Chapter Seventy-One: Assassination

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Innumerable cold stars suddenly shot out from the alley, breaking through the air with a piercing sound that resonated deeply in the ears. In the blink of an eye, they arrived right in front of Xia Chen.

  At the same time, Xia Chen's nose also caught a faint smell of fishiness, and these hidden weapons were actually coated with highly toxic poison.

  Xia Chen's expression didn't change at all, he stretched out his hand and lightly flicked it, instantly sending all the cold stars flying off. They were sharp silver needles, extremely sharp, but when they stabbed into Xia Chen's hand, they only made a sound like they had stabbed into metal, without even breaking through the skin.

  Even if only cultivating the first layer of the Great Golden Body, it far surpasses iron and stone. Even if it were a divine weapon, it would not be able to harm Xia Chen in the slightest.

  "Huh?" A sudden cry of surprise echoed through the alley, clearly not expecting Xia Chen to have such strength. However, immediately, a cold light flashing curved knife fell from the sky, spinning and flying towards Xia Chen's neck.

  This ten-character curved knife was not manipulated by anyone, but its extremely fast rotation did not make any sound. If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would probably not have had time to react before their head hit the ground.

  But Xia Chen was no ordinary person, just as the cross-shaped knife reached his back, he suddenly turned around and directly swept it away with his hand.

  Whoa, with sparks flying everywhere, that cross-shaped curved knife flipped back and shot out in the direction it came from. Its speed increased several times over.

  "Ahh!" A miserable cry, and under the bright moonlight, a rain of blood suddenly burst out. A head flew out immediately, followed by a dull thud, and the headless corpse heavily smashed to the ground.

  "Bastard, I'll kill you!" A furious woman's voice rang out, followed by a petite black figure bursting forth, with a cold light flashing in her hand, a long sword directly stabbing towards Xia Chen.

  Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred and murderous intent, apparently the person killed by Xia Chen earlier had a close relationship with her.

  Xia Chen's face was expressionless, he didn't even move, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, directly snatching the long sword from the woman.

  The swords clashed, and a burst of sparks exploded instantly. The hard long sword suddenly turned back, and Xia Chen let out a cold laugh. His hands didn't stop as he grabbed continuously, only to hear the sound of cracking and shattering non-stop. In an instant, the woman's long sword was broken into pieces in his hand, turning into countless fragments.

  The woman's eyes widened in shock, as if she had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world. Her reaction was also quite timely, and with a soft cry, her body began to rapidly retreat.

  But she was fast, Xia Chen was faster, and with a swift motion, he shot out the last long sword fragment, instantly piercing through the woman's chest, accompanied by a burst of fresh blood.

  With a deep sense of regret, the woman fell down.

  Xia Chen's expression remained unchanged, without any sympathy or mercy just because his opponent was a woman. In his eyes, anyone who wanted to kill him would have to pay the price.

  "This guy is too powerful, let's retreat!" A cold shout burst out, and the five figures hastily threw themselves out of the alley, jumped onto the wall, and were about to leave.

  "Can you walk?" Xia Chen said lightly, and with a stamp of his foot, the iron sword fragments on the ground were immediately shaken up, shooting out like a stormy rain.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  A chilling shattering sword pierced through the body, and those few people instantly let out heart-wrenching screams, tumbling down from mid-air, their bodies twitched a few times before becoming completely still.

  In the blink of an eye, seven lives were lost at Xia Chen's hands, but Xia Chen didn't show any signs of relaxation.

  Among these seven people, the highest cultivation is only the acquired fourth heavy, although the assassination method is extremely fierce, even if it is the peak of the acquired fifth heavy, it will inevitably die again in reorganization. However, wanting to deal with Xia Chen is still too much of a difference.

  "Still not out? Your subordinates are all dead!" Xia Chen said in a low voice, looking at the dark alley.

  "You're quite ruthless, killing seven of my subordinates in an instant. It seems I underestimated you. However, if you can't even handle them, then you're not worth my effort." A black-robed old man slowly emerged from the darkness.

  His eyebrows were half white, but his face was ruddy, and a pair of eyes appeared to be quite spirited. From him, a sense of oppression that transcended the five peaks of acquired nature was emitted, and he looked somewhat similar to Yang Haiming.

  That is the pressure of the sixfold after heaven.

  "What kind of person are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Xia Chen said calmly, the Sixfold Heaven's indeed considered a master, but in Xia Chen's eyes, it didn't amount to much.

  A month ago he could have killed Yang Haiming who was half a step into the Seventh Heaven, let alone now that his cultivation has made great progress.

  "The way of cultivation is survival of the fittest, I want to kill you and take your treasure, why bother asking? As for who I am? You don't need to know, all you need to know is that today is your day of death." The old man said calmly.

