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Chapter 411 'People' Who Don't Belong to This Era

The desire for strength is an instinct ingrained in the genes of humankind in ancient times, developed to ensure the survival of the race.

Not to mention that the current 'Island of Immortality' is a dangerous forbidden zone for humans that is out in the open.

Therefore, it wasn't just Liu Ma and others who had this idea; many trainees also had similar thoughts.

After all, in their eyes, a powerful figure like Tiandao, who could completely conquer the occupied territories, was undoubtedly a reliable ally in this unfamiliar environment.

Hugging someone's coattails isn't shameful.

Therefore, when everyone arrived at the beach, they tacitly moved towards the area where Tiandao and Caroline were located.

As a result, the originally scattered groups on the beach unknowingly formed a semicircle centered on the Heavenly Dao.

Before the group on the beach could decide on their next exploration plan, the vines at the end of the bluish-gray beach suddenly moved.

The deep purple vines in the jungle seemed to come alive, slowly parting to both sides to reveal a flattened path.

The road surface was covered with a thin layer of moss, indicating that people often walked on it.

Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the shadows of the jungle and slowly stepped onto the beach.

He was an elderly man with silver hair at his temples, and he was about sixty years old.

The old man was tall and straight, dressed in a well-tailored medieval tailcoat.

The black fabric was embroidered with fine silver thread patterns, which gleamed coldly in the dim light. A neatly tied pure white bow tie was tied at the collar, and even the black leather shoes were polished to a shine, with not a single grain of sand on the toes.

This exquisitely refined attire clashes with the wild and unpredictable environment of Changsheng Island, making it seem like a nobleman in an oil painting has wandered into the wilderness.

However, what's even more intriguing than these are the monocle on the old man's face and the cane in his hand.

The old man had fastened the monocle to his collar with a silver chain, and the lens reflected a faint light.

The cane in his hand is like a work of art, with a blooming white rose carved at the top and dark brown wood grain wrapped around the shaft.

These two 'antiques' that are almost extinct in the present era, combined with the old man's attire that is out of step with the times, make him exude a 'strange' sense of time and space displacement.

Perhaps they didn't sense any 'danger' from the other party, or perhaps they felt that with so many people present, an 'unarmed' old man couldn't possibly pose a threat to so many of their 'Star Envoys'.

A boy in a blue and white training uniform mustered his courage and stepped forward, asking curiously, "Grandpa, who are you?"

The old man did not respond to the male student who walked up to him; he simply raised his hand and pushed up the monocle on his nose.

His movements were so elegant, as if he were attending an afternoon tea party, that one could not sense any 'malice'.

But just as he finished making that move, a very thin black light suddenly appeared.

Its speed is so fast that its trajectory is completely invisible.

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No screaming, no struggle.

Before the boy could even react, a thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

The next second, his head rolled off his neck and slammed onto the gray sand with a 'thud'.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed headless corpse, splattering onto the surrounding sand.

The bluish-gray sand, saturated with blood, quickly turned into an eerie dark brown.

Meanwhile, the male student's head, which had landed on the sand, still had its eyes wide open, clearly indicating that it had never expected this to happen.

The sea breeze was still blowing, and the vines were still moving, but an endless silence instantly swept over the entire beach. More than two hundred students seemed to be frozen in place, completely stunned.

The anime's camera first focuses on the old man's expressionless face, and then begins to focus on the important 'characters' in the crowd one by one.

The first to appear was Tiandao, who faced the sudden appearance of the old man and his act of instantly killing a student with a wave of his hand.

Although the dimensional viewers couldn't see the look in Tendou's eyes hidden beneath his black eyeband, they could clearly see that his expression had become somewhat cold. Next to appear was Caroline.

Although she hadn't expected this to happen, she remained calm and immediately drew her weapon.

A 'data dart' that has clearly been modified and upgraded.

Then, the camera began to focus on other people.

Dust Star drew his sword expressionlessly, his movements swift and precise.

The sound of the scabbard and blade rubbing together broke the momentary silence.

Yagami Rin quietly took a half step back, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the crowd.

Liu Ma frowned and subconsciously activated his Star Source and Star Core, causing golden light to emanate from the bull horns on his head and his skin.

Isabel covered her mouth, her face pale, but she didn't make a sound.

Chen Kong stood there, his expression one of astonishment, his face deathly pale.

This wasn't the first time he had witnessed death, but seeing familiar people die so helplessly in front of him was a shock.

The impact and emotional experience it brings are far more brutal than what is described in books.

After a brief period of silence, the camera returned to the old man.

It was at this moment that the dimensional viewers finally understood what the black light that killed the first student really was.

Hidden among the rose petal patterns at the end of the cane is a black blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

The blade, stained with bright red blood, gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Under everyone's gaze, the old man's hand holding the cane twitched slightly.

The next second, the blood droplet clinging to the top of the rose-white jade was gracefully flicked away.

He then put down his cane.

With a light tap of the cane on the sand, it made a deep, resonant thud, as if striking the heart of some creature.

This sound brought everyone back to their senses instantly.

Facing the astonished crowd, the old man glanced down at the head that had rolled to his feet, its pupils filled with disbelief, his face expressionless.

It was as if he had just killed not a person, but merely broken a tree branch in his path.

Indifferent and without a shred of pity.

After a moment of silence, the old man finally spoke.

His voice was like bronze that had been soaked in ice water, carrying an inexplicable hoarseness from the passage of time.

"Longevity Island is not a place for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the vines in the distant jungle suddenly shook violently.

The next second, countless deep purple vines quickly spread along the path the old man had come from, reaching the beach.

In just a few breaths, a massive amount of vines wove a huge, airtight, dark purple net on the beach, completely blocking everyone's way back to the transport ship.

After trapping everyone, the old man spoke slowly again.

“You should not have come here, and you do not belong to this era.”

(End of this chapter)