At this moment, outside the castle, Prince Namgong had already beaten Number 48 half to death.
After losing an arm, Number 48's current state was not even at the pinnacle of Level 9 Martial Ancestor Realm. Under the attacks of Prince Namgong who had activated his Battle Qilin state, he was soon unable to hold on.
"You have the ability..." Number 48 was extremely unwilling. If Lin Yun had not chopped off his arm, how could Prince Namgong defeat him?
"If you don't have the ability, don't talk nonsense." Prince Namgong stepped on Number 48's head to the ground. In an instant, Number 48's head sank deep into the ground.
Prince Namgong's expression was solemn. The pair of Qilin horns on his head frantically gathered the power of thunder and lightning. In the blink of an eye, a ball of light containing the power of thunder and lightning appeared between Prince Namgong's horns.
Number 48 seemed to have sensed the terrifying aura in the air and kept waving his hands. However, Prince Namgong did not show any mercy. He blasted the ball of light on his head onto Number 48's body.
Lightning flashed in all directions. After a loud bang, a huge pit appeared where Prince Namgong was standing. Under his feet was a charred corpse.
Assassin No. 48 from the Assassination Society's headquarters, dead!
Prince Namgong heaved a sigh of relief. If Lin Yun had not chopped off Number 48's arm, he definitely would not have been able to defeat him. The difference in strength was still too great.
"When can I catch up to you?" Prince Namgong turned his head to look at the huge black cube. He was not worried at all that something would happen to Lin Yun. In his heart, Lin Yun was invincible.
"It's time to help the big guy." Prince Namgong raised his foot and used all his strength to stomp Number 48's head into a meat paste. Then, he turned around and walked towards the castle.
At the same time, the ancient castle suddenly collapsed. Bursts of fire shot out from the castle. The temperature was so high that even Prince Namgong, who was hundreds of meters away, could feel it.
"Damn it!" Prince Namgong's expression changed, and he quickly ran over.
A few figures supported each other as they walked out of the ancient castle. All of their faces were covered in dust and dirt, and they looked shocked.
"Hana Mio, are you guys okay?" When Prince Namgong saw Hana Mio and the others, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that something had happened to them, and he didn't know how to explain it to Lin Yun.
Hana Mio nodded.
"Where's Xia Yan?" Prince Namgong looked around but did not find Shanghai Xiayan.
"He's still inside. He looks a little different." Hana Mio told Prince Namgong about what happened in the castle.
"It seems that assassin is courting death." Prince Namgong sneered. He knew the secret in Shanghai Xiayan's body, but he didn't expect assassin 33 to accidentally activate the magic core in Shanghai Xiayan's body.
Bang!
A loud sound reached the ears of Prince Namgong and the others. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the ancient castle, which had been standing for a long time, had completely collapsed in the big explosion, losing its former elegance.
The castle, the former headquarters of the Assassination Association, had turned into ruins.
Not far away, Yasuo was still in the same half-squatting posture. Among the frozen cherry blossoms in the sky, number 25's figure would appear every time.
Yasuo was now covered in blood, and the place where he stood was almost covered in blood.
"Are you going to die like this?" Number 25's figure appeared again, and he stabbed Yasuo again. This was the ninety-ninth strike, and he mocked.
This time, the sword stabbed Yasuo's thigh, but Yasuo's eyes were still closed.
"It's time for you to die. I only have one hundred strikes. No one has ever survived my 'Sword of a Thousand Words' for more than one hundred strikes, and you are no exception. " Number 25 shook his head and turned back into a cherry blossom petal. In the sky, the last cherry blossom petal disappeared, and in its place was number 25 holding the sword.
Number 25's sword was aimed at Yasuo's throat.
Yasuo didn't open his eyes.
When number 25's sword was only three inches away from Yasuo's throat.
Yasuo didn't open his eyes.
When the sword was one inch away from his throat, Yasuo opened his eyes.
Facing the sword that was only one inch away from him, Yasuo opened his eyes.
His eyes were like the calm surface of the sea, without any ripples, like Mount Tai, standing there.
At this moment, Yasuo's aura had completely disappeared, and even his breath of life had completely disappeared.
Yasuo acted completely out of instinct, a reflexive action. He bent his waist, and the sword was already three feet away.
The sky-blue light of the demon sword was like mercury spilling onto the ground, and a hair-raising aura enveloped a radius of three feet.
One couldn't see the swaying edge of the sword, nor could they see the layers of sword energy. Only the flashes of blue light could be seen.
Number 25 only saw a flash of blue light in front of him, and his body was already flying backward. What he saw was his bloodied lower body, and Yasuo, who was still half-squatting on the ground.
The surroundings were strangely quiet. Prince Namgong and the others saw this scene, but they didn't know what happened.
They only saw a flash of blue light, and then number 25's body was separated.
They were very sure that they didn't see Yasuo move a single step, and his entire body was still in its previous position.
"What kind of sword technique is this?" Number 25 was a little puzzled. The sword was very fast, so fast that even though his body was separated, his brain was still conscious.
Yasuo straightened his body, turned around, and said to number 25, "Three Feet Domain."
"Three Feet …" Number 25 didn't understand how he died until he died.
Yasuo looked at the sword in his hand. In fact, just now, he had given this technique a name — Three Feet Domain.
Just now, he had broken through his limit. In a ten-thousandth of a second, he drew and sheathed the sword, without any immortal energy. Three feet was exactly the length of his demon sword. This was the highest realm for a swordsman.
Becoming one with the sword was a swordsman's lifelong pursuit.
The sword followed the man, and the man followed the sword. One strike was one strike.
This was a technique that Lin Yun had told him. It was rumored to be the technique that Wu Zun, who had been using the sword all his life, was most proud of.
However, that Wu Zun used ten feet as his domain.
Within ten feet, Wu Zun was invincible.
"What a domineering sword technique." Even though he was seriously injured, Yasuo still felt extremely excited.
Although he couldn't reach the level where Wu Huang was invincible within three feet, at the very least, he would be invincible when he faced the level four Wu Huang again.
"Big Brother Yasuo … What was that technique you used just now?" Hana Mio asked in admiration as Yasuo walked toward Prince Namgong and the others.
They had seen Yasuo's "Three Feet Domain," but they didn't understand how Yasuo killed number 25.
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