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After exchanging a glance with Xiao Yun, the Overlord of the Dead felt a chill run down his spine.

His reason told him that this guy, whose strength wasn't even at the eighth level, couldn't possibly hurt him!

But his intuition was screaming alarm bells—

"If this sword strikes, I will die!"

Without hesitation, the overlord of the dead chose to strategically avoid the situation.

However, the sword light that Xiao Yun slashed still tore through the protection of the power of death and pierced through his body.

A sharp pain shot through the wound, and intense flames surged into the body through the wound, causing a burning sensation throughout the body.

The dead overlord turned pale, terrified out of his wits, and couldn't help but scream:

"Huh!!? Uh?!!"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his call.

Because when he finally came to his senses, he realized that the wound left by Xiao Yun's all-out attack was not as big as the mark he had left by scratching his own dead skin.

The flame within my body was extremely weak; all the pain was merely my own illusion.

"It doesn't hurt, ha, I'm not dead, it doesn't hurt!"

"I knew it! What kind of damage could someone whose strength isn't even at the eighth level possibly cause?"

The confusion on the face of the Dead Overlord instantly turned into surprise.

Suddenly, he realized something, and the smile on his face froze on the spot.

"Wait, something's not right."

The Overlord of the Dead's expression changed drastically as he looked at Xiao Yun, filled with rage:

"You...you dare to play me! Die!"

He vowed to death that he would torture the boy until he was neither able to live nor die.

An overwhelming aura of death swept over us, even causing the starlight of the insects to collapse and tremble.

Xiao Yun remained completely calm, his tone cold and mocking:

"I thought the Overlord-level Undead were ridiculously strong and intelligent, but who knew there were stupid ones like you."

"Heh heh heh, trying to be mysterious, thinking I'd fall for it again!"

The overlord-level undead roared, then suddenly realized something was wrong:

Where is his sword?

The brain, consumed by death, is racing.

But before he could figure it out, a loud sword cry rang out above his head, answering his question.

"This is... the time of judgment!"

A childish voice rang out from the mithril sword, trying to appear dignified, yet sounding comical like a child with delusions of grandeur.

But the terrifying sword light that almost tore through space was undeniable.

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The body of the undead overlord was instantly pierced and pinned to the ground.

"ah!!!"

The Overlord of the Dead let out a painful roar. This time, the pain was no exaggeration. The sword energy raging within his body even made him feel the threat of death.

"No, no, this damned sword is just operating on its own; its strength is limited. I can still turn the tables!"

He let out a low growl and struggled fiercely.

But he was held down firmly by a pair of dragon claws.

"Hey, what are you thinking, bro? Do you think you can get away with this?"

Norton, the little fire dragon, chuckled softly, opened his maw, and his blazing dragon breath engulfed the undead overlord.

Beneath its feet, shadows writhed, and pale bone sickles swung, like diligent old farmers, severing the life of the demigod king again and again.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The screams, like those of pigs being slaughtered, rang out again. Seeing this bloody scene, even the unconscious dead couldn't help but back away.

Meanwhile, the professionals in the southwest were dumbfounded on the defensive line.

Just as Xiao Yun rushed forward, most people thought that this guy, who didn't even have the eighth sequence, was courting death.

But unexpectedly, he actually pinned a supreme-level undead to the ground and rubbed it hard.

"Wow, that's too brutal!"

Many people gasped in shock, until some who knew the inside story looked at Wang Jie with eyes full of curiosity and awe:

"Old Wang, is this your...brother-in-law? He's amazing!"

"Sigh, keep a low profile, keep a low profile. My brother-in-law doesn't like to show off, really."

Wang Jie had a calm and collected expression, as if he had already foreseen this scene.

It was as if he wasn't the crybaby who had just been so scared that his legs were trembling and he was almost kneeling on the ground wiping his nose.

"Sigh, sometimes, having too many powerful relatives isn't a good thing..."

Wang Jie looked at Qin Yuqing in his arms with a sigh, his expression carrying a hidden meaning.

Everyone rolled their eyes and ignored the Versailles guy.

It's not a bad thing. If they could get close to such a powerful summoner brother-in-law, they would be willing to be Qin Yuqing's dog!

However, a few quick-thinking guild leaders, their eyes darting around, subtly approached Wang Jie and whispered:

"Ahem, Brother Wang, you know me, I've never asked anyone for anything in my life."

"But my brother-in-law is so handsome and charming that I admire him greatly. Brother Wang, could you please introduce us? Even just meeting him and exchanging a few words would be great."

