One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence?

The Claw Priest smiled faintly, stood before Liu Ming, and snapped his fingers.

As the snap rang out, the crimson blood claws wrapped around his hand began to tremble slightly. In the end, they actually started moving. Only when Liu Ming looked closely did he realize that the pair of blood claws was entirely made up of crimson worms, an indescribably bizarre and disgusting sight.

A worm at the very core of the blood claws suddenly broke free and leaped onto Liu Ming. It burrowed into his nostril, making Liu Ming's expression change sharply as he demanded,

"What is this?!"

"It's nothing much. A new breed I raised—I call it the 'Dirty Ritual Worm.' Doesn't it make everyone a little cleaner? No need to get your hands dirty."

The Insect Priest looked at Liu Ming and chuckled.

Though the Insect Priest had not explained it clearly, how could Liu Ming not understand what the worm was for? Worms like this were usually a means of using one's Sequence. The only way Liu Ming could survive now was to kill the Insect Priest before the worm took effect!

With that in mind,

Liu Ming tried to force himself to his feet. But the moment he rose, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The worm had yet to take effect, but Liu Ming's body could no longer hold on. Too many injuries and an overly exhausted body had left even Liu Ming's unyielding will unable to control his body and make it stand.

It seemed... this was as far as he could go.

Liu Ming could only lie there silently and wait for death.

And that seemed to be the case. Even his enemies, the Insect Priest and the Sword Priest, had tacitly accepted that Liu Ming was dead.

Buzz!

A sudden sword cry rang out!

The situation changed abruptly. The two priests immediately came to their senses and saw hundreds of thick white lines suddenly slash out from the mountain path ahead, obscured by dense woods. The forest along their path was annihilated as they shot straight toward the two of them.

The sword light was like moonlight, its might peerless!

Both priests reacted quickly. Sequence energy surged from their bodies as they raised their weapons to meet the sword light!

Buzz!!!

The sword light dissipated, and deep bloody wounds appeared across their bodies.

"Who the fuck is playing tricks over there?!"

Blood filled the Sword Priest's eyes as he stared fixedly in the direction the white lines had come from.

Truthfully, he was nowhere near as calm as he appeared. Those seemingly ordinary white lines had pierced through his defenses so easily and struck his body. Such power was simply unbelievable.

Even... the hand gripping his sword had begun to tremble slightly after colliding with the white lines, as though it had gone numb.

"Idiot, that guy's a mysterious expert!" the Insect Priest roared.

"Idiot, that guy's a mysterious expert!" the Insect Priest roared.

The Sword Priest froze upon hearing that, but quickly came back to himself. As a member of the Spirit Cult, how could he not know of mysterious experts? He had simply never encountered one before, so he had failed to react at first.

White-Line Slash... it really was a mysterious expert.

But the white lines described by the organization's reports on mysterious experts did not seem to be this dense or this thick, did they?

The moment the Insect Priest's voice fell, the sound of something tearing through the air rang out again. Hundreds more white lines, dense as a sword net, slashed toward the Insect and Sword Priests one after another.

This time, the point from which the white lines were unleashed seemed much closer.

The two Spirit Cult priests blocked all the white lines once more, but the bloody wounds on their bodies became even deeper. The Insect Priest, who was weaker in direct combat, even spat out a mouthful of blood.

Large swathes of red worms on his arm died, and his crimson blood claws quickly withered away. The Insect Priest took a ragged breath. Unable to maintain his earlier calm through the pain, he shouted,

"Fuck, if you've got the balls, come out here!"

It was as though his words had actually worked. A series of soft, pattering footsteps suddenly drifted through the still air.

Step by step, the footsteps were like soul-snaring demonic music, drawing both their gazes toward the small mountain pass ahead.

The Sword Priest swallowed, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.

This time, he saw it clearly. The mysterious expert's white lines had not become thicker. Rather, every white line was covered in smaller "white blades."

Though he had no idea what these white blades were, one thing was certain... the mysterious expert had become even stronger!

Hearing the unending footsteps, the Insect Priest stopped shouting as well. He narrowed his eyes and stared intently ahead.

At that moment, the Insect Priest had withdrawn all the Sequence energy he had dispersed outside, including the worm inside Liu Ming's body. He had to preserve every bit of his strength to face the monster before him.

