Outside Stresall, the trees cast a swaying shadow.
Two figures, one male and one female, shuttle through the dense forest. Their steps seem slow, but each stride covers several meters.
It’s Quentin and Eileen.
“Eileen, is this the place?” Quentin raised his head and glanced ahead, where a small hill appeared within his line of sight.
“That’s right.”
“This kind of place also fits the style of Myriad.” There was a hint of disdain and contempt in Quentin’s tone.
With a stomp of his foot, his slender figure had already appeared on top of the small hill.
Eileen quickly caught up and shouted, “Fries from Myriad, come out now!”
Silence all around.
Quentin’s eyebrows furrowed, then he smirked, stomping his foot. In an instant, countless cracks spread from under his feet, causing the entire small mountain to tremble violently…
“Outrageous!”
“Who dares to cause trouble in my territory?”
For a moment, dozens of figures in black emerged all around, emanating a thick murderous aura as they closed in on Quentin and Eileen.
“Young man, I’m surprised that you’ve managed to track it here… But since you’re here, it’s a dead end for you.” A hunchbacked old man spoke hoarsely, bending over, “However, since you’re here, it’s a dead end for you.”
Quentin couldn’t be bothered, saying calmly, “Have you recently taken a job? You voluntarily disclosed the backer to me. Perhaps I will only clean up Myriad’s branch here.”
“Otherwise…”
“The entire country will no longer have a place for your Myriad!”
Upon hearing this, the others were stunned, then burst into arrogant laughter.
“Such audacity! Young man, you really don’t know your place!”
“Brash words!”
An elegant middle-aged man opened a folding fan, his eyes flashing with icy coldness, “No need to waste words with this kid, just kill them directly.”
“Attack-”
With his command, the black-clad assassins immediately swooped forward.
Blades were unsheathed in an instant, and many assassins surrounded Quentin and Eileen, pressing closer with increasing hostility!
The air was filled with killing intent. Over a hundred swords slashed towards them!
Quentin swept his sleeves, a fierce wind swirling. In an instant, numerous figures flew out, their chests shattered, their internal organs damaged, falling on the spot!
The next moment, he disappeared from where he stood, reappearing in front of an assassin, reaching out and snatching the assassin’s long sword.
The sword slashed, and cold, killing flashes shimmered in the air.
Sounds of severing heads echoed one after another, bloodied heads flying into the air.
He strolled through the crowd, seemingly at ease, but every swing of his blade reaped a large swath of lives!
Seeing this scene, all Myriad assassins turned pale, a deep sense of fear rising within them…
Too terrifying.
The elegant middle-aged and the hunchbacked old man, seeing this, turned even more terrifyingly pale. They locked eyes and the hunchbacked old man said, “Let’s team up and kill this kid!”
“Good!”
The two dashed forward like arrows, flying towards Quentin, hands as fast as lightning, bringing a sharp and piercing sound of tearing through the air.
Quentin glanced at them, and with a swing of his sword, the two let out a wail, all their limbs severed!
They lay on the ground, howling in pain…
“Crack-” Quentin’s foot crushed the hunchbacked old man’s face, his voice cold, “Speak, who placed the recent order?”
The hunchbacked old man glared and roared, “Even if you kill me, I won’t betray Myriad…”
Quentin’s foot shattered his skull.
His eyes widened, filled with disbelief and intense unwillingness…
The elegant middle-aged man trembled, feeling a bone-chilling fear from the young man. The old man was the head of the branch, a mighty Profound Realm expert, yet he had no power to resist against this young man!
“Who… who are you?” The elegant middle-aged man’s eyes widened, trembling as he asked.
“Quentin.” Quentin narrowed his eyes and said calmly, “Of course, since you’re all doomed, I don’t mind telling you another name of mine…”
“Quincy Holland.”
Boom!
The moment everyone heard Quentin’s words, their bodies trembled as if struck by lightning.
The elegant middle-aged man was petrified, “You… you are Quincy Holland, the Dragon Marshal?”