Before he finished speaking, packets of high-quality materials were handed out.

"Here's a wedding gift for Brother Wang, and a small gift for my brother-in-law, what do you think..."

"Cough cough..."

Wang Jie accepted the gift discreetly, suppressing a smile, and said in a serious tone:

"My brother-in-law doesn't like to show off and is rather indifferent to social niceties. He only stepped in this time because Yuqing was in trouble and I begged him. If you want to get to know him, I'm afraid..."

The group froze, not expecting this guy to have such a big appetite.

The group froze, not expecting this guy to have such a big appetite.

But when they thought of Xiao Yun's overwhelming strength against the overlord level, and the strong sense of security they would feel after clinging to this powerful figure, a resolute look flashed in their eyes.

"Brother Wang, thank you for your help."

More gifts were presented, and Wang Jie finally nodded and said:

"I'll see how it goes..."

Although the answer was ambiguous, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Even if he ultimately failed to establish a connection with the big shot, Wang Jie had already accepted the gift, and since they were all in the same boat, if something happened and his brother-in-law came to his rescue, wouldn't they be able to get involved as well?

The crowd glanced at the child Xiao Yun had brought back and became even more composed.

If we're willing to save even completely unrelated burdens who will receive no reward after being rescued, why wouldn't we save those who are willing to spend money?

No one in the world would do something so stupid.

"With this big shot around, at least we can survive."

Steady!

The guild leaders exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.

Just then, Xiao Yun's battle with the overlord-level monster was nearing its end.

Charmander, Bug, and King Crow are all exceptionally talented, each possessing a high level of power that can suppress or even completely annihilate [Death].

In particular, the dragon breath of the little fire dragon is of the same origin as Xiao Yun's [Eternal Burning Blood], and its restraining effect on death is especially significant.

Under the scorching heat of the dragon's breath, the overlord-level undead was on the verge of death.

Xiao Yun stepped forward, raised the mithril sword and stabbed it in, the sword energy extinguishing the last trace of death power in his body.

"After slaying the Overlord-level opponent, the Mithril Sword will basically meet the requirements for advancement."

Xiao Yun was somewhat excited, eager to see just how powerful the Mithril Sword would be after undergoing such stringent conditions and being upgraded to Rank A.

But suddenly, his brows furrowed.

"No kill notification? What's going on!"

A bone-chilling cold crept up Xiao Yun's spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He felt a great terror brewing within the remains of the Overlord of the Dead.

In the distance, in the core area behind the dead, the tower built by the living radiated a hazy light.

I sensed that something was appearing.

Without hesitation, Xiao Yun drew his sword and retreated.

But at that moment, the corpse beneath their feet suddenly raised its hand and grabbed the mithril sword.

Xiao Yun was startled and suddenly looked down.

A pair of gray eyes slowly opened and met her own gaze.

Those eyes contained an extremely pure death, a death so pure that even the Death Mentor who had killed Xiao Yun's incarnation did not possess such a purity.

However, such a pure death does not seem to evoke fear.

Xiao Yun even felt that the death before him was so beautiful and moving that he wanted to get closer, merge into it, and fall into that endless peace forever.

Clang!

The mithril sword trembled slightly, and a wisp of sword energy stung Xiao Yun's hand, pulling him back to his senses.

"This isn't a Dominator-level Undead!"

Xiao Yun's heart sank to the bottom, staring intently at the unknown creature before him.

The insect spread its wings to protect him, while the little dragon and the crow king surrounded him, their eyes full of vigilance.

The other party, however, was completely unaware, and simply stroked the blade of the mithril sword with his hand.

In those gray eyes, Xiao Yun actually saw... curiosity and anticipation?

Like a newborn baby, curiously observing the unfamiliar world.

"What...is this thing?"

Just as Xiao Yun was beginning to have doubts, he noticed that the other person seemed to have heard him and slowly raised their head to look at him.

"If I know this world well, even among wild beasts, calling each other 'thing' is an extremely rude act."

The other person spoke calmly and ethereally.

"You may call me the Son of Death."

Then, under Xiao Yun's incredulous gaze, the Son of Death slowly pulled the mithril sword from his body, held the blade, and handed it to Xiao Yun.

"Alright, here's your sword back. Thank you for showing me such a fine weapon. Now we're acquainted."

The Son of Death slowly curled into a smile, seemingly suppressing some emotion, and said in a trembling voice:

"So, my dear friend, let us embrace death!"