The Chen family had been driven to desperation. To protect that enormous sum of money, had they sent a top-tier assassin to silence him?
No.
Something didn’t feel right.
Su Yu rejected the thought almost immediately.
No matter how foolish the Chen family was, they would never make a move at a time like this.
Nie Changkong was a Martial Emperor.
Killing a specially appointed elite freshman under his watch would be tantamount to slapping the entire Jingwu in the face.
So long as the Chen family hadn’t gone completely insane, they would never dare do such a thing.
If it wasn’t the Chen family, then who was it?
There wasn’t even the slightest breeze in the air.
Yet Su Yu’s Martial King–level spiritual power spread out like liquid mercury, seeping into every corner and clearly detecting something unusual in the shadows of the living room.
Beneath the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window less than eight meters to his left—
A particularly indistinct shadow was slowly writhing.
The shadow seemed to have merged completely with the darkness. It had no breathing, no heartbeat, and not even the slightest trace of blood-and-qi fluctuation escaped from it.
Its killing intent had been restrained to the absolute limit.
If Su Yu hadn’t just raised his spiritual power to the Martial King level, then any Grandmaster—or even an ordinary Martial Spirit—would have been completely incapable of detecting this level of stealth technique!
His opponent was an astonishingly professional assassin.
“Since you’re already here…”
“Why bother hiding?”
Su Yu’s calm voice rang out abruptly in the silent living room.
Within the shadows—
The writhing silhouette suddenly froze.
He’d been discovered?!
How was that possible?!
Shadow Blade’s heart instantly erupted into a storm of shock.
He was the Abyssal Cult’s trump-card assassin in the capital, a Grandmaster with a blood-and-qi value of six hundred thousand!
The stealth technique he cultivated was one of the cult’s most advanced secret arts.
Once activated, even a Martial Spirit with a million points of blood and qi might not be able to see through his whereabouts.
How could a freshman from Jiang City, one whose blood-and-qi value was only a thousand, possibly have detected him in advance?!
Shadow Blade held his breath and remained completely motionless.
Yet Su Yu’s gaze landed with uncanny precision on the patch of shadow where he was hiding.
Those transparent, fathomless eyes seemed to see through every disguise and pierce straight into his soul.
This wasn’t a bluff!
He really had been discovered!
Although Shadow Blade was shocked, he was, after all, a battle-hardened top-tier assassin.
Now that his whereabouts had been exposed, he would simply attack!
There was no need for pointless words or explanations!
Boom!
The shadows were torn apart in an instant.
A lean figure clad entirely in black combat attire shot out of the void like an arrow loosed from its string!
His speed was astonishingly fast!
A long black afterimage stretched through the air behind him.
At that moment, the terrifying explosive force of six hundred thousand points of blood and qi was displayed to the fullest.
Shadow Blade let out a cold snort.
In his hand was a specially crafted short dagger with a dull, ash-gray sheen.
Accompanied by a piercing shriek as it ripped through the air—
It thrust straight toward Su Yu’s throat!
So fast!
Su Yu’s pupils contracted slightly.
Those assassination skills, that explosive speed—
They had absolutely surpassed anyone he had encountered before.
That so-called prodigy, Chen Feng, wasn’t even fit to carry this assassin’s shoes.
Facing this lethal strike—
Su Yu neither retreated nor dodged.
Nor did he use the manifested spear intent that had just fused with his spiritual power.
He simply remained seated where he was.
Then he raised his right hand.
His index and middle fingers came together.
The Grand Void Tyrant Body activated in an instant!
Su Yu reached straight for the dagger radiating a deadly edge—and caught it between two fingers!
Clang—!
The crisp ring of metal striking metal thundered through the spacious living room.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The specially forged dagger, sharp enough to pierce high-grade alloys, was firmly trapped between Su Yu’s fingers.
It could not advance another inch!
Disbelief and horror flashed through Shadow Blade’s eyes.
He had caught the blade with his bare hand?!
And not just any blade, but the full-powered strike of a Grandmaster with six hundred thousand points of vitality?!
Yet his instincts as an assassin took over, and Shadow Blade reacted in an instant.
