Outside Kronborg Castle, Copenhagen's most famous tourist destination and the birthplace of the eternal classic "Hamlet".

  Kuya dust strode along the coastal embankment's small island.

  A dozen or so robust men wearing black windbreakers and carrying weapons at their waists stood far away in the green trees and flowers, looking at Gu Xiechen with malicious eyes. Occasionally, three to five ninjas wearing gray tight-fitting clothes would deliberately emerge from the tall grass, swiftly stepping on the tips of the grass and following Gu Xiechen from a distance before disappearing into the grass again.

  Ten minutes ago, Gu Xiandu received a call from an unfamiliar number at the hospital. The person on the other end told Gu Xiandu that Bella Adams' wife and child were in their hands, and if he wanted to save their lives, he had to go to Kerenburg Palace alone. The person warned Gu Xiandu that if he dared to play any tricks, they would kill Bella Adams' family with the most cruel means.

  Gu Xie dust resolutely went to the meeting with a single sword.

  Along a small path in the grass, Gu Xiang turned to the front of Krenburg Palace, where there was a large avenue surrounded by flowerbeds leading directly to the castle gate. Today, the sun is shining brightly, with good visibility, and you can see the towers, eaves, and windows of Krenburg Palace, with people's shadows flickering inside, occasionally even seeing the glint of cold weapons.

  In the porter's lodge outside the main entrance of Kronenburg Palace, several guards were lying on the ground in a disorderly manner, their necks bent at strange angles, clearly having been struck down with heavy blows.

  Instead of the guards standing at the gate, two young women dressed in pink kimonos, with beautiful and charming faces, stood there. Their faces were covered with white powder, with two dots of red powder on their foreheads, and their lips were painted with bright red color, which was a traditional ancient Japanese art makeup. Wearing high wooden clogs, the two women walked quietly to Gu Xuan's front, curtsied and said in soft voices, "Mr. Gu, please hand over all your weapons."

  The two three-story military daggers behind his waist, the two large-caliber handguns under his armpits, the two small-caliber revolvers tied to his legs, and the six flying knives stuffed in his boots were all swept out one by one by four soft hands on Gu Xiechen's body. In the end, the two small-type explosives hidden in Gu Xiechen's waistband and the soft sword in his waistband were also found. A woman giggled and made a slashing motion with the soft sword against the wind, but it didn't make a sound. She couldn't help but look at Gu Xiechen with joy and say, "Good sword!"

  He slapped the woman's face covered with white powder, Gu Xie lifted his boots in disgust and wiped off the white powder stuck to his palm on the sole.

  "You like it? I'll give it to you! Handmade goods from a traditional workshop are very valuable!"

  The white ash made the soles of their boots a snowy mess, and the faces of the two women twitched slightly as they retreated a few steps back, their eyes filled with a hint of resentment. One of the women had a soft sword wrapped around her waist, and in a gentle voice, she said, "Mr. Gu, please go inside, our master is waiting for you!"

  "Hmm!"

  He snorted softly and walked into the ancient castle's silently open gate with large strides.

  Just a few steps after entering, a miserable green knife light with a mournful ghostly howl shot out from the top of a tower in the distance. The knife light twisted and entwined in mid-air, and in an instant, it transformed into a demonic skull with three horns sprouting from its head, opening its mouth wide to devour everything below. Thick green mist spewed from the demon's seven orifices, and as it drew closer, the ancient castle grew colder, with dozens of whirlwinds as thick as human heads rising from the ground.

  "Hmmph!"

  Another cold snort, Gu Xie Chen slapped out a palm with his hand. Thirteen consecutive palms cut through the clouds and shot towards the devil's skull from all directions, the majestic palm energy shattered the water tank-sized skull into powder, and the green light dissipated in all directions, transforming into a sky full of green fireflies scattered between heaven and earth. The intense cold air in the ancient castle dispersed instantly, and the small whirlwind that had just taken shape disintegrated in an instant.

  Jizang Temple, wearing a black martial arts uniform with a large sword at his waist, roared as he jumped down from the pagoda tower. The sword energy was easily shattered by Gu Xiechen's light and effortless movement. Jizang Temple felt his face lose all its luster. With both hands raised high, he wielded the family heirloom Ghost Sword, unleashing a torrent of knife-sharp lights that descended like a waterfall from 100 meters above. All of Jizang Temple's vital energy was concentrated in this one sword strike, which was the strongest blow he had ever made in his life.

  The knife light was still dozens of meters away from Gu Xie Chen, but the sinister and eerie knife intent had already shaken the ground around him to a soft and muddy state. Moreover, a faintly visible dark and eerie aura emerged. Gu Xie Chen coldly smiled and suddenly sprang up, throwing a ferocious punch towards the Temple of Earth Storage.

  "Ksitigarbha Temple roared in anger, 'You killed Hui Zi, she was my most beloved...'"

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  A white aura burst forth from the Snowy Fist, colliding fiercely with the Phantom Blade. This was a clash between the Wishing Gloves and the Thousand-Year Secret Ghost Sword. Suddenly, a brilliant white light erupted from the Wishing Gloves. With a loud crash, the heavy scabbard of the Phantom Blade shattered, revealing the true form of the Phantom Blade within - a single, quivering, emerald-green ghostly bone that resembled a specter. This green skeletal structure was roughly shaped like a large knife, with countless crimson blood vessels writhing about it like worms, radiating an aura of malevolence that pierced the heavens.

  "Fist!" Gu Xie let out a loud shout, his right arm's dozen or so major acupoints bursting with rapidly swirling energy, as violent True Energy surged into his Right Venter.

  His fist strength surged several times, and the air wave brought about a terrifying explosion sound like a landslide and tsunami. The dense air waves rushed out in all directions, and the ancient castle gate behind Gu Xuan's body was reduced to dozens of fragments with a groan. The Earth Store Temple let out a terrified roar, but before he could explain what the Earth Store Temple Huizi meant to him, Xue Quan's divine fist had already shattered the true body of Huan Jingdao, and a heavy punch hit his chest.

  Heavy as a mountain yet sharp as a knife, Gu Xiechen's fist pierced through the body of Dizang Temple. The Snow Corpse Seal brought with it an aura of intense coldness that surged into Dizang Temple's Eight Extraordinary Meridians and muscles throughout his body, freezing him solid. Taking advantage of the momentum, he kicked off from Dizang Temple's body and flew up, Gu Xiechen shouted loudly, "You dare to invite me here yet you don't even dare to show your face?"

  With a disdainful glance, the easily defeated Jizō-ji Temple was still remembered by Kuya Dust from his time in Zurich, where this very Jizō-ji Temple had led a large group of ninjas to hunt him down for quite some time. Back then, he was nowhere near a match for Jizō-ji Temple, but now, with his current strength at the mid-level of Jupiter, Jizō-ji Temple wasn't even worthy of another glance from Kuya Dust.

  Jizō-ji spat up blood and flew backward, the two women in kimono standing at the entrance were shocked and rushed towards Jizō-ji who had frozen into an ice block.

  Two women's fingers had just touched the body of Ksitigarbha Temple, when the woman who was searching for the soft sword suddenly swung her hand, and the soft sword wrapped around her waist silently and stealthily stabbed at Ksitigarbha Temple's weak point like a poisonous snake. The other woman let out a tender cry, she pulled out two sharp three-toothed awls from her waist and fiercely stabbed them into Ksitigarbha Temple's eyebrow and Tianling.

  A loud and stern rebuke echoed within the ancient castle, "How dare you!"