Because if he lost, he would die.

Once a person died, nothing mattered anymore. He only wanted to live.

The two men stared fixedly at the mountain pass. Just as their eyes began to ache, movement finally appeared at the entrance, which had remained empty until now.

A young man in a white short-sleeved shirt slowly walked down from the mountain, a black sword in hand.

At first, they could only see a blurred silhouette. Then it gradually became clear. Finally, the two priests saw exactly who had come—and both froze where they stood.

"You?"

"Su Yu's brother?!"

The two spoke at the same time.

They were simply too shocked. In the Spirit Cult, who did not know that Su Xing was merely a pitiful man dragged into this incident?

He was an utterly ordinary person, with nothing that could compare to other Sequence users. Yet... he had appeared here now.

As the shock faded, the Insect Priest's expression immediately darkened. He instantly realized that the entire Spirit Cult had been played for fools by this little bastard.

The mysterious expert they had been unable to find had been by Su Yu's side all along!

The Sword Priest beside the Insect Priest did not think that much. The instant he came to his senses, his entire body turned into a streak of blue light as he charged toward Su Xing, shouting coldly,

"You've got some nerve! You actually crawled out of your rat hole—then die!"

The Sword Priest had truly gone all out this time.

He had already decided that even if he was seriously injured, he would take Su Xing down with him!

The dense white-line attacks from before had hit hard, but taking another round would not be a problem.

This time, he would kill him for sure!

Su Xing stood at the mountain pass without the slightest reaction.

As the Sword Priest lunged at him like a mad dog, Su Xing showed no sign of retreating. Instead, he raised the black sword in his hand, and white lines began to gather around it one after another.

At the sight,

the Sword Priest's scalp instantly went numb. It was not because he had realized how terrifying those white lines were.

Rather, his sixth sense seemed to have gone mad, constantly warning him: do not approach, do not approach, do not approach! If he approached the man before him, he would definitely die!

The stronger an expert was,

the more they trusted their sixth sense.

The Sword Priest was naturally no exception. But he had already charged forward, and there was no turning back now. He could only ignore the warnings in his heart, grit his teeth, and continue rushing toward Su Xing.

"Heh... if you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

Hundreds—no, thousands—of white lines suddenly condensed into being.

Instead of slashing out directly as before, the white lines clung to the black sword. From afar, the pitch-black blade seemed to have become a sword that glowed completely white.

White lines and white blades revolved around the black sword, each radiating terrifying power.

This was Su Xing's full-power strike.

Then Su Xing moved. His right foot stepped out first, and then his entire body suddenly vanished. In the Sword Priest's vision, he could only see a flash of white light traced by the black sword pierce through his body.

The next instant, thousands of white lines suddenly filled the path of white light carved by the black sword, like a moon fallen to the earth.

What the fuck is this?!

The Insect Priest, who had remained in the rear without acting, felt his scalp explode at the sight.

The Insect Priest froze in place. For a moment, he had no idea what to do next. Like a madman, he kept muttering,

"Impossible... impossible! How could this be possible?!"

"One move to instantly kill the Sword Priest... this is even more outrageous than Liu Ming! How could a backwater area like southern Cang City have such a terrifying unaffiliated expert?!"

"No, no, no! Don't kill me! I don't want to...!"

Southern Cang City was desolate.

Its economy was underdeveloped, and hardly anyone lived in the area. It was what people called the outskirts of Cang City.

So no matter how hard he thought, he could not understand why an expert at Su Xing's level had been living in such a small place. But no matter how confused he was, he would likely never be able to think about it again in this lifetime.

Because Su Xing's sword light had never stopped. After killing the Sword Priest, Su Xing's black sword pierced through the Insect Priest's body as well.

The Insect Priest's pleas abruptly ceased. He lowered his head in despair to look at himself, a trace of reminiscence flashing through his eyes as though he were thinking of something.

There was a large hole in his chest, filled with countless thin white lines. The white lines exploded inside him, and the Insect Priest's body shattered like building blocks. Chunks of flesh and blood scattered across the ground.

One sword, instant kill—two peak third-rank opponents!

"Whew, they're all dead."

Su Xing let out a breath of stale air, then turned to look at Liu Ming, who was still unconscious.