103: The villain died because he talked too much. Now it's my turn.

“...I've been waiting for you for a long time.”

When Lin Tian's words, like the whisper of a demon god, clearly entered the ears of every assassin, their bodies, stiff from extreme shock, finally regained the ability to Move.

Without the slightest hesitation, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything!

The assassin leader let out a shrill shriek, a complex signal mixed with terror and feigned bravery: “Retreat! Retreat quickly! Mission failed!”

However, while he shouted retreat, he knew better than anyone that in front of such a monster, escape was merely a laughable pipe dream. His sole purpose in shouting this was to hope that his companions could buy him even 0.1 seconds of escape time!

As he rapidly retreated, he threatened hoarsely: “We are people of the Third Prince! If you dare to touch us, you are making an enemy of the entire Qin Family! His Highness will not let you off!”

He tried to use the 'Qin Family' as a towering mountain to crush the killing intent of the young man before him.

However, what he received was a light chuckle filled with endless mockery.

“Heh...”

Lin Tian looked at his unsightly display, shaking his head, as if watching a clumsy, third-rate play he had long since memorized.

“They say villains die from talking too much; it seems to be true.”

“Too bad...”

Lin Tian's figure slowly faded in place, like a phantom dispersed by the wind.

“...I am not a villain.”

“I'm just here to close the net.”

The moment his words fell, his figure had already appeared in the center of the assassins, who were preparing to scatter and flee, as if teleporting!

“Not good!”

The assassins were scared out of their wits; they couldn't even track Lin Tian's movements!

But, it was all too late.

Lin Tian did not use any flamboyant Moves; he simply unleashed the Physical Body power of his Pangu Body, which had transformed to an incredible degree after half a year of secluded cultivation, without reservation!

Boom!

A terrifying Qi and blood suppression, like an ancient divine mountain awakening or the collapse of Universe stars, instantly descended!

That was not an energy impact, not Mental Energy pressure, but a pure, absolute, life-level crushing!

Those few top assassins, who were capable of dominating a region and were known as S-rank Peak outside, felt as if they were instantly thrown into the core of a neutron star under this Qi and blood suppression! Their bodies, their bones, their gene chains, all let out unbearable, teeth-grinding wails under this irresistible Divine Power! Their movements became slower than a snail's!

“The game is over.”

Lin Tian's voice, like the final judgment of the God of Death, rang in their ears.

He moved.

Fast!

Extremely fast! So fast that it surpassed thought, surpassed perception!

He merely took a casual step forward and threw a punch.

Bang!

One assassin's head, along with the ghastly mask on his face, instantly exploded into a mist of blood, like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer.

He countered with an elbow, striking another assassin's chest.

Crack!

That assassin's chest, along with his internal organs and spiritual core, was directly pulverized into a bloody mess by the force of that elbow, and his entire body flew backward like a broken sack.

Next came a whip kick, a hand chop, a finger gun... That was not a battle.

That was a one-sided, utterly predictable 'massacre,' like clearing out trash!

Lin Tian's figure, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, elegantly and lethally weaved through the assassins who were paralyzed by the Qi and blood suppression. Each of his strikes was concise, efficient, and filled with the aesthetics of violence.

The Heavenly Zither Woman, beside him, had long been startled, her face pale, by the bloody and shocking scene before her. She desperately covered her mouth with her jade hand to prevent herself from screaming. She had never imagined that the graceful young man who played such divine zither music would be so... ruthless, so... like a walking God of Slaughter when he took action!

Three seconds.

It only took three seconds.

When Lin Tian's figure returned to its original spot, as if he had never left, all of those S-rank Peak assassins had already become cold, incomplete corpses, not a single one remaining.

The entire Moon Shadow Pavilion once again fell into a deathly silence, with only the nauseatingly thick smell of blood in the air proving everything that had just happened.

The sole survivor—the assassin leader who had chosen to retreat from the very beginning, but was now terrified out of his wits, slumped on the ground, without even the strength to escape—was staring intently at Lin Tian with the eyes of someone looking at a devil.

Lin Tian slowly walked up to him, ignoring his incoherent pleas for mercy, which were due to extreme fear.

“Mercy... have mercy... don't kill me... I'll tell you everything...”

Lin Tian squatted down, extended a finger, and gently, in the assassin leader's utterly terrified gaze, touched his glabella.

“No need,” Lin Tian's voice was very soft. “What I want to know, I will 'see' for myself.”

Soul Search!

This was an extremely overbearing and malicious Mental Energy secret technique he had learned from the memories of the purified remnant Soul of the Martial God!

Buzz—!

An irresistible, vast and boundless Mental Energy, like the most savage battering ram, instantly broke through the assassin leader's already fragile Mental Energy defenses, rudely crashing into the deepest part of his memory ocean!

“Ah—!”

The assassin leader let out a more agonizing scream than ever before; his eyes rolled back, his body convulsed violently, and crimson blood flowed from all seven orifices.

Lin Tian ignored it.

His Mental Energy, like the most efficient search engine, quickly and precisely searched for what he wanted in that chaotic sea of memories.

Soon, he found it.

It was a secret room.

Third Prince Qin Wushuang of the Qin Family, whose face was usually as gentle as jade, was now filled with ferocity and venom.

“...I want him dead! I want him to pay the most painful price for tonight's humiliation!”

“...This is the 'Gene Collapse' toxin; apply it to your weapons. Remember, not only must you kill him, but you must also make the woman beside him perish with him!”

“...After it's done, your 'Shadow Kill' organization will receive resource allocation from my Qin Family for the next ten years!”

...Scene after scene of crucial moments, like a movie, rapidly flashed through Lin Tian's mind.

“Very good.”

Lin Tian's lips curved into a cold arc. While maintaining the Soul Search, he activated his personal terminal, setting it to the highest confidentiality 'evidence recording' mode.

He translated the key memory scene he 'saw'—about the Third Prince giving the assassination order to the assassin leader in the secret room and promising a generous reward upon success—through Mental Energy, recording it completely in a special data format with a Soul imprint that could not be tampered with by any technology.

Drip.

A soft sound indicated that this irrefutable 'ironclad evidence,' enough to ruin the Third Prince of the Qin Family and even disqualify him as an heir, had been successfully saved.

The tide of offense and defense completely reversed at this moment.

He, Lin Tian, transformed from a passive 'target of assassination' into a 'blackmailer' holding the opponent's fatal weakness, possessing all the initiative.

Having completed all this, Lin Tian slowly withdrew his finger.

The assassin leader before him had already become an idiot with vacant eyes and drooling mouth, due to his Soul being forcibly torn apart.

For such 'tools' that had lost all value, Lin Tian's method of handling was always simple.

He flicked his finger.

An invisible Dimensional Slash Qi flashed past.

The assassin leader's head flew into the air, his face still retaining that idiotic, blank expression.

The headless body crashed to the ground.

Lin Tian stood up, dusting off non-existent dust from his sleeves, as if he had only done a trivial matter. He turned around, looking at the Heavenly Zither Woman behind him, who was already speechless from his series of thunderous actions, and a harmless, gentle smile reappeared on his face.

“My apologies, Fairy, for interrupting our elegant discussion of music.”

“Now, we can continue.”