35: I, kill people in my dreams

“This small Sect, it’s probably just Black Iron Grade. How could there be such a Grandmaster to kill the Crown Prince?”

One of the four Peak Innate figures asked, his voice filled with doubt.

“Hmph, no matter what, my brother was killed. I’d rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go!”

“Tonight, the Haoran Sect will surely be wiped out, leaving no one alive!”

The leading figure, a cold and slender young man wearing a black hood, spoke with intense Killing Intent.

Even the bloody aura emanating from this young man caused the four ace assassins to frown slightly.

They were all seasoned killers, their hands stained with blood from countless battles.

Yet, this young man, only in his thirties, had achieved the Grandmaster level through slaughter, becoming the Shadow Pavilion’s top assassin, second only to the Pavilion Master.

Known as Venerable Young Master, he instilled fear in them at all times.

They looked at the modest Haoran Sect with a hint of pity, knowing that by dawn, every living being within it would meet a gruesome end.

“Giggle… Gentlemen, you’ve had a long journey. Do you require special services?”

Just as the group, brimming with Killing Intent, was about to storm the Haoran Sect and unleash a massacre, a seductive voice rang out.

A woman, clad in a thin, almost transparent red gauze dress, walked gracefully towards them.

Her skin was as white as snow, revealing large expanses, like the most perfect bridal beauty.

It was none other than Little Qian, the enchanting ghost.

“Gulp.”

The previous cold Killing Intent was instantly replaced by a surge of lust.

The four King-level assassins swallowed hard.

As assassins of the Shadow Pavilion, they were ruthless and bloodthirsty, with a nearly perverted madness deep within their hearts.

After every grueling assassination mission, they would invariably seek out beautiful courtesans in the Mortal world to vent their desires.

Then, they would kill them and leave.

But now, the woman who appeared, dressed in bridal attire, with a graceful and alluring figure, far surpassed any woman they had ever encountered.

“Heh heh, I didn’t expect to find such a beauty in this remote place.”

A King-level assassin chuckled.

“Gentlemen, let this humble servant attend to you.”

Her sweet, coquettish voice drifted out.

Her bare, jade-like feet were perfectly rounded, like exquisite works of art, as she glided towards them.

With each step, a piece of her red gauze dress slipped away.

This sight made their blood boil and their throats dry.

“Come on~”

Her voice, soft and alluring, whispered in their ears.

She beckoned them towards the graveyard not far from the Haoran Sect.

“Hmph.”

Suddenly, a cold snort and terrifying Killing Intent swept across the heavens and earth, jolting the four King-level assassins, who had begun to slowly close their eyes, awake.

“Whoosh.”

The four awakened King-level assassins were drenched in cold sweat.

Just now, in their daze, it seemed they had almost engaged in intimacy with the woman in the red bridal dress.

At this moment, they realized that it had been a nightmare.

“Hmph, mere mountain spirits and wild ghosts dare to invade those of my Shadow Pavilion. You deserve to die!”

The cold young man rebuked.

Upon hearing this, the four King-level assassins looked at Venerable Young Master with reverence and admiration.

As expected of Venerable Young Master, what terrifying Killing Intent! He had directly broken the female ghost’s nightmare.

At the same time, they secretly thought how lucky they were.

Their eyes, cold and furious, stared at Little Qian, the enchanting ghost.

“A Tier 2 Thunder Flame Talisman is enough to destroy you!”

The cold young man declared, a Talisman inscribed with interwoven silver and red patterns appearing in his hand.

Little Qian, already weakened from the nightmare being broken, stumbled.

And now, seeing the Thunder Flame Talisman in the cold young man’s hand, her face turned pale with fright.

Thunder was the bane of all evil spirits.

As a ghost, Little Qian was naturally not exempt.

She turned to flee.

The four King-level assassins, their faces filled with shame and Killing Intent, said, “Please, Venerable Young Master, eliminate this ghost.”

The cold young man nodded slightly.

Whoosh.

As True Qi was injected into the Thunder Flame Talisman, the interwoven silver and red patterns seemed to come alive.

In the night sky, it appeared dazzling and dangerous.

They paid no mind to the Haoran Sect nearby.

After all, in their eyes, this mere Black Iron Grade Haoran Sect could be easily annihilated!

“Ah!”

Little Qian shrieked.

The Thunder Flame Talisman shot forth, transforming into a sky full of Thunder Flame, like an inverted volcano, pouring directly down onto her head.

That sense of fatal danger filled Little Qian with horror and despair.

Just as the Thunder Flame was about to engulf Little Qian, a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air.

It grabbed the violent Thunder Flame.

“Poof.”

The incredibly powerful Thunder Flame Talisman vanished mysteriously, as if it were a popped balloon.

And in front of Little Qian, a clear and distinct figure appeared.

“Master.”

Little Qian was overjoyed.

However, after her joy, Little Qian was a bit speechless because Li Luo still seemed to have his eyes closed.

He yawned, looking as if he hadn’t woken up yet.

But even so, the young man had simply crushed the Thunder Flame Talisman, which was powerful enough to injure an Innate Realm Cultivator, with one hand.

So strong.

Master seems to have become even stronger.

Little Qian felt a profound sense of security hiding behind the young man in green.

“Who are you? Are you courting death?!”

A King-level assassin shouted coldly.

“Haoran Sect Sect Master, Li Luo!”

The young man remained with his eyes closed, looking languid.

Li Luo’s state infuriated the four King-level assassins.

This mere brat dared to disrespect them so much.

Furthermore, this fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth was actually the Sect Master of this Black Iron Grade Sect.

Thus, Killing Intent surged within them.

“Brat, open your dog eyes and see clearly. This is Venerable Young Master of our Shadow Pavilion, and we are King-level assassins. Tonight, your Haoran Sect will be erased from the Qinghe Region.”

“The entire Sect, from top to bottom, will be wiped out!”

A King-level assassin shouted coldly.

“Stop blabbering. I prefer to kill in my dreams. Finish this quickly, I still need to go back to sleep.”

With his eyes still closed, Li Luo waved his hand.

“Attack!”

The cold young man’s eyes gleamed with a murderous chill.

As his voice fell, the four King-level assassins flashed, appearing in the Void Realm around Li Luo.

Their movements were ghostly, their black blades cutting through the Void Realm silently.

“Shadow King Kill!”

The four roared.

“Clang, clang, clang, clang!”

However, the next moment, when their blades struck the young man’s body, they made a sound like metal colliding.

Then, terrifying Sword Qi erupted.

In their horrified gazes, before they could even scream, the Sword Qi directly shredded them.

“Ah!”

“Die, die, die!”

The cold young man could no longer maintain his composure and roared frantically.

A blood-colored saber in his hand, imbued with terrifying blood-fiend Qi, slashed directly at Li Luo’s head.

The Saber Qi surged violently against the wind!

Grandmaster-level Saber Qi was unleashed!

However, the cold young man, Xingtian, only saw the young man in green, who merely produced an ordinary steel sword and slashed out with it.

Whoosh.

At this moment, Xingtian’s eyes seemed to be filled with this dazzling sword light, as if the entire galaxy had inverted.

Boom!

Ji Yue'er, asleep, hugged her pillow and turned over, muttering, “It’s thundering.”