151: Chapter 151 The Li Family's New Scheme

"Hmph, truly like a persistent ghost."

Han Ming had just left Wanbao Pavilion when he keenly sensed at least a dozen Divine Thoughts tracking him.

He snorted coldly in his heart.

He calmly left Ten Thousand Monster Ridge Pass and flew toward Modu Base City.

Less than five hundred li after he flew out, with a "whoosh," a shadow tore through the air and struck at Han Ming.

The speed was extreme.

It was so fast that even with his Divine Thought, which was close to that of a Three-Star Martial Venerable, it was difficult to catch.

He instantly activated his Space Profound Truth; the black shadow was immediately deflected from its trajectory, narrowly shooting past Han Ming's side.

Han Ming swept his Divine Thought over it and saw that it was a pitch-black longsword, emitting a chilling, eerie light.

Han Ming's expression grew a bit more serious; Thousand Kill Tower certainly had deep pockets.

After failing the first time, they actually sent out a Five-Star Martial Venerable skilled in assassination for the second attempt.

If his Space True Intent hadn't transformed into Space Profound Truth, that strike just now would have surely killed him.

"Oh? Your Space True Intent has actually transformed into Space Profound Truth, but you are still going to die today."

Not far ahead of Han Ming, a figure wearing a half-silver mask suddenly appeared, his gaze toward Han Ming carrying a hint of surprise.

That strike just now had incorporated his fifty percent Profound Truth of Concealment and thirty percent Profound Truth of Speed; even an ordinary Five-Star Martial Venerable would have surely died.

Han Ming was only a Four-Star Martial Emperor, yet he had actually transformed his Space True Intent into a Profound Truth and even dodged his kill strike.

How could he not be surprised?

However, he did not believe that Han Ming's ten percent Space Profound Truth could allow him to escape from his hands.

He not only had fifty percent Profound Truth of Concealment but also thirty percent Profound Truth of Speed; wasn't dealing with a Four-Star Martial Emperor more than enough?

"Profound Truth of Concealment?"

Han Ming looked at the Silver-Faced Killer who had suddenly appeared in front of him and frowned slightly.

Experts with this kind of Profound Truth were rare; they were born to be assassins.

He didn't expect to encounter one today.

Thousand Kill Tower really thought highly of him.

One had to know that the strength he displayed was only that of a Four-Star Martial Emperor!

"It's good that you know. Remember, the one who kills you is Yin Thirteen of Thousand Kill Tower. Don't report the wrong name when you get to King Yama."

As the Silver-Faced Killer spoke, his body instantly vanished.

"The Profound Truth of Concealment is indeed formidable."

Han Ming frowned slightly; his Divine Thought actually could not perceive Yin Thirteen's tracks.

However, he did not panic. The Profound Truth of Concealment could deceive his Divine Thought, but it could not deceive his spatial perception.

He closed his eyes and activated his Space Profound Truth; instantly, the space within a thousand meters was entirely under his perception.

"Found you."

Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes, a silver glint flashing across them. He waved his right hand, and a transparent Space Blade shot out toward the front left.

"How is that possible? You can actually detect me?"

More than three hundred meters away, the space twisted, and Yin Thirteen's body instantly materialized. Looking at the light blade shooting toward him, he had to reveal his figure.

Although his Profound Truth of Concealment had touched upon the surface of space, his understanding of the power of the Space Profound Truth was still too little.

Seeing the light blade arrive before him, he had no extra time to consider and instantly activated his Profound Truth of Speed to try and dodge.

But he suddenly discovered that his body could not move at all.

"No—"

He watched the light blade drawing closer and let out a terrified scream.

Although he had the confidence to break free from the confinement within a second, in a battle between experts, life and death were decided in an instant; he no longer had the chance.

He watched helplessly as the light blade split his body in two, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

How could he have known that although Han Ming appeared to be only a Four-Star Martial Emperor, his true strength had actually reached that of a One-Star Martial Venerable.

