Hell's Entrance!

"Fourfold Kill!"

Shan He gritted his teeth and said.

The first wave of bamboo arrows was to lure the enemy deeper. I knew they wouldn't hurt you, but I wanted to let you know I was waiting for you ahead. Jinta was eager to prove himself and charged at the very front, only to find a large net waiting for him.

The second net was to restrict freedom, to limit one or several target individuals within a very small area as much as possible. While they were unable to move, they would be shot one by one.

The third arrow was both for killing and for driving them away. With the person caught in the net, unable to evade, if they could be killed, they would be. Even if someone rescued them, it wouldn't matter, as it had already confined Jinta's movement to within a single palm's reach.

Yes, at that moment, Jinta was being held in his own hands. He had just saved him from high in the sky, not even having had time to put him down.

The fourth killing intent was the cleaver, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, killing enemies invisibly.

Just when you thought you had dodged the bamboo arrows, there was a large net in front of you. The moment you cut the net wires at the critical juncture, before you could even catch your breath, the cleaver arrived.

Impossible to evade, impossible to defend against.

This not only required powerful strength as a foundation but also involved deep psychological warfare.

Shan He was truly curious, what kind of person could set up such a perfect Fourfold Kill in such a short amount of time?

Was it the beardless youth in front of him?

Shan He was a master of the Qi Control Realm, his eyesight far beyond that of ordinary people.

In this pitch-black night, his senses were still sharp, able to take in the colors of the surrounding plants or the sounds of insects crawling.

He could see Tang Fei's face, that of a clean-cut youth, his features even considered exquisite, making even the handsome boys on the Star Ranking pale in comparison.

What was most memorable were his eyes, clear, bright, carrying a mocking smile and a daring bandit's spirit.

How could such an outstanding boy be born on Old Earth?

Had the nuclear radiation failed to fry their brains?

Boom!

Shan He dropped Jinta, whom he had been holding, onto the ground. He was already dead, and there was no point in holding him any longer.

Just as the Clown had said, the dead could not offer any help to the team.

Shan He looked at Tang Fei and asked, "Did you set up this trap?"

"Yes," Tang Fei said with a grin. "Are you satisfied?"

"It was astonishing," Shan He said. "The fact that you could set up such a Fourfold Kill in such a short time, honestly, we didn't expect it. I admit, I made a huge mistake again. I underestimated you."

"Originally, I thought I was taking enough precautions, not even giving my teammates a chance to split up and be picked off by you. But now I realize, I still underestimated you."

Tang Fei casually waved his hand and said, "It wasn't that amazing, really. If you hadn't been so foolish, our Fourfold Kill would have failed."

"Foolish?" Shan He looked at Tang Fei with suspicion in his eyes.

"Yes," Tang Fei pointed at Jinta, who was split in two on the ground, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this big guy practiced defensive techniques like the Adamantine Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, right?"

Shan He's eyes narrowed, and he nodded. "Yes."

Jinta had indeed practiced a defensive cultivation method called the Turtle Burst Technique, which focused on defense, compressing himself to the extreme, and then erupting with thunderous power at the critical moment to deliver a killing blow to the opponent.

This was also why they had Jinta lead the way; he could block arrows at a crucial moment.

"This kind of technique is difficult to deal with. If you go head-to-head, it's hard for ordinary people to even scratch the surface. If the strength is equal and you can't find their weak points, it would be a draw even after fighting for three days and three nights," Tang Fei explained.

Then, he narrowed his eyes and thanked Shan He, saying, "At the critical moment, I really have to thank you for your help..."

"Oh? How did I help you?"

"If you had put him down immediately after saving him and helped him cut the external fishing net, with his strength, he would have been more than capable of protecting himself. I didn't expect you to keep holding him in mid-air, letting him be wrapped by the fishing net and unable to move."

"At that moment, wasn't that the best opportunity to draw your sword? Uncle, don't you think I should thank you?"

"Hahaha!"

The Clown burst into laughter.

He laughed until he was hoarse, doubled over with laughter, even stomping his feet and jumping in place.

He pointed at Shan He and said, "Uncle Shan He... Hahaha, I have to thank you too. Thank you for helping me get rid of this big guy."

"It's just too funny. The one who killed us was one of our own, hahaha, how can it be so funny?"

"..." Shan He's expression turned grim, and a red light flickered in his eyes again.

The Clown, however, paid no mind, as if he hadn't noticed Shan He's change in expression. He pointed at Tang Fei and asked, "Kid, what's your name?"

"Tang Fei. Tang from Tang Fei, Fei from Tang Fei."

"Interesting, very interesting. Kid, I like you, we're the same kind of people."

"I walk the path of the living, you walk the path of the dead. We are not the same," Tang Fei said.

The Clown laughed even more heartily, pointing at Tang Fei. "Arrogant, very arrogant... Kid, I like you even more."

