A Guest Has Arrived
Just as the tunnel collapsed and Xia Fei was trapped in the mountain, an Amarrian Tyran-class battlecruiser appeared in the darkness of space around Nameless Planet.
This warship was the same as all the warships produced by Amarrian, having a shiny golden exterior. It was large and sturdy, giving off a heavy feeling and appearing very dignified.
An old man was standing on the bridge with his hands behind his back, looking at that azure planet from afar.
He was tall and skinny, and his eyes were bright and piercing. His white beard flowed gracefully in front of his chest, and his long eyebrows were curved and drooping. He was dressed in a long white robe, and on Earth, such a person would normally be described as having the air of an immortal. Unfortunately, his vicious hooked nose and beady eyes ruined this impression, giving off the impression that he was treacherous and sinister.
Beside him was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years of age. This man was not very old, but he had quite a lot of wrinkles on his face, and he could be considered the mature type.
He had a large build, like a walking rubber ball, and one with wrinkles on it at that.
At this moment, he was imitating the old man, looking at Nameless Planet with his hands behind his back. Unfortunately, while the old man had a meaningful look in his eyes, this young man's gaze was empty, merely imitating him.
"Master, should we send a signal and tell them that we're here?" the young man asked.
The old man slowly shook his head and said in a sharp voice, "To them? Hmph! Let's just barge into the Assassins' camp; I doubt they'll have anything to say. "
The young man nodded. "You're right, master. From now on, the number one assassin sect in the world will no longer be the Assassin Sect. There's no need to hold back against these fellows."
The young man might be fat, but he was very quick-witted, and his flattery made his master very happy.
The old man nodded with a smile. "Fangyuan, the Assassin Sect is still famous. Though they're not as strong as they used to be, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. You mustn't underestimate them."
The young man hurriedly bowed. "As expected of the master, you're able to see through everything. I'll remember that, but I won't be going easy on you this time. After all, your face is far more important than my life."
The old man chuckled. Fang Yuan's flattery made him feel good. He patted the young man's round head and could not help but feel proud of himself.
The Tyran-class cruiser quickly entered Nameless Planet, intentionally circling the skies a few times before landing at the Assassins' private airport, as if it was showing off.
The Assassin Sect's defenses were tight, and the radar system had long since reported the warship's every movement.
It was rare for outsiders to come to Nameless Planet uninvited, and it was even rarer for them to barge in like this. For a moment, the commanders on the ground and the people in the sect were in a mess. No one knew what these people were trying to do.
Rumble!
The Tyran-class cruiser purposely spat out huge flames, blowing away the few small warships docked in the airport. Only then did it land proudly.
The Assassin Sect usually focused on carrying out small-scale missions. Even if the missions required more manpower, a single destroyer was more than enough to handle them. Although the sect did not lack money, they did not purchase a cruiser.
For an assassin organization, the more discreet their means of transportation, the better. A large cruiser was too obvious a target, and driving it out did not seem like it was carrying out a mission but more like a way to show off. It was not a wise choice.
The Assassins in charge of guarding the airport were so angry that the roots of their teeth were itching. No one had ever dared to act so presumptuously in their headquarters. They suppressed the rage in their chests and surrounded the warship, their faces ashen.
* Whoosh! *
The warship's automatic staircase suddenly extended out. That old man and his ball-like disciple walked down in a swagger, a group of equally smug guards following behind them.
Like master, like disciple, these words were not false at all. The expressions of the old man and his disciples seemed to be carved from the same mold, full of contempt and ridicule.
An older blonde Assassin gestured to his fellow sect members, indicating for them to bear with it for now.
He strode over to the old man's side and bowed. "May I know who you are? What business do you have visiting me for? "
His voice was neither servile nor overbearing, using standard diplomatic language. He did not mention his sect at all. Although the electronic signs on the outskirts of the planet indicated that this was private territory, there would still be some ignorant fellows who accidentally trespassed. The same thing happened every few years, and it would be fine as long as he sent them away. There was no need to kill them. After all, the Assassin Sect lived in seclusion in the mountains. Even if someone came to take a look, they would not be able to find out what was going on.
The white-bearded old man gave a look, and his chubby disciple roughly pushed this blonde Assassin away. "Get lost! Do you think our master is someone you can interrogate? What rank are you? Call your sect master out. "
This push was rather heavy, directly pushing that fellow over ten meters away.
The surrounding disciples of the Assassin Sect were not having any of it. Not only did they brazenly trespass, they even attacked someone as soon as they got off the warship. They had never seen such vicious people before. After all, this was the Assassin Sect, and everyone who lived here were Assassins who specialized in taking lives. Among the thousands of people here, there were quite a few who were vicious and merciless, so how could they stand such filth?
This older blonde Assassin was the person in charge of the spaceport. Although he was fuming inside, he still forced his subordinates to calm down. These people had obviously come prepared, and he could not allow their rudeness to ruin the sect's rules and reputation.
"The two of you, since you wish to meet our sect master, do you have an appointment? Or perhaps the two of you can report your names so that I can inform him?"