A bestial growl rumbled from his throat.
With a violent twist of his wrist, all six hundred thousand points of vitality erupted at once, transforming into an exceptionally sharp layer of protective astral energy that surged along the dagger’s edge and sliced directly at Su Yu’s fingers!
Shhk!
Su Yu felt the faintest sting in his fingers.
The incomparably sharp astral energy of a Grandmaster had actually cut through the surface of his Grand Void Tyrant Body!
A single drop of dark red crystalline blood, thick and viscous like liquid mercury, slowly seeped from the broken skin.
The air was instantly flooded with an oppressive, terrifying blood aura so heavy that it was almost suffocating.
And yet—
The very next second, the flesh around the wound rippled faintly.
It healed in an instant!
Not even the slightest white mark remained.
It was as though the cut had been nothing but an illusion.
The living room fell deathly silent.
Shadow Blade remained frozen in place, still gripping the dagger in a forward thrust.
Beneath his hood, his ghostly green eyes were now filled with boundless terror, confusion, and despair.
What the hell was this?!
What had he just witnessed?!
The killing blow he took such pride in...
The full-powered attack of a Grandmaster with six hundred thousand points of vitality...
Combined with a specially crafted astral-piercing dagger...
Had only—
Broken a tiny bit of skin?!
And what was the deal with that drop of dark red, crystalline blood?!
“Y-You...”
Shadow Blade’s voice trembled violently as he stared at the calm young man before him as though he had seen a ghost.
He was utterly dumbfounded!
This was supposed to be someone with one thousand points of vitality?!
Wasn’t he supposed to be a first-year university student?!
With a physique like this, forget one thousand points of vitality—even a Martial Spirit with a million points wouldn’t dare catch his astral-piercing dagger bare-handed!
The intelligence was wrong!
There were traitors in the Abyssal Cult!
There had to be a mole!
Someone was using Su Yu to kill him. They had sent him here to die!
Su Yu looked at the dried trace of dark red blood on his finger.
The assassin had actually broken through his defenses?
A trace of coldness flashed through his unfathomable eyes.
He now understood just how powerful this assassin was.
If he had not just spent ten million years of cultivation to deduce the Grand Void Origin Blood Art to perfection and forge the Grand Void Tyrant Body...
If he had not compressed his one million points of vitality tenfold into crystalline blood...
Then that strike just now, even if it had failed to kill him, would undoubtedly have cost him those two fingers.
This assassin was extremely powerful.
He had to be a Grandmaster with at least a hundred thousand points of vitality!
In that case...
There was even less reason to let him escape.
“Since you’re already here...”
“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave.”
Su Yu slowly raised his head. Reflected in his now perfectly transparent eyes was Shadow Blade’s terror-stricken face.
Boom!
There was no eruption of vital energy.
No martial technique was used.
There was only an invisible, formless surge of Martial King-level psychic power, vast as a boundless ocean.
Like the celestial river pouring down from the highest heavens, it descended upon Shadow Blade in an instant!
Crack! Crack!
Under the crushing pressure of that terrifying psychic force, the air around Shadow Blade erupted in a rapid series of explosive cracks!
“Argh—!”
A bloodcurdling scream tore from Shadow Blade’s throat.
It felt as though his brain had been struck by an invisible hammer weighing ten thousand tons.
As if his very soul were about to be ripped into countless pieces!
Bang!
In less than a second, Shadow Blade’s knees slammed into the solid alloy floor.
The immense impact left two deep craters in the bulletproof flooring.
Su Yu’s psychic power pinned his entire body to the ground.
Prostrate.
He could not move so much as a finger.
And this was with Su Yu deliberately holding back some of his strength.
Otherwise, that single psychic attack would have shattered Shadow Blade’s sea of consciousness into pulp, reducing him to a mindless husk and killing him instantly.
He needed him alive.
Only then could he uncover the mastermind behind the attack.
“Talk.”
Su Yu gazed down at the assassin sprawled at his feet.
His voice was calm, yet carried a bone-chilling coldness.
“Who sent you?”
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
