Chapter 61

"Damn!"

In the heavy rain, the two assassins' faces turned ghastly. The leader of the assassins, without any hesitation, threw the highly toxic fire needle on the ground, but it was too late.

Just as they had anticipated, the golden needle was indeed coated with a deadly poison. The toxic fumes slowly seeped through the skin, mixing with the blood and spreading rapidly. A scorching warmth surged through the veins, causing the flesh to rot from the outside in and from the inside out.

"Ah~" The black-clad man, unable to control the spread of the poison, pressed his left hand hard against his right arm and leaned against the wall, screaming in pain: "Brother, save me, it's a deadly poison."

The leader of the assassins was also affected by the poison, but his cultivation was far superior to that of the black-clad man. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he did not lose his composure.

"Quick, use your true qi to suppress it, don't let the poison enter your lungs..."

After saying this, the two quickly sat cross-legged and began to channel their qi. Their right hands, which had turned bright red like cooked pig hooves, emitted a steady stream of heat.

The mystic true qi indeed had the effect of suppressing the poison. After the two used their true qi to suppress it, the spread of the poison visibly slowed down. However, the life and death qi of Feng Dajue was not something ordinary, and the power of Hong Yuan's spirit qi was far beyond what a Spirit Martial Realm expert could suppress. The two could only temporarily slow down the spread of the poison.

"Brother, it's no use, the poison is suppressed, but we can't hold on for long."

The black-clad man's body trembled with pain, his lips quivered, and his speech became slurred...

"Damn it, if I find out who this 'Evil Emperor' is, I won't let him off."

The leader of the assassins, who understood the terror of the poison, had seen countless poisons, none of which could compare to what he had encountered today. He looked around cautiously, his eyes filled with a ruthless expression. He clenched his teeth and, with his left hand, swiftly reached into his waist and pulled out a sharp, gleaming dagger.

Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, the leader of the assassins slashed his right wrist with the dagger. With a "pu" sound, his right hand was severed at the wrist, and a gush of blood spurted out, splattering everywhere.

"Ah~"

The intense pain almost made him faint, but the leader of the assassins endured it and threw the dagger to his brother.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Shut up, if you want to survive, act now. Don't wait until the poison enters your body, or it will be too late..."

Feng Jueyu, hiding on the roof, hissed through his teeth. This guy has a heart of stone, he can really do it. Hehe, but this is better, without your right hand, how will you hold a sword?

His gaze fell on the black-clad man, and Feng Jueyu waited quietly. Chop, chop quickly, once you're done, I'll send you to the afterlife.

The black-clad man knew the leader of the assassins was not exaggerating. He nodded, gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger, closed his eyes, and slashed his right wrist.

"Pu!"

Blood splattered, and his right wrist fell to the ground...

"Quick, stop the bleeding and leave immediately." The leader of the assassins pressed several major acupoints on his right wrist and tore a piece of cloth from his clothes to wrap around his hand. By the time he finished, he was already on the verge of collapse.

"Good opportunity!"

Feng Jueyu, hiding on the roof, his eyes lit up. He suddenly leaped into the alley, like a large bird descending from the sky. He picked up a seven-foot-long sword left by a dead assassin and, with a swift step, used the cover of the night to dart towards the leader of the assassins.

Capture the king first!

For these people who put their lives on the line and could even cut off their own right hand, Feng Jueyu had no patience to waste words. Since they had offended him, they would have to pay the price.

Feng Jueyu, in his flowing robe, moved with a nimble gait through the torrential rain, his sword pointing to where a brilliant sword light would shine.

The life and death qi in this world's martial realm was fundamentally different from the colors of purple, white, gold, green, orange, blue, and green. However, if one reached the life and death qi, a faint white and black light would still be visible.

Especially at this critical moment of life and death, Feng Jueyu did not believe that his life and death qi could be powerful enough to surpass seven or eight levels and defeat an opponent two levels higher than himself...

Even if the opponent was poisoned and had not cleared it...

Even if the opponent had lost a powerful right hand...

Even if they were on the brink of death...

As the king of assassins, Evil Emperor Feng Jueyu would not give them even the slightest chance to resist.

A qualified assassin does not aim for a single strike to be fatal...

They never give their target a chance to survive...

Swish!

The sword light flashed, and the leader of the assassins was instantly terrified. He instinctively turned his head to avoid Feng Jueyu's sword aimed at his throat, his body leaning back and taking two steps, then slamming against the wall.

There was no way, the alley was deep and narrow, not the best place for a decisive battle. Feeling the sudden sword attack, the leader of the assassins' hair stood on end, and large beads of sweat dripped down.

"Who is it?"

"The one who will take your life..."

