Chapter Sixty-Eight: Shattered by the Blow

After leaving the monster farming team, Zhang Shan quietly made his way toward the map’s entrance. Before long, he spotted several members of the Heaven and Earth Guild, hacking away at monsters with all their might. But Zhang Shan left them alone for now—just a handful, not worth alarming them yet. He’d wait until he found Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer.

He searched patiently for more than twenty minutes before finally spotting Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer. A group of over thirty people were scattered, fighting skeleton soldiers. Zhang Shan observed from a distance; his field of vision was broader than others, so whenever someone drew near, he slipped away. Thus, despite lurking nearby for so long, the Heaven and Earth Guild members hadn’t noticed him.

He chuckled to himself—catch the ringleader first, then deal with the rest. Target locked, Zhang Shan moved swiftly.

A guild member glanced at him and said, “Don’t all crowd over here! Spread out and farm, if we all gather, there won’t be enough monsters. What the—wait, he’s not one of us?”

As Zhang Shan closed in on Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer, he was discovered. There were too many people clustered in this area—no way to sneak past unnoticed. The guild members even mistook him for one of their own.

Bang! One shot took down the unsuspecting fool. Instantly, chaos erupted in the Heaven and Earth Guild.

“Damn, the Six-Barreled Bodhisattva is back! Everyone, rally to the boss, take him down together!”

Zhang Shan charged headlong toward Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer, mowing down anyone who dared block his path. In truth, few dared stand in his way—no one wanted to lose a level’s worth of experience.

By the time Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer realized what was happening, Zhang Shan was already close. Entering attack range, he unleashed his bullets without hesitation, dealing damage rapidly. Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer was well-equipped now, and as a strength-based class, he had plenty of health. It took four shots to bring him down—his HP must be at least twelve thousand, tough indeed.

Yet it was all for naught. Zhang Shan not only struck hard, but his attack speed was swift. Before Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer could escape his range, he fell unwillingly to the ground.

“Damn you, Six-Barreled Bodhisattva! Are you ever going to stop?”

“Everyone, come over! He’s got a red name now, kill him and loot all his gear!”

Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer lay on the ground, calling out incessantly. Zhang Shan had no time to argue with the dead; he kept moving, always maintaining distance from the Heaven and Earth Guild, never letting anyone get close enough to attack him.

Now Zhang Shan was like a monster farmer, chasing down and knocking out one after another—the only difference was, people tried to flee, while monsters charged forward and never ran. When he saw a few gathering together, Zhang Shan quickly struck, scattering them before they could regroup. He gave them no chance to cluster; it was easier to pick them off when dispersed. If they all banded together, he’d have no way to deal with them.

Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer continued to call for support to revive him, but with Zhang Shan nearby, no one dared approach. Dozens had already been knocked out by Zhang Shan and were losing hope; the whole guild had only a handful of resurrection skills. With their long cooldowns, even if Zhang Shan left, it was unlikely they’d be revived soon. One by one, they chose to return to town to resurrect.

From afar, Zhang Shan glanced at the fallen Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer. Forget it, he wouldn’t corpse-camp—time to hunt the others, and he wouldn’t stop until they were broken.

He couldn’t do it all alone; if he guarded the corpse, he couldn’t chase the others, and if he pursued them, Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer might be revived by support, losing only face and no experience. For someone like him, reputation mattered most. Zhang Shan humiliated them time and again—he must be fuming by now.

But who cared? When they hacked others, didn’t their victims get angry as well? Do not impose on others what you yourself would not accept. Those who stir up trouble daily should have expected a day like this; if not Zhang Shan, surely someone else would have come.

At this moment, Zhang Shan was a madman, his name blood-red, hunting Heaven and Earth Guild members across the map. Whether he knew them or not, those who didn’t want to die could either return to town or quit the guild. Anyone daring to stay was knocked out without mercy.

As more and more people fell to Zhang Shan, they revived one after another in Yingtian City. The city’s regional channel was ablaze.

“Wow, looks like a lot of Heaven and Earth Guild members got sent back to town. Did they try to take on a big boss and get wiped?”

“Not sure. The bounty on ‘Follow My Heart’ has been canceled, so probably not killed by players?”

“Anyone got any inside info?”

“Hey, Heaven and Earth Guild, say something!”

“They’re too embarrassed to talk. Look at them today—meek as grandsons, nothing like their arrogance a couple days ago.”

“If they don’t dare speak, maybe they really were killed and sent back.”

“Wonder which hero did it—no bounty, yet someone cleaned up those trash.”

Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer still lay on the ground, unwilling to return to town and lose a level’s experience, but their guild had no support skills ready. Either he’d have to die and return, or teleport back himself—no one could revive him for now. Overwhelmed with anger, Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer finally couldn’t take it anymore and chose to respawn in town.

World Channel:

“Six-Barreled Bodhisattva, don’t get too cocky. Just because you’ve got a divine weapon and superior gear, you think you can slaughter people at will. One day, you’ll be beaten like a dog. Storm Guild, I won’t let this go.”

“A Giant Watermelon here, just a heartless bystander. Can someone explain what happened?”

“What else? Those Heaven and Earth fools got slaughtered.”

“Haha, Dragon Slayer, you keep saying you won’t let it go—haven’t you said that eight hundred times already? Try something new.”

“Serves you right.”

“I’m from Yingtian City—haha, I was just wondering which hero sent those Heaven and Earth mutts back to town. Turns out it was the divine weapon master. Awesome!”

“Holy hell—one person? Wiped out the whole Heaven and Earth Guild?”

“Looks like it—didn’t see any other Storm Guild members.”

“The divine weapon master is terrifying. I wish I had a divine weapon myself.”

“Keep striving, kid. You’ll get one someday.”

“In dreams, everything’s possible.”

Zhang Shan ignored Heaven and Earth Dragon Slayer’s ranting—he’d fight whoever crossed his path, and if he ever met someone he couldn’t beat, he’d just run. If he couldn’t escape, worst case, he’d die once.

It’s just a game—lose some time, and you’ll level up again. It’s not like you die for real.

He searched all around the map’s entrance but found no more Heaven and Earth Guild members. By now, his name was deep purple, his infamy score over a thousand—he must’ve knocked out more than a hundred people?

He hadn’t kept count, but it was a lot. How long would it take to clear his name?

Forget it, time to farm red-name mobs and hope to wash off the infamy quickly. Otherwise, if Storm Guild needed him, he couldn’t return—he’d be thrown straight into the black cell.