"Ptui!" Fatty Ball spat a mouthful of spittle on the ground, fiercely saying, "What rank are you? Are you even worthy of asking for our master's name? Get out of my way! "
With that, the master and disciple brought their subordinates and swaggered into the mountains.
The Assassin in charge of guarding the spaceport immediately panicked. He stomped on the ground and arrived in front of the two, saying, "This is the sect's restricted area! Unauthorized personnel are not to approach! "
The fellow disciples who were watching were actually more than willing to let them barge in without permission. This way, the matter would not be under their jurisdiction. If they barged into the sect, the Deathguards trained by the Assassins would not reason with them and would definitely do their best to kill them. The disciples all felt that this blonde senior was too old-fashioned. They were the ones who were unreasonable in the first place, so what was the big deal about letting them suffer a little?
* Bang! *
That Fatty Ball made the first move without saying a word.
Although his figure was extremely large, his movements were fast and coherent. He pushed his right fist outward and lightly swept it across, aiming straight for the other party's heart.
For him to be the supervisor of the spaceport, this blonde senior's skills were not bad. All he felt was a sudden gust of cold wind, and his feet swayed as he tried to dodge.
However, this punch from Fatty Ball was just too fast! Even a few speed ability users in the crowd who thought they were skilled could not see it clearly, let alone raise a hand to stop it!
* Bang! *
This punch landed straight on the blonde senior's chest! A few of his ribs were broken on the spot!
His body tilted, and he floated away like a kite with its string cut.
* Whoosh! *
A black silhouette suddenly dashed out from the crowd. This person leaped into the air and caught the person in mid-air. At the same time, he lightly shook his left hand and immediately fed the person a pill.
The entire movement was done in one go, without any sloppiness, displaying his extremely high combat quality.
When the Assassins saw the person's face, they all greeted him. This person was no stranger but one of the three great elders of the Assassin Sect, Darkshadow.
The white-bearded elder narrowed his eyes and continued to put on a look of disdain, as did his disciples.
Seeing Darkshadow's arrival, the disciples perked up as if they had finally found their pillar of support.
Who would have thought that Darkshadow would put down his disciples and greet the elder. "Master Tongtian, it's been a few years since we last met? How have you been, master?"
The elder Tongtian laughed heartily. "I'm fine, I'm fine. At least I'm doing better than all of you. I brought my disciple, Fangyuan, to visit old man Craneshadow today, but I didn't expect to be stopped by these ignorant fools, so I ordered my disciple to teach him a little lesson. If there's anything inappropriate, I'll explain it to Craneshadow."
All the disciples of the Assassin Sect were dumbfounded. This old man named Tongtian actually did not even give Darkshadow any face. Aside from being an elder of the Assassin Sect, Darkshadow was also in charge of training the sect's Deathguards. Though Craneshadow was the one in charge in name, Darkshadow's strength was not to be underestimated. After all, whoever controlled the Deathguards was equivalent to having an absolute trump card.
If there was anything inappropriate, he would explain it to Craneshadow. This was clearly telling Darkshadow that he was not on the same level as him, and if he was dissatisfied, Craneshadow should be the one to do it, not him.
Darkshadow frowned. He raised one hand and made an inviting gesture, leading Tongtian and his several dozen disciples up the mountain. He thought to himself, 'Why did he have to come at a time like this? Looks like our Assassin Sect will have to face some turbulence this time. '
The surrounding disciples naturally did not understand the difficulty of An Ying. They only thought that the Lord Elder was afraid of this old man and felt even more indignant in their hearts. However, due to the rules of the Sect, they only dared to murmur in their hearts and did not dare to say it out loud. After all, no one knew that their words would be heard by the omnipresent Death Warriors and lead to a fatal disaster.
As Tongtian made his way up the mountain, his eyes would occasionally take in the scenery around him.
"Fangyuan, what do you think of Nameless Planet, Nameless Mountain, and Nameless Sea compared to our Snow Mountain Fort?" Tongtian asked.
Fangyuan pondered over the answer his teacher wanted before replying, "Both Snow Mountain Fort and Nameless Mountain have their own merits. It's just that the climate on Nameless Mountain is milder for those with weaker physiques. Of course, a martial arts practitioner like you wouldn't mind such minor changes in the environment."
Tongtian burst into laughter. "Hmph! You're the only one who knows how to talk. How can Snow Mountain Fort compare to Nameless Planet's scenery? Aside from snow, there's only ice. I've seen ice and snow all my life, and I'm already sick of it. My disciple, why don't we move to Nameless Planet in the future? "
Darkshadow was slightly taken aback. Tongtian sounded so arrogant today, as if he was determined to win. Could he really have something to rely on?
…
There was actually another person on the mountain when Tongtian and his disciple ascended the mountain, but he was unlucky enough to be trapped in a secret chamber, and the situation was not looking good.
Xia Fei sat cross-legged in the middle of the secret chamber, his entire body relaxed and his breathing steady.
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