacrifice.

"Uncle Yang," March 7th ran over to Welt and whispered, "Let's not bring him onto the train. Let him stay at the Space Station and work himself to death."

Welt: "..."