Chapter 3: Blade Edge 666666
Zhang Ruochen's figure flickered as he dodged the incoming blade light, his palm striking out like a bolt of lightning, slamming heavily onto the chest of a black-clad assassin.
With a muffled groan, the assassin's chest caved in, and he flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.
"Sixth Junior Brother!"
"Damn it, kill him!"
The other assassins' eyes turned bloodshot as they charged at Zhang Ruochen like madmen.
Zhang Ruochen's expression remained calm. With a flick of his wrist, a long sword appeared in his hand. The sword light shimmered like a waterfall, instantly enveloping the assassins.
Clang, clang, clang!
Sparks flew as the weapons clashed. Zhang Ruochen's figure moved like a ghost, shuttling among the assassins. Every time the sword light flashed, an assassin fell.
In just a few breaths, all the assassins lay on the ground, either dead or wounded.
Zhang Ruochen sheathed his sword and looked coldly at the last assassin who was still breathing, saying, "Who sent you?"
The assassin gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze turned icy as he was about to take action when suddenly a sense of danger surged in his heart. He quickly stepped back.
A black light streaked down from the sky, striking the spot where he had just stood, leaving a deep pit.
Zhang Ruochen looked up and saw a figure in black standing in the air, exuding a powerful aura.
"An expert at the Fish-Dragon Realm?" Zhang Ruochen's pupils contracted slightly.
"Heh, you do have some skill, to be able to kill so many of my men." The black-clad figure spoke coldly, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.
Zhang Ruochen held his sword horizontally, his gaze sharp. "Who are you?"
"You don't need to know who I am; you just need to know that today is your death day." The black-clad figure said, raising his hand and forming a hand seal, a black light ball gathering in his palm.
Zhang Ruochen's expression turned serious as he sensed the terrifying power within the light ball. He knew he couldn't take it head-on.
Just as he was about to dodge, the black-clad figure suddenly appeared in front of him, the light ball in his hand slamming down.
"Not good!"
Zhang Ruochen's face changed drastically as he hurriedly raised his sword to block.
A loud explosion rang out, and Zhang Ruochen's body was sent flying, crashing heavily into a wall behind him, the wall crumbling instantly.
"Cough, cough..."
Zhang Ruochen struggled to stand up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His internal organs felt as if they were on fire, and his arm holding the sword was numb.
"Just a mere Saint Realm cultivator dares to act recklessly in front of me?" The black-clad figure sneered, stepping toward Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a fierce light flashing in his eyes. "Do you really think you can kill me?"
"Oh? Do you still have some trick up your sleeve?" The black-clad figure said disdainfully.
Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, and a mysterious power began to surge within him. His aura grew stronger and stronger.
The black-clad figure's expression finally changed slightly. "This is... the power of the Sacred Mark?"
"Correct!" Zhang Ruochen shouted, and a dazzling light burst from his body, forming a massive Sacred Mark behind him.
The Sacred Mark spun, emitting a terrifying pressure that made the black-clad figure's face turn pale.
"Impossible! How could you possibly activate the Sacred Mark?" the black-clad figure exclaimed in disbelief.
Zhang Ruochen didn't answer. He raised his hand, and the Sacred Mark transformed into a beam of light, shooting toward the black-clad figure.
"Damn it!"
The black-clad figure's face changed drastically as he hurriedly formed hand seals, unleashing his strongest defensive technique.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out, and the black-clad figure's defensive technique shattered like paper, his body being sent flying.
"Pfft!"
The black-clad figure spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen. "You... you actually..."
"Go to hell!" Zhang Ruochen didn't give him a chance to speak. His figure flashed, appearing in front of the black-clad figure, and he stabbed out with his sword.
The black-clad figure's eyes were filled with despair as he watched the sword tip rapidly enlarge in his sight.
At that critical moment, a powerful aura suddenly descended from the sky, directly shattering Zhang Ruochen's sword.
Zhang Ruochen's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly retreated, looking up into the sky.
I saw a figure in white standing in the void, exuding an aura that made even the heaven and earth tremble.
"Great... Great Saint!" the black-clad figure exclaimed in shock.
The white-clad figure glanced at the black-clad figure, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Useless trash."
"Yes, yes, I am useless, please spare my life, Great Saint!" The black-clad figure knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
The white-clad figure ignored him, instead turning to look at Zhang Ruochen, a strange light flashing in his eyes. "Interesting, a mere Saint Realm cultivator can actually activate the Sacred Mark. It seems you have quite a secret."
Zhang Ruochen's expression was grim, his hand gripping the sword hilt tightly. "Who are you?"
"You don't need to know who I am; you just need to know that your life is mine to take." The white-clad figure said calmly, raising his hand and pointing a finger at Zhang Ruochen.
A terrifying power surged out, instantly locking onto Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen's face changed drastically. He wanted to dodge, but found his body completely immobilized, unable to move at all.
"Is this the power of a Great Saint?" Zhang Ruochen felt despair for the first time.
Just as the finger power was about to strike Zhang Ruochen, a golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, directly shattering the white-clad figure's attack.
"Hmm?" The white-clad figure's expression changed slightly, looking up into the sky.
I saw a golden light descending from the sky, landing in front of Zhang Ruochen, revealing an old man in a golden robe.
"Master!" Zhang Ruochen exclaimed in surprise.
The old man in the golden robe nodded slightly, then turned to look at the white-clad figure, his gaze sharp. "I didn't expect a dignified Great Saint to bully a junior. Don't you find it shameful?"
The white-clad figure's face turned ugly. "Who are you?"
"You don't deserve to know my name." The old man in the golden robe said coldly, raising his hand and striking out a palm.
A golden palm print appeared in the sky, pressing down toward the white-clad figure.
The white-clad figure's face changed drastically as he hurriedly unleashed his full power to resist.
Boom!
With a loud explosion, the white-clad figure's body was sent flying, blood spraying wildly as he crashed heavily to the ground.
"You... you are a Saint King!" the white-clad figure exclaimed in terror.
The old man in the golden robe ignored him, turning to Zhang Ruochen and saying, "Let's go."
"Yes, Master." Zhang Ruochen nodded, following the old man in the golden robe as they disappeared into the distance.
The white-clad figure struggled to stand up, looking at the direction Zhang Ruochen had disappeared, a flicker of fear in his eyes. "Who exactly is that kid? To actually have a Saint King protecting him..."
After a long while, he took a deep breath, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "No matter who you are, since you've offended the Black Market First Class Hall, you're dead for sure!"