To return the favor to the Blood God Palace for treating their freelance assassins like beasts of burden, Mo Tianxiao and the other three each accepted an assassination mission before leaving: three level-eight missions and one level-nine mission.
The mission locations were scattered across various regions.
After taking the missions, the four embarked on their journey toward the Central Divine Continent.
As for the missions, did anyone really think they would actually do them?
Accepting the missions didn't mean they were going to complete them; they simply did it to prevent anyone else from taking them.
Who knew which four lucky targets would get to live a little longer thanks to the actions of Mo Tianxiao's group.
A few days later, three figures appeared on the eastern border of the Eastern Region. This remote frontier was sparsely populated, making it the perfect place for a murder.
Mo Tianxiao, Yun Sangyi, and Huang Xiaoyao traveled while keeping a distance from each other. Below them was a vast wasteland stretching as far as the eye could see, with not a single soul in sight besides the three of them.
The deeper they ventured into such a place, the more tense the three became.
Yun Sangyi was on the far left, Mo Tianxiao in the middle, and Huang Xiaoyao on the right. They advanced side by side, spaced far apart.
Everything seemed completely peaceful.
However, everything changed in a split second.
The originally tranquil space underwent a subtle distortion that was barely visible to the naked eye. A curved dagger gleaming with a cold light pierced through the void and appeared right in front of Yun Sangyi's throat.
Before Yun Sangyi could even react, a trace of blood appeared on her neck.
Boom!!
The Thousand Illusions Holy Garment instantly activated to its maximum power, deflecting the dagger.
But the crisis was not over. The deflected dagger only retreated for a fraction of a second before slashing at Yun Sangyi's throat once more. A crisp tearing sound echoed, as if ripping through the defenses of the Thousand Illusions Holy Garment.
At this moment, Yun Sangyi's hairs stood on end. She felt as though she had plunged into an icy cavern, chilled to the bone, entirely unable to even put up a resistance.
This was a Saint-level assassin!
The assassination strike arrived without the slightest trace of the attacker's presence.
Saint Realm experts could already traverse space to travel, and coupled with a secret technique like the Blood Stealth Art, no one had even caught a glimpse of the assassin's figure up until now.
But in the next second, just as the dagger was about to tear through the Thousand Illusions Holy Garment's defense, the assassin's figure was suddenly exposed.
Hm?!
Rip!!
The assassin only paused in shock for a brief moment before a dark cyan claw tore through space and completely shredded his arm, snatching away the dagger in his hand.
Blood sprayed across the sky. The assassin rapidly retreated, looking around with extreme vigilance. He tried to cast the Blood Stealth Art, only to discover that his technique had failed!
The claw vanished without a trace, and disappearing along with it was Mo Tianxiao.
By now, Yun Sangyi had fully reacted. She channeled her full power into the Thousand Illusions Holy Garment and pulled away from the assassin. On the other side, Huang Xiaoyao excitedly activated the Black Yellow Bell, her eyes locked onto the assassin.
This assassin actually dared to come and kill them! Moreover, Brother Tianxiao had accurately predicted that the enemy would attack Sister Yun first.
The assassin realized things were looking grim. It seemed he had walked into a trap!
There was actually a Saint Realm cultivator among this group! Not only that, but how did his Blood Stealth Art fail!?
That was what confused him the most.
Realizing something was very wrong, the Saint-level assassin decisively planned to tear through space and flee. Without the Blood Stealth Art, his array of assassination methods instantly became useless, and his combat power was definitely inferior to that of cultivators in the same realm.
Rip!!
A fierce claw strike silently pierced through his chest once again. Clutched in the center of the claw was a beating heart.
Squash!
With a squeeze of the palm, the heart exploded, sending blood and flesh flying!
The Saint-level assassin's pupils shrank. He spun around and swung a long saber behind him. A loud metallic clash rang out, and the claw vanished once more, leaving no aura behind.
Beneath his mask, the Saint-level assassin's face was twisted to the extreme. The large gaping hole in his chest caused him excruciating agony.
It was one thing for these guys to hide their cultivation levels, but they could actually render his Blood Stealth Art useless. Wasn't this too insidious?
For the first time, he felt the oppressive terror that the Blood Stealth Art brought. Against someone of the same realm, it was practically unsolvable!
Shifting his gaze, the Saint-level assassin locked his eyes onto Yun Sangyi and Huang Xiaoyao, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
The current situation was terrible. If he wanted to escape, he had to grab a hostage!
Although these two had quasi-Saint artifacts protecting them, they were still easier to deal with than the guy hiding in the dark.
Just as he was about to rush at Yun Sangyi to grab one of them as a hostage, the claw struck again without fail. This time, it gave him no chance. The space in all directions shattered simultaneously, and several razor-sharp claws ripped his body to shreds, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere!
Even though a Saint Realm expert's physical body far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators, facing a demonic beast that was also in the Saint Realm, he still fell short.
Not to mention facing a flood dragon like Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon).
In terms of hardness alone, Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon)'s claws were comparable to ordinary Saint artifacts.
Yun Sangyi, what ruthless methods!
His physical body destroyed, the Saint-level assassin was left with only his divine soul floating in the air. He glared resentfully at Yun Sangyi, his eyes looking as if they wanted to tear her to pieces.
To think that a level-eight assassin could actually turn the tables and trap him—what an impressive trick!
The Saint-level assassin attributed everything to Yun Sangyi.
She must have guessed long ago that he wanted to silence her, so she found three helpers in advance to disguise themselves as her friends and join the Blood God Palace. It looked flawless, but in reality, there was a Saint Realm expert hidden among them.
He should have known. How could a mere Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator like Yun Sangyi dare to turn around and demand a higher reward from their Blood God Palace, even trying to use the target's identity to threaten them?
He deeply regretted it. He regretted not making a move back at the Blood God Palace branch. If he had acted then, he definitely wouldn't be in such a miserable state now.
Yun Sangyi's face was ashen, and her tone was incredibly disdainful. It's your Blood God Palace that acts despicably and is insatiably greedy. With your kind of conduct, do you even deserve to be called the number one assassin organization in the Black Yellow World! Sooner or later, you'll collapse!
Hmph! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!
The Saint-level assassin roared, charging towards Yun Sangyi with massive divine soul power.
You made me lose my physical body, so pay for it with your life!
Do you think I don't exist?
Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon)'s figure blocked Yun Sangyi's front, his cold gaze fixed on the Saint-level assassin's divine soul.
Mo Tianxiao's figure also appeared in mid-air, though his face was deathly pale.
That was so damn thrilling!
After cursing under his breath, Mo Tianxiao quickly tossed a handful of pills into his mouth.
He had only snatched away this Saint-level assassin's Blood Stealth Art, yet it nearly drained him dry. As expected, fighting too far above his level was still quite strenuous.
Seeing Mo Tianxiao's figure, the Saint-level assassin finally realized who was responsible for his Blood Stealth Art failing.
What trick did you use?!
Mo Tianxiao ignored him completely. Instead, he took out a somewhat blackened flag and shouted, Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon)! Don't let him self-destruct!
With that said, the Human Emperor Banner radiated intensely, transforming into an ancient grand array that enveloped the Saint-level assassin's divine soul.
A Saint Realm expert's divine soul was a massive tonic for the Human Emperor Banner.
The moment he was enveloped by the grand array, the Saint-level assassin's expression changed drastically. He immediately tried to activate the restriction within his divine soul to self-destruct on the spot.
Smash!
In the next second, Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon), wielding a giant bone, smashed his divine soul into pieces.
Mo Tianxiao: "Uh..."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