Feng Jueyu growled, his sword momentum undiminished. As his right foot landed, he fanned his left sleeve towards the leader of the assassins' face. The leader of the assassins instinctively raised his hand to block, but he forgot that his right hand had already been cut off. Feng Jueyu's palm was just a fraction away, but he could not block it.

Slap! A crisp sound of a slap echoed, and the leader of the assassins was sent flying, spitting blood, and several teeth shot out of his mouth like mud balls.

"Brother."

The black-clad man never expected that someone would ambush them in the rain. He and his brother were assassins, and as assassins, they were ambushed: "Scoundrel, dare you!"

The black-clad man was shocked and, ignoring his injuries, lunged forward.

Feng Jueyu was about to use all his strength to kill the leader of the assassins first, but he saw a massive object like a tank charging towards him. He paused, then used a bit of force to retreat five feet, positioning the black-clad man within the range of his sword.

"Looking for death, I'll grant it to you..."

Lunge, fan, retreat, Feng Jueyu's movements were nearly flawless. In the eyes of the leader of the assassins, these three actions had no connection, but he managed to execute them perfectly, without any flaws.

Each of his movements was executed perfectly, without wasting a single bit of strength, looking smooth and natural, a peak technique that any assassin aspired to achieve!

From being ambushed to being injured, it took only a few moments, and the leader of the assassins had no chance to catch his breath. When his second brother lunged forward to block Feng Jueyu, the leader of the assassins finally had the opportunity to see the skills of the attacker.

He was also an experienced assassin, though not highly cultivated, but he understood the techniques of assassins well. This was clearly something only an assassin who had completed countless difficult tasks could do. Who was this person?

The leader of the assassins, who had doubts about Feng Jueyu's identity, had no chance to think further because he saw Feng Jueyu's sword, like a venomous snake, strike towards his second brother...

"Second brother, be careful..."

It was all in vain...

The leader of the assassins knew that even if he warned his brother, it would be in vain, but he still shouted, venting his grief and anger...

Feng Jueyu, retreating like a ghost in another dimension, suddenly changed his retreat into a charge. His long sword, though ordinary, and his sword techniques, though simple, exuded a terrifying killing aura. That sharp strike looked so simple, yet it was impossible to defend against.

"Pu!"

The sword pierced the neck, entering from the right side and exiting from the left, bringing a warm stream of blood to the throat.

Feng Jueyu's strike was extremely precise, timed and aimed perfectly. The sword cut through the black-clad man's throat, directly destroying his life force.

An assassin kills, not aiming for a single strike to be fatal...

Feng Jueyu killed the black-clad man with one move, solving the problem.

Of course, the successful killing of a True Martial Realm expert was largely due to the toxicity of the highly toxic fire needle, which made the opponent cut off his right hand, significantly reducing his strength. Otherwise, Feng Jueyu would not have been foolish enough to come down and fight a True Martial and a Spirit Martial expert.

This was Feng Jueyu's personality; once given a chance, he would never let the tiger return to the mountain.

"Second brother... Damn it, I'll fight you to the death..."

The leader of the assassins screamed, his back arching with a huge green bulge, clearly channeling his true qi to the extreme, using the external release of true qi to propel his body forward like a tiger.

Feng Jueyu, seeing this, without hesitation, pushed out a palm, striking the sword hilt and using the life and death qi.

The long sword shot out like an arrow, aiming for the opponent's face. At the same time, the palm strike did not diminish, and with a flip of the wrist, he struck the dead black-clad man's head, sending it flying as a second "projectile" following the sword towards the leader of the assassins.

He did this because Feng Jueyu could not engage the opponent head-on. The sword would not stop the leader of the assassins, but he was sure the leader would not want to harm his brother's head.

This was the opponent's weakness. As long as he found the enemy's weakness, no matter how strong they were, they would not be a competent assassin.

"Go to hell..."

The rain and wind continued, thunder and lightning raged, the palm wind shot out, and neither of them retreated. An assassin does not retreat, and the leader of the assassins understood this, as did Feng Jueyu.

The third strike was Feng Jueyu's thunderous palm technique...

Whoosh!

As expected, the leader of the assassins used his true qi to block the sword but did not strike the flying head. Feng Jueyu, moving like a cat, traced an "S" shape in the alley, taking the opportunity to kill the opponent from under his armpit, striking a powerful palm from below, and slamming the leader of the assassins against the wall.

Immediately, Feng Jueyu's hands moved swiftly, using the 36 Small Seizing Hands technique to quickly dislocate 17 joints of the leader of the assassins, rendering him disabled. To ensure safety, the final palm strike destroyed the opponent's dantian true qi...

"Tell me, how did you get in?"

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