The Luo Family Crisis

The night was dark and the wind was howling.

A perfect night for murder.

The Luo family residence was dead silent.

"How are things on Fu Bing's end?"

"Not entirely sure. He insisted on taking action himself, wanting to face the opposing Curse Master alone! I wonder what the outcome is."

"It might be tough. Anyone who can instantly dispel the Black Death Curse is probably no pushover."

Two masked men in black exchanged glances as they spoke.

"Have some confidence. Fu Bing is a genius from the Curse Master Academy. When it comes to curses alone, few in this world can rival him."

A man with hair standing up like steel needles toyed with a hunting knife, his expression indifferent.

"Then we're overthinking it."

"Haha, I always felt that guy looked as frail as a leaf in the wind. I didn't expect his curses to be so formidable."

"But... then again, what if the opponent doesn't use curses to fight him?"

"..."

The sudden silence in the air was deafening.

The three of them fell silent.

"Don't get distracted during an assassination!"

The spiky-haired man changed the subject, saying solemnly, "In this operation, absolutely do not leave any evidence behind! Understood?"

The other two nodded repeatedly.

It was true that the Divine Spirit Cult wanted Ye Tian dead, but it had already been explicitly forbidden on the surface.

In reality, the higher-ups still wanted him killed.

Even though no one officially arranged it, the three of them implicitly understood.

As long as they didn't leave any evidence, the Divine Spirit Cult wouldn't be forcefully dragged into this matter.

If anyone tried to cause unreasonable trouble, did they really think the Divine Spirit Cult, which spanned the entire Ancient Continent, were easy to bully?!

"Promotions and riches all depend on today!"

The spiky-haired man said in a deep voice, "I'll deal with Luo Xian, you two kill Ye Tian!"

Luo Xian was, after all, an expert in the early Spirit Gathering Realm. Although his strength wasn't overwhelmingly high, silently taking him out was still too difficult for the two of them.

In contrast, Ye Tian, whose spiritual veins had been crippled, would be much easier to deal with.

"Alright!"

The two masked men replied simultaneously.

In the dead of night, snores echoed constantly in the servants' quarters, occasionally accompanied by the sounds of grinding teeth and passing gas.

"But which one is Ye Tian?"

One of them stayed by the door, quietly peering inside.

Over twenty people lived in the servants' room; who could tell which one was Ye Tian?

The other masked man made a throat-slitting gesture.

"You mean... slaughter them all?"

The one who spoke first asked in confusion.

Just then, a thump was heard.

A human head rolled onto the ground.

Seeing his companion's head fall to the ground, the masked man who had just spoken felt his hair stand on end in terror.

Visibility was poor at night.

The throat-slitting gesture his companion made earlier wasn't his own doing—it was a hand from behind that had severed his companion's neck!

"Who!"

The masked man looked at the figure standing behind his fallen comrade and asked in horror.

An indescribable fear invaded his heart.

"Weren't you trying to kill me?"

A handsome youth toyed with the hunting knife he had taken from the dead companion's waist, a teasing look in his eyes.

The masked man's pupils shrank, and a name blurted out from his lips: "Ye Tian!"

How is this possible! His companion was in the late Qi Refining Realm!

Yet he was silently taken out by this kid.

Didn't rumors say Ye Tian had crippled veins?!

"Bastard, die!"

The masked man bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to focus, and charged forward with his hunting knife.

A cold smile curled on Ye Tian's lips.

A ghostly blue flame flared up, casting flickering shadows on his stern face, giving him an indescribably chilling aura.

The masked man's hunting knife spun and slashed toward Ye Tian's neck.

"Heh, so it's the Divine Spirit Cult, believers of ghosts and gods!"

A hint of coldness formed at the corner of Ye Tian's mouth.

Trying to assassinate someone without even knowing how to hide the origins of their techniques!

Blue flames surfaced on the hunting knife, as if covering it in a layer of icy frost!

Slash!

He suddenly slashed forward.

A bloody line appeared down the middle of the masked man's face.

His entire body split down the middle, instantly cut in half.

Blood rained down.

Ye Tian gripped the hunting knife and closed his eyes to listen to the faint sound of falling blood. Only then did he vaguely find the feeling of the former War Sovereign Ye.

