The sky was dark and there was no sunlight.
In midair, the Tree Spirit frowned. He didn't think the situation would be this serious.
He said in a low voice, "No matter what, we cannot let the Samsara of Evil Thoughts consume humanity."
"So, we have to find the fragments of the Path of Heaven and the Path of Asura." Ling Xian's eyes were dark. Humanity cannot defend against the Samsara of Evil Thoughts. He must combine the Path of Heaven and the Path of Asura.
Therefore, he marched forward in giant steps and headed towards the place of danger.
However, in the next second, he stopped and looked towards the southeast.
There, a meter-long sword appeared.
It was not a heavenly weapon, but it was silent and full of killer's intent.
This sword was extraordinary. If Ling Xian didn't notice it, he would've been heavily injured if not dead.
"Assassinating me? Dream on."
Ling Xian's expression was calm. His spiritual sense was as sharp as a God's. Ambushing him was a fool's dream.
At that moment, he pointed out with his finger. The power of Yang was strong and ferocious, shattering the green peak.
At the same time, Ling Xian drew a circle in the air and a powerful suction force pulled a masked man before him.
BANG!
One kick was enough to split open a mountain. The masked man was flung out for hundreds of meters and puked out blood.
This person was not weak – he was of the advanced stage of the sage realm. However, before Ling Xian, he was like a paper window that was easily broken.
"Ehem, ehem, so strong."
The masked man continued to puke blood. He didn't think Ling Xian would notice his fatal attack. He also didn't think he wouldn't be able to defend against even one attack.
"You are not weak. You must be a gold medal assassin from the 12th floor." Ling Xian glared at the masked man.
The assassins from the 12th floor were separated into three levels: bronze, silver, and gold. The bronze was the weakest and the gold was the strongest.
Legend had it that there were 12 gold medal assassins on the 12th floor. Without exception, they were all of the sage realm and skilled in assassination.
Above the gold medal was the strongest assassin in the Ghost Realm – the leader of the 12th floor.
"That's right. I am here to kill you under the orders of the leader." The masked man's gaze was cold and his killer's intent did not diminish.
"The leader of the 12th floor underestimates me. A gold medal assassin cannot kill me."
Ling Xian said softly, "Get the f * ck out of my way. Go back and tell the leader of the 12th floor to do it himself."
"You're not worthy enough for the Tower Master to personally deal with you." The masked man sneered.
At the same time, eleven silhouettes walked out of the void. With a thrust of their swords, the mountains and rivers lost their color.
This was a sure-kill sword. It was straightforward and without any fancy moves. It could only be blocked, not evaded.
"Watch out!" The Tree Spirit's expression changed. He had thought that there was only one killer, so he had let his guard down.
The sudden appearance of eleven assassins caught him off guard. He could only watch helplessly, powerless to save them.
"I've been on guard against you."
Ling Xian's expression was calm. The Tree Spirit didn't notice these 11 assassins. It wasn't that his spiritual sense wasn't sharp enough, it was that he didn't know the dangers of the world and wasn't vigilant enough.
He had always been vigilant, so he had long discovered that there were eleven other assassins other than the masked man.
Therefore, Ling Xian remained calm and used the Unparalleled Emperor's Fists to force back the 11 heavenly swords.
The eleven assassins retreated, their eyes filled with terror.
Discovering them was already shocking enough, but dissolving their killing blow was even more shocking!
If there were people who recognized them present, they would definitely cry out in alarm, their minds greatly shaken.
This was all because they were gold medal assassins from the 12th floor. Every single one of them was famous and countless powerhouses have died by their hands.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the reputation of the 12 gold medal assassins was enough to stop babies from crying!
At this moment, the 12 gold medal assassins were forced to retreat by Ling Xian alone. How shocking was this?
If this news spread out, the entire Ghost City would be shaken!
"Take back what you said before. The 12 gold medal assassins are already giving you a lot of face."
The masked man's eyes were cold, "The last time we worked together was 80 years ago."
"You don't have the right to make me take back what I said before." Ling Xian spoke softly and calmly.
The 12 gold medal assassins were truly powerful. When they work together, nobody under the Supreme-Being level could stop them.
However, to Ling Xian, these 12 people could not even withstand a single attack.
Because his spiritual sense was comparable to a Supreme-Being, these 12 people could only fight him face to face. They could not ambush him.
"You are seeking death!" The masked man was enraged. The 11 gold medal assassins were enraged as well.
Every single one of them was a gold medal assassin that could strike terror in the Ghost City. Yet Ling Xian didn't think anything of them. Why wouldn't they be angry?
Immediately, the 12 gold medal assassins disappeared and hid in the void.
"Useless tricks. If I can find you once, I can find you again." Ling Xian's expression was emotionless. He pointed out with one finger and the void crumbled.
Two silhouettes fell powerlessly. Blood flowed endlessly and they were terrified.
What happened next sent chills down their spines.
The Emperor's Fists shocked the world and were dominating beyond compare. Ling Xian's moves were bold and undefeatable.
BOOOM!
The mountains shook and the earth cracked. The 10 gold medal assassins fell. They were all bleeding from their orifices and their bones were broken.
Ling Xian was far too powerful. After discovering where they were, they had no way of fighting back.
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
The 12 gold medal assassins were in awe. Once was a coincidence, but twice was not.
Though they didn't want to admit it, this was the reality. The technique they were so proud of could not hide from Ling Xian's spiritual sense!
"I've said it before. You guys can't kill me."
Ling Xian spoke softly. The eight transformative qualities of the Eyes of Execution appeared and heavenly light lit up the entire universe!
The demonic sword's light froze the nine heavens and the heavenly mirror pierced through the universe. The 12 of them puked out blood and didn't even have the strength to defend.
It wasn't that they were too weak, it was that Ling Xian was too strong.
He was a powerhouse of the same level. In a head-on battle, the 12 gold medal assassins could not even defend against one attack!
When he reaches the peak of the sage realm and becomes a Venerable, then he will be able to fight against those who are close to the path of cultivation!
This was how heaven-defying it was to reach the ninth undefeatable realm!
"Retreat, retreat now!"
The 12 gold medal assassins shuddered. Not even in their dreams did they think Ling Xian would be this powerful.
Remember that they were gold medal assassins from the 12th floor. When they work together, they have never lost.
Yet at this moment, they were being suppressed by one person. How unbelievable was this? If this news gets out, the 12 of them will become a laughing stock!
Thus, the 12 of them began to escape. Each of them was faster than the last. It was obvious how scared they were.
At this, Ling Xian's hands began to move. Like hundreds of thousands of mountains, the 12 people's bodies split open and they puked out mouthfuls of blood.
However, with the help of the repulsive force, they ran even faster. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.
"Why did you let them go?" The Tree Spirit frowned, realizing that Ling Xian let them go on purpose.
"They are merely a few small fries. It doesn't matter if I kill them or not."
"I let them go because I want them to tell the 12 leaders that I am not a pushover and that if they want to kill me, then do it yourself."
Ling Xian softly smiled. His enemies were the 12 leaders and the Pavilion Leader of the Cicada Pavilion. Everyone else was not worth mentioning.
"If the 12 leaders show themselves, I will kill them." The Tree Spirit chuckled.
To Ling Xian, he and the Tree Spirit did not owe each other anything. But to the Tree Spirit, he owed Ling Xian a favor.
"Thank you. Let's go get the fragment of the Sixth Samsara." Ling Xian smiled and headed towards the East.
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