In the depths of the universe, inside a blood-colored planet, there was a huge and majestic palace.
At this moment, there was a ten-meter-tall middle-aged man sitting on the throne in the palace. Beside him was a blood-red saber that was dozens of meters long. As he stood on the ground, he immediately gave off a violent bloody aura. It was as if the entire palace had turned into a blood-red hell, with countless evil spirits wailing in agony.
There were three scars on his face, making him look extremely hideous. He also had a broken right arm. It was as if this body had experienced countless life and death battles and was weathered by wind and frost.
If there were any almighty beings in the outside world who saw this middle-aged man, they would definitely be scared half to death. This was because this was the famous Mad Slaughter Saint in the universe, a Saint-level expert.
Legend has it that he was bloodthirsty and crazy. He once used a bad mood as an excuse to slaughter three planets, killing hundreds of billions of living beings, leaving nothing behind.
That was why he was known as Mad Slaughter. He was revered by countless races like a god of death.
However, due to some unforeseen event, he had disappeared for a long time, and many people had almost forgotten about his reputation.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
At this moment, six or seven uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the palace. They all came to the blood-colored palace.
These people came in all shapes and sizes. Some had fierce faces, some were bald, some were nuns, some had only one arm, and some had only one eye. In short, they did not look like good people.
They were the infamous assassins in the universe, known as the Seven Kills Gang. They were all experts at the Divine Power realm.
"Lord."
However, these people did not dare to be arrogant in front of the Mad Slaughter Saint. They did not even dare to breathe loudly because the person in front of them was a Saint. He could kill them dozens of times with just a breath.
"Do you know why I called you here?"
The Mad Slaughter Saint asked.
"I don't know, but as long as you tell us, we are willing to die." The Seven Kills Gang were all extremely obedient, not daring to show their usual arrogant expression.
They were also scared to death because they did not come to this place willingly. Suddenly, they were drinking in a tavern, but in the next second, they were captured and brought to this damned place without any ability to fight back.
"Not bad, a wise man submits to circumstances."
Mad Slaughter Saint was very satisfied, "I don't want to beat around the bush with you. I've heard of the reputation of your Seven Kills Gang before. You're a famous assassin. Since your debut, you've killed countless people. Your mission completion rate is 100%."
"So, I personally came to find you. I want you to kill someone."
Hearing this, the faces of the Seven Kills Gang turned green. Reputation was harmful. If not for their reputation, how could they have been targeted by this famous Mad Butcher Saint?
Now, they had fallen into the hands of this Saint who was many times more ferocious than them. They did not know what would happen to them.
"Who do you want to kill?"
The Seven Kills Gang and the others asked. They did not ask why Saint Kuang Tu did not personally kill the other party with his strength. Since Saint Kuang Tu did not make a move, there was naturally a reason that he did not want to say.
That was why the Mad Slaughter Saint found small characters like them...
It was foolish to ask these questions. They were also afraid of angering the Mad Slaughter Saint, so they were straightforward.
"Perhaps you have also heard of his name, Xia Ping."
Mad Slaughter Saint said indifferently.
"Xia Ping?!"
Hearing this, one of them was shocked, "Could it be the disciple of the Darknorth Saint, Xia Ping, who has caused a lot of commotion recently? Does Lord want to kill him?! "
"But he's not just an ordinary disciple?"
They all looked at Mad Slaughter Saint strangely.
"Yes, that kid is an ordinary disciple, and he has no enmity with me. But the mistake is that he is the disciple of the Darknorth Saint." Mad Slaughter Saint snorted coldly, his eyes revealing a terrifying cold light, as if it could pierce through the void, causing the Seven Kills Gang to shiver. It was as if they were in the abyss of hell, and they could take their lives at any time.
"Back then, the Darknorth Saint came to find trouble with me for no reason. After fighting with him for 300 rounds, he cut off my right arm, and I have not been able to recover it until now."
He touched his empty right arm, his hatred overflowing.
For a Saint, regrowing a severed arm was a trivial matter, but the right arm that was cut off by the Darknorth Saint could not be recovered no matter what he did.
There seemed to be a mysterious and tyrannical force preventing the cells in his body from regenerating.
As a swordsman, the right hand was his strongest part, and he had cultivated for many years. But now that it was cut off by the Darknorth Saint, it was equivalent to crippling a part of his strength.
For a Saint, this was simply a great humiliation.
In that battle, if he had not escaped quickly, he would have been killed by the Darknorth Saint.
One could imagine that his hatred for the Darknorth Saint could not be washed away by the water of the three rivers.
But in terms of strength, Mad Slaughter Saint was not a match for the Darknorth Saint before, not to mention that he had lost an arm, so he was even less of a match.
Therefore, he had no hope of revenge in this life.
Therefore, he wanted to take revenge on the children and grandchildren of the Darknorth Saint, and even those related to him.
The problem was that the Darknorth Saint had lived for too long. His relatives were basically all dead, and he was alone.
Even if there was still the Qiankun Sect, no matter how many disciples of the Qiankun Sect died, the Darknorth Saint would probably not feel heartache.
Mad Slaughter Saint had never been able to find a chance to take revenge.
Who would have thought that Xia Ping would suddenly appear out of nowhere and become the last disciple of the Darknorth Saint. This made the Mad Slaughter Saint overjoyed, and thus he made Xia Ping his target.
Even if he couldn't kill the Darknorth Saint, he had to let the Darknorth Saint experience the pain of losing his son. He had to let this last disciple of his die in his hands, and make this old bastard Darknorth sad for the rest of his life.
"I have already set up a restriction on your bodies."
Thinking of this, the Mad Slaughter Saint's gaze fell on the seven of them, and said: "Don't even think about escaping, if you dare to escape, or if you don't complete the mission, it will immediately explode."
"Either that Xia Ping dies, or you die."
"Of course, if you can complete the mission, you will be able to obtain benefits, great benefits."
He gave them a sweet date after hitting them with a stick.
The faces of the seven of them were ashen. They knew that they couldn't escape the palms of the Mad Slaughter Saint.
"Alright, but where is that Xia Ping? If he is at the headquarters of the Qiankun Sect, we won't be able to enter and kill him." The seven of them asked, indicating that if Xia Ping stayed in the Qiankun Sect, they wouldn't be able to find an opportunity to assassinate him.
"Don't worry, I've already received news that Xia Ping has already left the Qiankun Sect and went out to complete a mission. This is a great opportunity." The Mad Slaughter Saint sneered, "Without the protection of Old Bastard Darknorth, he's dead for sure."
"Where is he?"
"Blood Soul Continent!"
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