He opened his eyes, both of them tinged with a ghostly blue.

"The Profound Nether Divine Fire, truly an existence on par with the Nine Suns Divine Fire!"

Ye Tian stared at the flame in his hand and said faintly.

If the Nine Suns Divine Fire was peerlessly overbearing, then the Profound Nether Divine Fire was a sharp, awe-inspiring edge!

Both were supreme flames. He wondered what a magnificent scene it would be to control both flames simultaneously.

At this moment, Pockmark Wang, who had just finished relieving himself behind the cowshed, caught sight of this scene and was so terrified that his entire body went limp.

Ye Tian was actually this powerful!

Back then, his fist had accidentally hit Ye Tian's face. This kid wouldn't hold a grudge, would he?

Probably not...

Thinking of this, Pockmark Wang pulled up his pants, already preparing to run away.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The spiky-haired man held his hunting knife and quietly snuck into the backyard of the Luo family head, silently approaching the room door.

Just then, a long halberd swung over!

Thud!

The spiky-haired man quickly retreated.

The door was smashed open by the overbearing halberd, leaving a gaping hole, and half the room collapsed along with it.

"Not bad, this halberd has some serious weight to it!"

The spiky-haired man grinned. Looking at Luo Xian, who was holding the long halberd with a murderous look on his face, he chuckled, "As expected of the former captain of the Ye family guards, you really do have some skills!"

"Yin Yu! To think your Divine Spirit Cult would actively break the agreement!"

Luo Xian stared coldly at the spiky-haired man.

Yin Yu pulled down the black cloth from his face and asked curiously, "How did you spot me?"

Luo Xian: "..."

With a head of steel-needle spiky hair practically piercing the sky, did he really think covering his face with a piece of cloth would hide him?

"No matter, then I'll properly instruct you, you loyal dog of the Ye family!"

Yin Yu stuck out his tongue, licking his hunting knife, and his figure suddenly sprang into action.

The sharp blade gleamed, wreathed in Metal Spiritual Energy!

Luo Xian stomped his feet into the ground. With a rumbling sound, the courtyard floor shattered. A thick Earth Spiritual Energy erupted as he swung his halberd to counter the attack.

Clang! Clang! Clink!

Their strength was evenly matched.

The collision between the great halberd and the hunting knife generated fluctuations of spiritual energy, causing violent gusts of qi to scatter throughout the courtyard.

But it was visible that Luo Xian was at a disadvantage.

On one hand, after enduring the Heart-Binding Curse, his strength hadn't fully recovered.

On the other hand, although both were in the early Spirit Gathering Realm, Yin Yu's cultivation base was much more stable than his.

Clang!

With yet another clash of weapons.

Luo Xian stumbled back a few steps. Gripping the long halberd with both hands, an unnatural flush appeared on his face.

A terrifying knife wound appeared on his chest, blood gushing out.

Yin Yu, however, stood completely motionless, toying with his hunting knife with a look of disdain.

"Instead of staying put in your Luo Family Town, you just had to bring that piece of trash out! Captain Luo, it seems that even after leaving the Ye family for twenty years, you haven't forgotten your nature as a dog!"

Yin Yu grinned, revealing a hint of arrogance.

Luo Xian said coldly, "Young Master Ye saved my life back then. I will absolutely not sit by and watch his child be harmed! If you want to touch Ye Tian, you have to go through me first!"

"I'll grant your wish!"

Yin Yu's figure suddenly dashed forward.

Metal Spiritual Energy gathered on the edge of his blade as he slashed downward.

In the nick of time, Luo Xian raised his halberd and blocked the strike.

However, his entire body was sent flying by the blow, crashing heavily into the courtyard wall. He smashed right through it and was buried under the rubble.

"Cough, cough!"

Luo Xian coughed violently, using his halberd to push away the broken stones.

At that moment, a sharp hunting knife was aimed right at his head from above!

"You lose!"

Yin Yu sneered at Luo Xian.

With a wave of his hand, the hunting knife slashed downward.

Clang!

A steel needle shot through the air with a sharp whistle, striking Yin Yu's hunting knife dead center and sending a shower of sparks flying.

"Who's there?!"

Yin Yu demanded in shock.

His voice echoed through the vast emptiness, but no one answered his question.