268 The greater the smoke and dust, the less damage it causes!
The title of Shadowblade, the number one assassin in the underworld, is not in vain. He is now only 15 feet away from Alice, but he has only glanced at Alice once from beginning to end.
Not a hint of lingering gaze, let alone revealing any trace of his presence.
He was acutely aware that for some individuals, an extended glance could raise suspicions, especially if murderous intent was present.
True assassins blend in like any other individual until the moment they strike. It's a swift and lethal move that doesn't allow the target any chance to react.
The Sword Spirit detected a demi-god-like presence nearby, likely due to its immense power.
However, it was unsure of this "demi-god's" intentions.
Attempting to assassinate Alice under its watch?
Such audacity seemed unlikely.
While Shadowblade concealed his aura, the Sword Spirit pretended to be oblivious, almost as if it were indulging in Shadowblade's act.
It probably grasped William's intentions: to avoid causing a scenethe busy downtown area.
Well, if not causing trouble meant waiting for the foe to strike first, so be it, right?
Little did Shadowblade expect that this Sword Spirit, apart from being sentient, could be so cunning.
Lucien and Tristan had been trailing Alice for a significant distance, engaging in sporadic small talk. Completely oblivious to the looming danger, Alice's driver finally pulled up in front of them.
Alice, ever the lady of refinement, said with a smile, even if she didn't particularly like Lucien and his company, "My ride is here. We'll chat again next time."
Neither Lucien nor Tristan would shamelessly follow Alice into her car, so they turned to leave.
Just as Alice was getting into the vehicle, Shadowblade's eyes narrowed. Now was the moment!
Originally just 15 feet from Alice, Shadowblade swiftly flicked his wrist, a small sword appearing in his grasp. He unleashed the Divine Realm's secret art, the "Void Travel Technique", materializing ghost-like behind Alice. A gleaming blade arced towards her neck.
Lucien and Tristan, having just moved a couple of steps away, were clueless about what had just transpired.
The next moment, a middle-aged man with a gaunt face and a small sword in hand fell slowly in front of Alice. He bore no wounds, his eyes wide in shock, seemingly unaware of how he met his end.
The power of a "demigod" originates from their demon soul. However, when compared to the Sword Spirit, their demon souls are far inferior. The Sword Spirit had already detected his presence and obliterated Shadowblade's demon soul in the very instant he made his move.
As Shadowblade's body fell, Lucien and Tristan slowly turned around. They stared down at the corpse, faces filled with bewilderment.
They hadn't even noticed when this man had approached!
As for how he died, they were clueless.
From the small sword he held, it was clear he was an assassin.
The mere thought of someone managing to approach Alice right under their noses was chilling.
What was even more terrifying was how he died.
They hadn't seen Alice make a move!
Having vanquished Shadowblade with a single blow, the Sword Spirit proudly boasted about its actions to Alice, describing how perilous the situation was and how it had saved her in the nick of time.
Still reeling from the shock, Alice glanced at the corpse before her and asked the Sword Spirit with a hint of confusion, "Didn't my master William seal you?"
"I don't know how, but the seals were all released!" the Sword Spirit exclaimed excitedly. "This person was of demi-god strength. My master, should we go and slaughter the town? These demigods dared to lay hands on you! Let's wipe them out!"
"Slaughter! Slaughter!"
The Sword Spirit was brimming with excitement. Had William unsealed all its powers just so it could accompany Alice in decimating the town?
A bunch of worthless "demigods" - annihilating them would be a matter of moments!
The sudden fall of a man in front of Alice would have surely unnerved her in the past. But having faced so much, she calmly told her driver, "Wait here for a bit; I have something to attend to." She then called Zoey, shared her location, and drove off, heading straight to William's residence.
If William has unsealed the Sword Spirit, he must already be aware of what has transpired here. Alice wanted to seek guidance from William on her next move. Was she really going to lay waste to the town?
Maplewood Town, where the moonlight faintly illuminates the scattered stars.
William leisurely strolled through the town, easily avoiding the soldiers guarding its outskirts.
This matter no longer required their involvement.
As soon as he set foot in the town, the entire area was sealed off by his barrier, ensuring no one could escape.
He had already issued a warning once, but these "demigods" just couldn't stay out of trouble!
Moreover, they had dared to target Alice.
Even his own apprentice, William's protege, wasn't off-limits to them!
Such "demigods" had no right to exist in this world anymore.
"You're still alive?" One of the "demigods" spotted William. He was aware that someone had been sent to kill William, but here he was, alive and stepping onto their turf. Wasn't this basically courting death?
With the shout of this "demigod", more people emerged on the streets.
Each of these "demigods", if set loose, could easily rival a small Soulmancer organization. However, in William's eyes, they were nothing more than slightly stronger ants.
A "demigod" lunged at William. To him, William appeared somewhat off, but it didn't matter,a novice Soulmancer was just that, easy to kill.
The "demigod" moved with blistering speed. In the blink of an eye, he was right before William, a sinister grin on his face. His right hand transformed into a claw, shadowy tendrils swirling around it, creating a terrifying ghostly claw that reached for William's neck.
"Splat!"
William didn't even bother raising his hand. He simply took another step forward. As the "demigod" came within a 1-foot radius of him, he exploded on the spot, vanishing like dissipating dust in an instant.
The surrounding "demigods" were all stunned.
They had initially believed that William was undoubtedly doomed, but the scene before them now made them question everything they thought they knew.
How did their companion die?
William kept walking forward, and this group of "demigods" finally realized that the man before them was no ordinary foe. They unleashed various secret techniques, aiming to obliterate William.
Over thirty "demigods" attacked simultaneously, causing the energy around them to become incredibly chaotic.
They were certain that even if William were a true deity, he would fall under their combined onslaught.
William showed no signs of defending himself. Countless attacks descended upon him, and within a 30-foot radius centered on him, fragments of stone erupted and dust filled the air.
"He should be dead by now, right?" One of the "demigods" peered into the rising dust, somewhat uncertain. At that moment, they realized that despite their potent sensing abilities, they couldn't detect William's presence.
Another "demigod" took a deep breath and said, "I've been watching anime recently, and I've learned about a certain law."
"What law?"
"The greater the smoke and dust, the less damage it causes!"
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