King of Assassins

There is also a spiritual connection among this group of giant octopus monsters, forming a vast spiritual network that spans the Star River.

Even more terrifying is that there is a stronger presence among these giant octopus monsters.

The terminal connected by the vast spiritual network extends directly into the depths of the Abyss.

Judging by the state of these monsters, Gao Xuan estimates that the opponent is at least at the Celestial Immortal Level. Perhaps even stronger.

Of course, given the opponent’s unique nature of power, once they leave the Abyss, they will be subject to many limitations. If it comes to a fight, Gao Xuan may not be afraid of them.

Right now, the goal is to rescue Yun Qingshang; resorting to brute force is definitely not an option...

Thinking of this, his heart sank somewhat.

Defeating this creature is not difficult, but the hard part is rescuing the Human Race. Even if ignoring the Human Race, Yun Qingshang still needs to be saved.

Gao Xuan faintly senses Yun Qingshang’s condition; her Divine Soul is muddled, as if trapped in a nightmare, having completely lost her original memory.

It is evident that Yun Qingshang has also been controlled by the monster.

Fortunately, Yun Qingshang is still alive and hasn’t completely corrupted. There is still an opportunity to rescue her.

But, how should one go about rescuing her?

Gao Xuan pondered for a long time; these giant octopus monsters are in a symbiotic state with everyone in the Star System.

Forcefully killing the octopus monsters is not feasible; the only way is to enter this world and first awaken Yun Qingshang’s sealed memories and consciousness, then sever her spiritual connection with the octopus monsters.

This way, Yun Qingshang can be taken away.

As for the other members of the Human Race, Gao Xuan hasn’t figured out how to handle them yet. For the Human Race, the octopus monsters can actually be considered as parasites. They absorb the Human Race’s spiritual power, while also providing a certain level of protection to the Human Race.

After all, monsters must cherish their food and ensure its cyclical production to enjoy the food for a long time.

From Gao Xuan’s perspective, octopus monsters are gentler compared to a tyrant ruler. The Human Race is almost unaware of the monsters’ existence.

The only problem is the current survival situation of the Human Race is not very good, and their spiritual consciousness can easily be influenced by the octopus monsters, becoming agitated and peculiar.

However, without the presence of octopus monsters, many humans would still be equally agitated and peculiar.

"Brother, hold on, I’m coming to save you..." Gao Xuan murmured a bit, after scanning Xianyang Star and locking onto a target, a wisp of Divine Soul projection penetrated the monster’s spiritual barrier and descended onto Xianyang Star.

...

In the dimly lit room, it was filled with the smoke from cheap tobacco and the intense smell of sweat.

The room wasn’t spacious; in between two rows of sofas was a coffee table, with an ashtray on top displaying a few unextinguished cigarette butts glowing dim red, and beside the ashtray were four stinky big feet.

Upon opening his eyes, Gao Xuan’s gaze instinctively fell on those four big feet. The stench emanating from those feet was almost eye-watering. Literally, tears were about to flow from his eyes due to those four feet.

Tracing upwards from the four feet, two burly men sat on the opposite sofa.

Both men looked very ugly, with bare upper bodies and casually rolled-up pants. Each of them bore scars, appearing to have wounds from knives, guns, and even burn marks.

The two men had two handguns tucked in their waists, which appeared to be standard gunpowder pistols. They had daggers on their thighs, and a few gunpowder grenades were scattered on the coffee table.

Judging from their appearance, they were clearly not good people.

Turning his gaze, Gao Xuan saw a girl in a white dress in the corner of the room. The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen, and although she was pretty and cute, her hair was greasy, sticking to her sweat-covered little face, and her dress was all crumpled. She was curled up in the corner with her arms wrapped around her chest, forming a ball.

From the looks of it, the girl seemed asleep, her breathing was relatively steady, but her little face was furrowed tightly, even in sleep appearing tense.

The girl was not tied up by hands and feet, but just by judging her attire and expression, it could be deduced that she wasn’t in cahoots with the group.

This dilapidated cramped room had no air conditioning, and with the door and windows shut, the summer humidity made the room stiflingly hot. With so many people in it, the room felt like a steamer.

Gao Xuan took a gentle breath; although he preferred not to breathe, the body required oxygen.

A burly man opposite seemed to have heard the noise; he opened his eyes and took a glance at Gao Xuan, his gaze fierce and unfriendly.

Gao Xuan didn’t pay attention to the burly man and got up to stand.

The burly man’s eyes opened wide as he coldly asked, "What are you doing?"

Using standard Alliance language, albeit with a bit of an accent. This era experienced technological fragmentation and cultural disruption, but the language and writing were passed down.

"Too hot, going to wash my face," Gao Xuan casually replied.

The burly man sized up Gao Xuan: "Touch that girl with a finger, and I’ll twist your head off."

Gao Xuan ignored the man’s threat and proceeded to the bathroom.

The cramped bathroom had a terrible smell, with only an old-fashioned exhaust fan buzzing away.

Gao Xuan filled the sink with water, and dunked his head into it, cooling off considerably.

After soaking for two minutes, Gao Xuan rose and wiped his face. There was a mirror above the sink, covered in water stains but still clearly reflecting his appearance.

This body looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with disheveled long hair, regular features but narrow eyes, giving off a somewhat gloomy look.

He was tall, with quite some muscle, the physique was decent, especially compared to ordinary people.

Taking advantage of this moment, Gao Xuan sorted out the memories of this body; he went by the nickname Little Dog, with no real name.

In his kind of background, growing up as one of the kids mixing on the streets, he never had a formal name and didn’t even know who his father was.