"Shameless!"

"..."

The Clown couldn't laugh anymore.

Although he found the sentence funnier, his stiff face couldn't manage a smile.

Shan He looked at Tang Fei and said, "The Fourfold Kill performance is over, right?"

"It's over," Tang Fei replied.

"Then it's our turn to perform."

"Alright," Tang Fei said with a chuckle. "Please, begin your performance."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Fei turned and ran.

Shan He leaped up, soaring into the sky like a cannonball.

"Trying to run?" His body flew through the air as he pursued Tang Fei, who was bolting through the dense forest like a startled rabbit. "Leave your head behind."

Tang Fei had cut off Jinta's head with his own hands, so he intended to take Tang Fei's head as well.

That way, he wouldn't be laughed at when he returned to the starry sky.

He knew that if Tang Fei didn't die by his hand, and if the squad he brought out hadn't been wiped out, then the scene just now would be the greatest humiliation of his career.

If word got out that he had helped his opponent decapitate a teammate, how could he face anyone? His career would suffer a huge blow, and he might even be unemployed.

Seeing Tang Fei flee, the Clown, the Snake Woman, and the others also used their movement techniques to give chase.

Tang Fei ran very fast, his feet seeming to be propelled by the wind.

He leaped and dodged, weaving left and right, even changing direction occasionally.

He loved this feeling, this sense of becoming one with the mountain and the lush forest.

He was incredibly familiar with this place. Ever since he could remember, or even before that, he had followed the Old Man and Little Fatty into these mountains.

At first, the Old Man led him and Little Fatty up the mountain to hunt. Then, the Old Man watched them hunt. Later, the Old Man had them hunt on their own.

Until he was hunting alone.

He knew where the ferocious animals were, where to hunt the two-headed sheep and the two-eyed rabbits, which patches of wild mushrooms were most abundant for hunting wild boars, where the stagnant water was, and where the sheer cliffs were.

He was intimately familiar with everything.

He knew this mountain like the back of his hand; he was the king of this mountain.

Of course, this was before the mutant tiger kings and adamantine leopards appeared.

Or when the wolf packs showed up.

Tang Fei passed through Hundred Flower Ridge, ran past Crocodile Pond, crossed White Bone Gorge, and kept going, always forward.

Then he stopped.

He stood there, panting.

Clang!

Shan He landed like a cannonball, his feet hitting the muddy ground heavily. He stared at Tang Fei and said, "Kid, you could run, couldn't you? Keep running."

"I'm not running anymore," Tang Fei said, waving his hand and gasping for breath. "I can't run anymore."

"Then this is where you will die," Shan He declared.

Red light flickered in his eyes, and he clenched his fists, which also glowed with red light.

This was an extremely strange and evil cultivation method called the "Thousand Corpse Transformation."

This cultivation method was primarily used to absorb the phosphorescence from corpses, which the older generation often referred to as "will-o'-the-wisps."

This was because human bones contain phosphorus. After a corpse decomposes, changes occur that generate phosphine gas, which has a low ignition point and can spontaneously combust.

When walking, it would appear to move behind you, and if you looked back, it was terrifying, hence its being called "ghost fire" by superstitious people.

Shan He absorbed this death energy through his cultivation method, melting and devouring it, ultimately using corpse poison to kill.

With this evil art, he had actually cultivated his own Yin Yang Qi, breaking through realms and becoming a renowned assassin in the starry sky.

"This place?" Tang Fei looked around and said with a smile, "The scenery here is quite nice. How about we give it a name?"

"Whatever you want to call the place where you'll be buried."

"I want to call it Hell's Gate," Tang Fei said.

"As you wish," Shan He said, preparing to leap again.

When he watched movies on New Star, a line had deeply impressed him: villains die because they talk too much.

He knew he was the villain, so he tried his best to speak less.

Especially when carrying out missions, he hardly spoke at all.

He didn't want to waste any more words with Tang Fei; he wanted to finish Tang Fei off as quickly as possible.

After all, Tang Fei wasn't his real target. The little bird hiding in the shadows was.

Hmm, it didn't move.

It still didn't pulse after another try.

Then, with a look of astonishment, he turned to Tang Fei and asked, "What is this place?"

"Didn't I tell you? This is Hell's Gate. That's what we locals call it."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you feel your body rapidly sinking?" Tang Fei said with a chuckle. "The faster you move, the deeper you sink. Even Lion King and Tiger King wouldn't be of any use here. How about it? Is this Fifth Kill decent enough?"

"What about you? Why aren't you sinking?" Shan He stared at Tang Fei's body. He was still standing calmly, with no sign of sinking.

"Because I floated in, and you jumped in," Tang Fei said with a chuckle. "I have to say, that jump you made earlier was truly full of momentum. I'm impressed, truly impressed."

"..."

Shan He knew he had fallen into a trap again.

Fifth Kill!