"Thousand Kill Tower, the Li Family..."

Han Ming waved his hand, collecting his Storage Ring into his space, a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Others might not know the background of Thousand Kill Tower, but as a transmigrator into the book, he naturally knew.

They had assassinated him again and again; once he had the strength, he wouldn't mind uprooting them entirely.

"How is it possible? Even Yin Thirteen, a Five-Star Martial Venerable, died at the hands of Han Chunming. Just how strong is he?"

Seeing Han Ming's departing back, many people nearby who had been watching this scene opened their mouths wide in shock.

They originally thought he was only at the Peak of the Martial King realm, then he revealed the strength of a Four-Star Martial Emperor, slaying over a dozen Martial Emperor experts of the Li Family and counter-killing two Two-Star Martial Venerables of Thousand Kill Tower.

They thought that was his limit, yet unexpectedly, he had now killed Yin Thirteen, a Five-Star Martial Venerable assassin from Thousand Kill Tower.

One had to know that Yin Thirteen's reputation in Thousand Kill Tower was not small; his concealment technique was such that even a Six-Star Martial Venerable could hardly escape his assassination.

Yet now, he had died at the hands of this Martial Emperor, Han Chunming.

How could they not be shocked?

Soon, the news that Yin Thirteen's assassination attempt had failed and that he had died at the hands of Han Chunming spread out.

Many factions received this news.

They were even more shocked.

They had a new understanding of Han Chunming's level of being a Prodigy.

"Trash."

In the meeting hall of the Modu Li Family, Li Beixiong smashed the table in front of him with one palm and said through gritted teeth.

His face was terribly gloomy.

The expressions of the others were also not good.

They originally thought that by hiring people from Thousand Kill Tower, they could quickly resolve Han Chunming and eliminate future troubles.

They didn't expect Han Chunming to be hiding so deeply; they had failed time and time again.

Just how much was he hiding?

Would Thousand Kill Tower succeed?

They couldn't help but start to doubt.

Now that Han Chunming could kill the Five-Star Martial Venerable Yin Thirteen, his combat power was at least that of a Six-Star Martial Venerable.

One had to know that their Li Family didn't have many experts above the Six-Star Martial Venerable level.

"Patriarch, we cannot continue like this; this Han Chunming's threat is too great."

A collateral Elder, who was a Two-Star Martial Saint, stood up and said with a grave expression.

"Indeed, the matter of us hiring Thousand Kill Tower is not a secret. Once he grows up, the first one he won't let go will be our Li Family."

Many Elders also stood up one after another to echo this.

They were already at odds with the Han Family, and now they had hired assassins from Thousand Kill Tower; although the Han Family had not shown much reaction during this period.

But the two families were already in a situation of life-and-death struggle.

"Patriarch, I have a plan, but I don't know if it is feasible."

At this moment, Li Beiliang, who had been silent, stood up and looked at Patriarch Li Beicang, saying.

"Oh? What plan?"

Patriarch Li Beicang looked at him and asked curiously.

The others also looked at Li Beiliang one after another, wanting to see what good plan he could offer.

"The annual conscription of the Void Legion is about to begin, right! Why don't we bribe the people in the Recruitment Department and have Han Chunming conscripted into the Void Legion?"

"The mortality rate of the Void Legion exceeds eighty percent. When the time comes, we can arrange for some accidents and eliminate him on the Void Battlefield. Wouldn't that be without anyone being the wiser?"

Li Beiliang swept his gaze across everyone before looking at Patriarch Li Beicang, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes as he stated his plan.

As long as Han Chunming went to the Void Battlefield, they would have plenty of means to put him to death.

Many people's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

It had to be said that this was a good idea.

As long as Han Chunming went to the Void Battlefield, whether it was their Li Family or Thousand Kill Tower, they could unleash their full capabilities.

"Good, I will handle this matter."

Patriarch Li Beicang narrowed his eyes slightly and stood up to say.

A sharp glint flashed across his eyes.