Chapter 1 A Thief's Swift Strikes

Two dual-wielding swordsmen rushed towards the Mandrill Serpent, leaping forward and slashing at its body with their swords. A series of damage numbers exceeding two thousand immediately floated above the serpent's head.

What fast attack speed!

The Mandrill Serpent opened its bloody maw and lunged. The two swordsmen swiftly dodged to the side, leaping up again and unleashing another series of skills.

Nie Yan was inwardly shocked. The Demonkin Tribe's classes were truly formidable. In terms of class skills and talents, both the Swordfiends and Dualblades had their own unique strengths. A head-on conflict with them would be daunting due to their high attack power. However, Nie Yan was a Thief. If he launched a sneak attack, the Swordfiends and Dualblades, with their low defense and health, would be at a disadvantage.

"God King ordered us to gather more Crimsonheart Grass while we're on the surface," a Swordfiend in dark red leather armor said to Yougui.

"Where are we supposed to find that? We're not familiar with this place," Yougui said, annoyed.

People from Gods. Hearing their words, Nie Yan felt a chill in his heart. He knew a bit about the underworld. In the Demonkin Tribe, there was a behemoth-like guild called Gods Tribe. This guild was very mysterious and had always developed quietly. They weren't large in number, only a little over a hundred thousand, but they supposedly had many experts. God King rarely appeared in public view, but he had high prestige in the Demonkin Tribe. In his past life, at its peak, Gods Tribe had over six hundred Silverwings.

Nie Yan played with the Zannard Sword in his hand. Since Yougui and the others had appeared on his turf, they should be prepared to die. He couldn't let them go since they were after his Death God's Edge. After a moment of consideration, he activated the data concealment effect of the Shadow Walker's Robe, put away the Zannard Sword, and replaced it with a dagger.

This way, even if he killed Yougui and the others, they wouldn't know who did it.

With Angel Corps and Century Financial Group as his current enemies, he didn't want to make too many more.

Locking his gaze on Yougui among the Swordfiends, Nie Yan suddenly made his move.

Yougui and the others were preparing to attack the Mandrill Serpent. Just as the three of them were about to move, a figure appeared behind them.

Yougui suddenly felt that something was wrong behind him. His heart tightened, and he was about to counterattack, but his body was already unable to move, completely frozen.

What's going on?

A cold light flashed before his eyes. Before he could make any move, a dagger appeared at his throat and slashed fiercely.

With a *splurt*, blood splattered.

Yougui's health instantly bottomed out, and he fell to the ground.

Nie Yan smiled faintly. Although the Silverwing Swordfiend was only second to a top-tier class, he was still vulnerable to him. The Demonkin Tribe sacrificed defense and health for the sake of attack. A Swordfiend wasn't much more durable than a human Thief. If he caught them off guard, he could kill them with a single blow.

After killing Yougui, Nie Yan immediately entered stealth.

"Crap, there's a Thief!"

"Yougui is dead!"

"So fast!"

When the two Swordfiends turned their heads, they only saw a figure flash past. They didn't even have time to see who it was. Yougui's corpse lay quietly on the ground.

A Silverwing Swordfiend, just like that, was killed. Who exactly was that person?

A chill rose in their hearts. Before they could use a detection skill to locate Nie Yan, they heard a scream from behind. They looked towards the two Dualblades and saw that one of them was already dead. The other was retreating while being chased by the Mandrill Serpent. With such a terrifying Thief lurking nearby, he no longer had the will to fight and kept dodging the Mandrill Serpent's attacks.

The two Silverwings fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The remaining three people suddenly lost their bearings. A deep sense of fear welled up from the bottom of their hearts. Five people had come here, and two had died in the blink of an eye. So far, they didn't even know who the opponent was. This was the first time they had encountered such a situation. In the underworld, they had never encountered such an expert.

"What do we do?"

"Run!"

"Random teleport!"

Before coming to the surface, they had each equipped a large number of random teleport scrolls. They came in handy at this moment. The three immediately took out the scrolls. Just as they were about to crush them, another scream came. The remaining Dualblade was stabbed in the back of the head by a cold light.

After stunning the Dualblade, Nie Yan used a Spine Break and sent him flying.

Having dealt with everything, Nie Yan turned around and saw that the two Swordfiends had already used the random teleport scrolls and escaped.

As long as he killed Yougui, the others shouldn't know the location of the Death God's Edge. There was no need to continue chasing them.

The nearby Mandrill Serpent noticed that the people attacking it were all dead, and only Nie Yan was left. It rushed towards him.

