The leading black-clad assassin stared at Ling Feng, eyes filled with utter disbelief. "Impossible, impossible! I'm a Martial Saint!"
"How could anyone defeat me with a single punch?!"
"Who on earth are you?!"
The assassin looked at Ling Feng, his face full of shock and terror. Ling Feng, however, merely smiled back.
"That's a question you should be asking yourself."
"Who sent you here?"
As he spoke, an icy sword aura spread from his body, sealing off the surrounding space entirely. The assassins instantly felt a chill run down their spines.
At that moment, they felt as if the very air around them had turned into swords.
Slicing through their bodies.
It felt as if, in the next second, they would be torn to pieces!
What kind of sword aura was this?
How could it be so terrifying?!
"Everyone, attack together!"
One of the assassins shouted, preparing to make a final stand!
One among them, moving with incredible speed like a phantom, darted around Ling Feng, seemingly searching for the perfect opening to strike!
"My Shadow Steps are as fast as a ghost! Even a Martial Saint can't catch me—"
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Feng appeared before him.
The assassin's pupils contracted in fear.
Damn it!
How did he match my speed?!
Ling Feng smiled at him. "Jumping around like a monkey—why don't you just lie down?"
With a palm strike, a terrifying force of true energy erupted like a mountain.
The assassin had no power to resist.
With a booming sound, he was slammed to the ground, covered in blood, unable to move. Ling Feng struck again, moving so fast that his silhouette became a blur. In the blink of an eye, all the assassins lay defeated on the ground.
"A ghost! He must be a ghost!"
"It's impossible—how can he have such speed?"
The assassins stared at Ling Feng in horror.
Not far away, the Black Wind Fortress master, who had been watching the whole time, trembled with fear.
Oh my goodness...
How could this young man possess such power?!
This is simply unimaginable!
At this moment, Ling Feng looked in his direction, and the master of Black Wind Fortress shivered as if struck by lightning, then scrambled over to Ling Feng, crawling on his knees.
"Your power is astonishing, like a god! I knew these small fries couldn't be your match."
"Master, just say the word, and I'll tear these disrespectful fools to pieces!" The Black Wind Fortress master said with a flattering smile.
Just then—
Whoosh, whoosh...
Hearing the commotion, Splitting Sky Sword Saint and the others arrived.
Seeing the assassins lying on the ground, they immediately recognized their origin.
"They're... assassins from the Shura Organization!"
"So, the Shura Organization dares to target us? Speak—who's behind this?" Li Xinshu stepped forward and grabbed one assassin by the neck.
Splitting Sky Sword Saint approached Ling Feng and asked, "Are you alright?"
Ling Feng shook his head. "Yes, it's no problem."
The group marveled at Ling Feng's abilities.
"Shura assassins, known for never failing a target! They're rumored to have powerful poisons that even a Martial Saint would struggle against, yet today, they fell at Young Friend Ling's hands."
"Heh, they really hit a steel wall this time."
After some intense questioning, the Shura assassins still refused to reveal anything.
"As assassins, we have our own principles. We will never betray the identity of our employer!" the lead assassin said coldly, looking as if he would die honorably.
"Huh, seems you have some professional ethics."
Li Xinshu smirked, then took a pill from his storage ring, saying indifferently, "Do you know what this is?"
"A poison? Foolish! You think poison can intimidate us? We're not afraid of death; why would we fear that?" scoffed the assassin.
"No, no, no. This isn't poison. This is… the Super Invincible Elixir of Passion! It has an incredibly strong aphrodisiac effect!"
"And it works just as well on animals as on humans!"
"Imagine if I gave this to a bunch of boars and threw you into the pigpen with them. What do you think would happen?"
Li Xinshu chuckled darkly, looking eager to see the result.
Ling Feng and the others inhaled sharply upon hearing this.
My god!
This guy is twisted!
The black-clad assassin's face filled with terror.
If that happened, he'd rather die!
"I know you'll want to take your own lives, but do you think I'll give you the chance? I'll break all your limbs, seal off your energy, and leave you paralyzed, forcing you to watch as you're ravaged by a group of pigs!"
"Tsk tsk, I imagine you'd…"
"Stop, Stop! Don't say any more!" the assassin shouted in terror. "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! It was the Great Chu royal family who hired us!"
Hearing this, the group wasn't particularly surprised.
"Hmph, so it really is Great Chu! They're trying to weaken our forces before the Seven Nations Tournament even begins. How despicable!"
"They're only doing this because they fear us."
"At the Seven Nations Tournament, we'll make them pay!"
After the interrogation, Li Xinshu showed no mercy.
With a single punch, he killed the assassins one by one!
"Alright, everyone..."
As he was about to say something he noticed everyone standing far away from him.
"Wait, why are you all standing so far away from me?"
Li Xinshu dusted his hands off, preparing to speak with Ling Feng and the others, but noticed that they had all taken a few steps back, looking at him with disdain.
Even the notorious Black Wind Fortress Master, who prided himself on his wicked deeds, looked at him with terror, thinking, This is a true villain!
"Li, if we're ever outside, please don't mention you know me."
"The invincible fist... turns out it's really this twisted!"
They spoke in a calm tone.
Li Xinshu looked tearfully at them, thinking, I was only interrogating them!
All joking aside, after that night, they gained a new understanding of Great Chu's shamelessness. Leaving the Black Wind Fortress, they became even more cautious.
Who knew if their enemies would send more assassins?
A few days later...
The group caught sight of an enormous mountain in the distance.
The mountain pierced the sky like a giant sword embedded in the earth, with strong winds swirling around the peak.
Ordinary martial artists couldn't even get close to it.
"We've finally arrived!"
Sky Splitting Sword Saint smiled.
He drew his sword from his waist, and with a single slash, he split the powerful winds, creating a massive path, which the group then followed.
Passing through the winds, they reached the summit.
At the top were several pavilions surrounding a grand arena that seemed to exude an ancient and boundless aura.
Ling Feng took a closer look and noticed that the arena was reinforced with iron and stone, making it nearly indestructible!
Only an arena of this strength could serve as the battlefield for Martial Saints!
Under the guidance of Sky Splitting Sword Saint, they entered a pavilion to rest.
Suddenly—
Beyond the swirling winds, a burst of powerful energy erupted.
Boom!
The winds shattered!
A group of figures flew in, led by a man in a black robe who exuded a terrifying aura, comparable to that of Splitting Sky Sword Saint.
"Oh, the Martial Saints from Great Zhou. You all arrived quite early. I thought you might have died on the way," the black-robed man sneered with a sarcastic tone.