Blood Swear! Rules! . . .
Cha Eun Xiao, the Feng Monarch, had assumed complete control of the situation. He had orchestrated this turnaround entirely by himself, unaided by anyone else.
What he did next was beyond belief. It was nothing short of audacious, displaying an unwavering confidence that bordered on defiance. In the presence of thousands of assassins, he instructed Wan Zhenghao to place the 27 severed heads on an altar, a tribute to those who had perished defending Ling-Bao Hall that very night.
"Rise! For my brethren!"
"From this day forth, no one shall dare to oppress us!"
Cha Eun Xiao had declared that he sought to avenge the deaths of these 27 individuals on behalf of Ling-Bao Hall. However, his words came across as brash and overconfident in this critical moment, provoking mixed reactions among the assassins.
Nonetheless, the people of Ling-Bao Hall were overwhelmed with emotion. Liu Changjun, in particular, was on the verge of tears, and many others who had survived the battle openly wept. They swiftly placed the heads on the altar.
In the face of the cold and disdainful gazes of the assembled assassins, Cha Eun Xiao lit three sticks of incense and solemnly bowed in reverence to the fallen.
"To our departed brothers, I apologize for my tardiness. I brought you nothing but death," he lamented. "Brothers, I hope your spirits are still among us. Join us in a toast. I offer you the blood and heads of our enemies as a token of respect. The journey to heaven is a long one. Farewell!"
"At this very moment, in this place, I, Feng Zhiling, make an oath to the entire world!" Cha Eun Xiao drew his sword swiftly, and with a resounding "Shring!" he inflicted a deep gash on his hand, causing blood to flow copiously. Despite having navigated perilous situations unscathed, he now had a severe hand injury. Still, his countenance remained unchanged as he shouted, "Henceforth, anyone who dares to harm my brethren, Ling-Bao Hall will employ all our resources to hunt them down! Even if it requires the expenditure of billions, I will not allow the enemy to escape!"
His resolve was unyielding, and his demeanor was a blend of determination, solemnity, and sorrow. It left all the assassins deeply moved.
Feng Monarch was an exceptionally resolute individual. He had just made a blood oath before this assembly, as though he were establishing a new martial world decree. "Anyone who dares to cross paths with Ling-Bao Hall will be pursued, regardless of their rank or cultivation level. Whether you are the Number One Assassin or a Sky Origin Cultivator, a Cultivation Master, or anyone else, if you attempt to harm us, you are on our wanted list!"
"Those who oppose us shall receive no dan beads from us!"
"Those who oppose us shall be denied any resources from our stock!"
"Those who oppose us shall find that our wealth is the instrument of their doom!"
"Those who oppose us shall incur our everlasting enmity!"
Under the watchful eyes of all present, in the midst of the assassins' stunned expressions, Feng Monarch of Ling-Bao Hall, Cha Eun Xiao, had sworn a blood oath that echoed as a threat throughout the martial world.
Every individual in attendance listened, their countenances revealing various shades of discomfort, but they had no choice but to endure it. In truth, the scene was highly unusual.
At that moment, there were more than three thousand assassins gathered, with even more on their way to join the assembly. Each of them was a formidable killer in their own right. Surrounded by these skilled assassins, a tense stillness hung in the air, as if time itself had momentarily frozen.
Cha Eun Xiao, the Feng Monarch, and Wan Zhenghao were no longer on the defensive. Instead, they were conducting a solemn ceremony to honor their fallen brethren. What was even more audacious was Cha Eun Xiao's direct threat to every assassin across the world!
Yet, not a single assassin dared to utter a word of protest, not even Boundless Saint himself, who remained completely motionless.
This was the magic of money, a force that could sway even the most resolute individuals, whether they be common men or formidable warriors. The assassins, who were driven by monetary gain, were particularly susceptible to the lure of wealth.
"Our wealth is the power that condemns them to death!" Cha Eun Xiao's proclamation was straightforward and unambiguous. It signified his unwavering determination to sacrifice everything in the pursuit of vengeance, making it all the more menacing.
As more assassins arrived on the scene, their initial intentions to kill Feng Zhiling were swiftly replaced by astonishment. They found themselves perplexed as they encountered a bizarre tableau where everyone remained immobile.
"Why are they all just standing there? Have they been struck by some vital pressure points?"
"Isn't that Feng Monarch? Why is no one making a move? What's going on?"
"Why are there so many lifeless bodies littered about, and a river of blood flowing? Those are all assassins, aren't they?"
"What in the world has led to such a catastrophe? Is Ling-Bao Hall truly this formidable? Have they become so powerful that no assassin dares to advance?"
The newly arrived assassins observed the eerie and grisly scene, puzzled and disconcerted. They sought answers from those who had been there before them, engaging in whispered conversations.
Gradually, the truth of the situation became apparent to them. Their eyes widened, their jaws dropped, and they inhaled sharply.
The six-billion-bounty on Feng Monarch's head? It had become a mockery, a trivial matter in comparison!
Ling-Bao Hall was now offering a reward that dwarfed the heavens themselves. It was a shock that reverberated deeply within their souls.
In Cha Eun Xiao's mind, the message was clear: "You sought to kill me with money? Very well, then. I accept your challenge, and I will smite you to oblivion with my wealth!"