Nie Yan switched to the Zannard Sword, his figure flashed, and he appeared at the side of the Mandrill Serpent. The Zannard Sword pierced through the serpent's jaw with a *thud*, followed by a violent slash.

The Mandrill Serpent struggled madly. Nie Yan dodged quickly, and with a series of elbow strikes and slashes, the serpent was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, and fell weakly to the ground.

He picked up the items on the ground, which were a few pieces of Demonkin Tribe equipment. They were of no use to Nie Yan. Giving them to an enchanter would allow them to be broken down into some good materials. Thinking of this, he threw the items into his backpack.

Nie Yan didn't know how many people had accepted the quest to find the Death God's Edge. He would have to be vigilant for the next period of time.

Next, he was going to the Satreen Empire. He wondered how Angellic Bully and Cao Xu would welcome him. A strange smile appeared on the corner of Nie Yan's mouth.

He used a return scroll and went back to the city.

Demonkin Tribe, Abyss of Darkness. This place was located inside the abyss, and all the buildings were artificially carved into the rock walls. A sliver of light shone down from above, making it very dim. However, the streets here were very lively. The residents here all had strong dark vision, and the darkness was not an obstacle for them at all.

Yougui and the others revived from the graveyard and teleported back to the Gods Tribe's main fortress, walking into the guild headquarters.

In the central hall of the guild headquarters, a person wearing a black robe was sitting in the chair in front of the hall. He had a pair of wings on his back. Unlike ordinary players, his wings were not silver-white, but golden. The white patterns on the robe clearly indicated his identity: a Dark Priest.

"Why are you back?" the Dark Priest asked.

"God King, we were ambushed by a Thief and killed," Yougui said, feeling very depressed. This matter was really embarrassing for them.

"You weren't a party of five?" God King was a little incredulous. Yougui and his group couldn't even handle a Thief.

"Three of us were killed by the Thief. Only Silver and Butcher managed to escape using random teleport scrolls."

"Who was the opponent?" God King frowned. He knew the skills of Yougui and his group. They could at least rank in the top fifty in the guild, with the strongest Yougui ranking fifth. That was why he was confident in letting them pass through the underground passage to the surface.

"I don't know. The other party concealed his name," Yougui said with a mournful face. This was the most embarrassing thing. They were killed and didn't even know who the other party was. They didn't see the other party's face, or even record a video. It would definitely be a laughing stock if they told others.

After hearing Yougui's words, God King was lost in thought. In the Glimmering Empire, there were definitely no more than five Thieves who could play Yougui and the others so badly, and the top-tier Thieves were none other than those from the Nirvana Guild.

And the one who could kill Yougui and the others, so that they couldn't even see his face, was most likely, Mad Rogue Nie Yan!

"Mad Rogue Nie Yan, truly a terrifying opponent," God King said inwardly. He estimated that even if he used a single-target forbidden spell against Mad Rogue Nie Yan, his chances of winning wouldn't exceed fifty percent.

"Boss, I suspect that Thief is..."

Yougui was about to speak, but was interrupted by God King waving his hand.

God King said, "You guys can go. Honestly follow the team to level up, don't think about going to the surface anymore." Mad Rogue Nie Yan concealed his name and information, his meaning was very clear. He didn't want to become enemies with the Gods Tribe. God King was a smart man. Nirvana Guild was already a hegemon in the Glimmering Empire, and there was no benefit in provoking them.

"Understood." Yougui looked at God King's expression in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Nie Yan spent over a hundred gold coins to teleport back to Okoron City, and prepared some consumables at the various shops.

Since Nie Yan spent over 50 million gold coins to upgrade Okoron City to a high-level city, the commerce here had become increasingly prosperous. Many NPC tribes had opened shops in Okoron City, supplying all kinds of high-end consumables. More and more players were coming here. Okoron City's land had already been sold out, and a large number of shops had been opened. Unlike other cities, Okoron City had various races such as humans, orcs, and elves, making it relatively mixed.

Nie Yan walked towards the Okoron City branch of the Starry Night Pharmacy, preparing to get some potions. On the way, Guo Huai sent another message. Smiling Nothings had just completed an advancement quest and become a War Dancer, which made Nie Yan feel very magical.

War Dancer, like Saint Dancer, was a special title above ordinary Shadow Dancer, and was an advancement title of ordinary Shadow Dancer.

Nie Yan had obtained the Saint Dancer title before Smiling Nothings, and for Smiling Nothings himself, history had already deviated from its course. However, with loss comes gain. Having lost a Saint Dancer title, he had gained a War Dancer title. In this way, Nie Yan couldn't help but sigh that fate was really difficult to grasp.