Which bastard dares to touch my family's child

In the valley, Shi Wanshan and the Netherworld avatar confronted each other coldly, the atmosphere tense and explosive.

"Hmph! Clowns of the Netherworld Palace, you dare come out and embarrass yourselves with just this little bit of skill?"

Shi Wanshan gave a sinister grin. Without another word, his figure moved, shooting out like a cannonball to launch a berserk offensive!

He swung his fists, bringing up a sky full of crimson fist shadows. Every punch contained the terrifying power to shatter mountains and crack the earth, smashing toward the Netherworld avatar without any flashy tricks!

The Netherworld avatar's footwork was erratic, like a ghost. The short blade in its hand traced tricky and bizarre trajectories, while death aura condensed into various vicious curses, attempting to entangle and erode Shi Wanshan.

Its attacks focused more on eeriness and infiltration rather than head-on clashes.

However, Shi Wanshan didn't buy this at all! His vast vitality and blood aura burned like a furnace, incredibly masculine and unyielding. His power was absolutely domineering, completely adopting the fighting style of overcoming ten thousand techniques with absolute strength!

No matter your thousand tricks or ten thousand curses, I shall break them all with a single punch!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Deafening roars echoed endlessly! The Netherworld avatar was beaten into a steady retreat. All of its bizarre attacks seemed pale and powerless before Shi Wanshan's absolute strength and berserk onslaught!

"Alright, the play is about over. It's time to withdraw."

Just as the Netherworld avatar was about to retreat, no one noticed that behind a layer of clouds higher up, a shadow that had almost merged with the void was coldly watching the battle below.

It was the true assassin sent by the Glazed Holy Land—Elder Ying!

His gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, instantly seeing through Shi Wanshan's actual strength.

"Hmph, so he's just a mid-stage Saint Realm body cultivator relying on brute vitality. The trash from the Netherworld Palace can't even take down a character like this, forcing this old man to act personally."

Elder Ying felt disdain in his heart, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He quickly took out a specially made standard black robe of the Netherworld Palace and put it on. His aura instantly transformed, simulating pure Netherworld death aura. From the outside, he looked almost identical to the Netherworld assassin currently engaged in combat!

"The timing is perfect!"

He waited for the exact moment when Shi Wanshan blasted back the Netherworld avatar with a punch—that tiny gap when his old strength was spent and new strength had yet to be born. His figure silently vanished like a ghost.

The next moment, as if stepping directly out of nothingness, he abruptly appeared behind and to the side of Xiao Ruobai and the other three! His speed was pushed to the extreme, far surpassing the previous Netherworld avatar!

A black short dagger entwined with dense death aura, carrying the terrifying power of a peak-stage Saint, thrust silently toward the back of Xiao Ruobai's heart!

This strike was ruthless and tricky, the timing grasped to absolute perfection. It aimed for a one-hit kill while everyone's attention was drawn to the battle in front!

"What?! There's another one?!"

Shi Wanshan had just knocked back the Netherworld avatar before him when he suddenly felt that even more terrifying and concealed killing intent behind him, shocking him greatly!

He hadn't expected at all that besides this entangled Netherworld assassin, there was a second Saint hidden away, and his strength far exceeded the one before him!

The Netherworld avatar was also stunned. I didn't send out any other assassins, did I?

Could this person be disguised as someone from my Netherworld Palace?

"Damn it!"

But there was no time to think carefully now.

Xiao Ruobai, Ling Xi, and Fatty Wang also felt that bone-chilling aura of death right at hand. But the opponent was too fast and the gap in strength was too vast; they simply had no time to mount an effective response!

Fang Hanyu only felt a chill down his spine, his entire body's blood seemingly freezing as the shadow of death instantly enveloped him!

The observing cultivators in the distance were even more frightened out of their wits!

"A... a second one?! The Netherworld Palace actually sent out a second Saint assassin?!"

Among the cultivators watching from afar, someone screamed involuntarily, their voice distorted and out of pitch due to extreme shock!

The entire spectator area seemed to be instantly frozen by invisible ice. The previous boiling excitement vanished in a flash, replaced by a bone-deep sense of fear and suffocation!

"No... that's not right! This aura... this pressure... it's far more terrifying than the last one! They aren't on the same level at all!"

A knowledgeable old cultivator turned pale as paper, his lips trembling, his eyes filled with unbelievable horror.

"Peak... Peak Saint Realm?! To kill a few juniors in the Heaven and Human Realm, the Netherworld Palace actually mobilized a peak Saint assassin?! How is this possible?!"

"Crazy! The Netherworld Palace has gone completely crazy!"

An elder from another major sect muttered in a daze.

"An early-stage Saint assassin might still be understood as executing a mission... but deploying a peak Saint?! Such an existence is the stabilizing pillar of any faction, their ultimate foundation! Just to assassinate a few young geniuses? The price is too great! It completely defies common sense!"

"Unless... unless the interests or secrets involving those four young people are so massive that it's enough for the Netherworld Palace to not hesitate to use a peak Saint to obtain or destroy them?!"

Someone thought of a more terrifying possibility, their voice trembling.

Completely different from the mentality of "shock mixed with enjoying the show" when they first saw the Netherworld Palace avatar appear, this time, the hearts of all the observing cultivators were shrouded in a tremendous sense of absurdity and fear.

Deploying a peak Saint for an assassination had already exceeded the scope of "executing a mission." It was more like a crazy act that disregarded all costs and consequences!

This completely overturned their understanding of the Netherworld Palace's behavioral style and risk assessment!

"Quick... retreat! Retreat further! The aftershocks of a peak Saint clash can destroy our bodies and souls!"

Panic began to spread, and the crowd frantically retreated backward, terrified of being caught in the impending, higher-level holy war.

"Record it! Quickly record all of this! The Netherworld Palace deployed a peak Saint to assassinate prodigies! This is a massive event capable of shaking the entire Eastern Region and even the Xuanhuang World!"

There were still fearless scouts desperately using various methods to record the information, but their hands were also trembling violently.

The entire scene, due to the appearance of the second "Netherworld Palace assassin" and the terrifying strength he displayed, fell into an extremely oppressive and horrific dead silence.

Everyone had a premonition that a holy war far surpassing the previous one, truly capable of destroying heaven and earth, was about to break out!

And they were witnessing the beginning of a massive storm that could change the power dynamics of the Eastern Region!

In the valley, the black dagger of Elder Ying's disguise, carrying a death aura that extinguished everything, had already reached the back of Xiao Ruobai's heart!

Just at the critical moment when Elder Ying's black dagger, containing the full-force strike of a peak Saint and tearing through the void, was about to pierce into Xiao Ruobai's back—

"Motherfucker! Which bastard turtle-son dares to touch my family's kid?! Get the hell—lost!!!"

A roar like the explosion of a nine-heavens thunderbolt, containing endless fury and wild dominance, abruptly exploded from deep within the extreme heights of the clouds!

This voice was so berserk that even space violently vibrated because of it. The sound waves were like a tangible heavy hammer, ruthlessly smashing toward that fatal black dagger!