  Xia Chen unexpectedly glanced at him and suddenly smiled: "You're right, I don't need to know who you are."

  He took a step forward and suddenly appeared in front of the old man without any movement, then he threw a punch at the old man's face.

  The old man's eyes turned cold, and he didn't dodge at all. He also punched out: "If I'm not mistaken, your cultivation hasn't reached the sixth level of the Post-Heaven Realm, but only the peak of the fifth level. Although the technique you're cultivating is quite powerful, unfortunately, it differs by one realm, which is like the difference between a mountain and a hill. You have no chance to be compared with me."

  Bang! The two men's fists collided! After a loud crash, both of them took a step back.

  "I've only used thirty percent of my strength." The old man said proudly, "You can take this punch from me, it's already quite good, hand over the treasure and I might consider leaving your corpse intact."

  "Sorry about that." Xia Chen said calmly, "I only used 20% of my strength, and it's enough to disable one of your arms."

  "Hahaha!" The old man laughed loudly towards the sky, "Are you telling me a joke? Or have you gone mad?"

  "Isn't it a joke? Just look at your own fist and you'll know." Xia Chen said calmly.

  The old man raised his fist, and his face changed in an instant. On his fist, there were five fine and long blood marks, with fresh blood constantly gushing out, and it was unknown when he had been scratched by Xia Chen.

  Xia Chen raised his fist, and a round, sky-splitting edge appeared on the surface of his fist: "Originally, with your cultivation, even if you're not as good as me, you wouldn't be so utterly defeated. But you were too arrogant, thinking that being one realm higher than me would allow you to suppress me. In reality, it's proven that you're just blindly confident."

  "You think you can deceive me, you sly and cunning fellow!" The old man sneered, not believing him at all.

  As soon as the words fell, he let out a loud and mournful cry. His right arm was like it had been pierced by an iron drill, instantly becoming a bloody mess, cut to shreds by the sharp blade.

  Just now, when Xia Chen and he touched fists, he had already secretly stabbed the Sky Splitting Blade into his fist, the process was silent and soundless, with Xia Chen's terrifying true energy control power, the old man didn't even feel any pain.

  "Beast! I'll kill you!" The old man's face twisted in pain, bellowing loudly.

  His entire right arm was cut into powder by the sharp blade, blood splashing everywhere, and the blade was still surging upwards, wanting to chop half of his body into pieces. The old man used his true energy to block it firmly, only then did he dissolve the blade.

  "Unfortunately, you can't even kill me, let alone save your own life!" Xia Chen said coldly, suddenly pouncing forward. With a "ting" sound, the Split Heaven Blade emitted a ruthless and piercing sound as it slashed towards the old man.

  The old man gritted his teeth and endured the pain, rapidly retreating backwards. His speed was not slow, but Xia Chen was like a shadow following closely behind, with the sharp edge of his true energy already extending out nearly a foot, about to reach the old man's throat.

  The old man's eyes were filled with a look of horror and he shouted loudly: "Feng brother, save me quickly!"

  A chill ran deep from behind Xia Chen's body, carrying an aura that could annihilate everything, as if a peerless deadly weapon was swinging towards him, emitting a ferocious and soundless killing intent.

  "Let him go, or you die!" a cold voice shouted angrily.

  Xia Chen's eyes turned cold, and instead of backing off, he let out a loud roar and accelerated forward. The true energy in his hand had reached its limit, and the one-foot-long blade that protruded from it suddenly gleamed brightly, and in an instant, it grew another inch, instantly sweeping across the old man's neck.

  At the same time, Xia Chen's head didn't turn back as he stretched out his hand, fully operating the Great Golden Body Technique to counterattack the sneak attack from behind!

  Splish-splash!

  Xia Chen's palm came into contact with the cold aura, and instantly countless sparks burst out. Xia Chen's body swayed, shedding the force of the attack, and retreated several steps before he could clearly see the person in front of him.

  He was also an old man with a dignified face and a few stern colors.

  He held a black sword in his hand, emitting a chilling aura, but the eyes looking at Xia Chen were filled with shock. This was the first time someone dared to collide with his weapon with their bare hands and remained unscathed.

  What's more, this person is actually a young youth, how can this be possible!

  Xia Chen's eyes shifted, and he saw the old man's sword. He was taken aback for a moment, as this sword was one of the precious items auctioned off at the Baibao Pavilion. It was only then that Xia Chen remembered that this old man was also one of the esteemed guests in the trading arena.

  "Xu brother! How are you?" The old man stared at Xia Chen, not daring to move slightly. This young man was strong and frightening, even though he was one realm lower than him.

  Half a response was met with complete silence, and the old man Xu simply stood stiffly, his face filled with an odd expression, but his eyes had already lost their focus.

  "He's dead, don't call out for him anymore!" Xia Chen said calmly.

  As soon as the words fell, the old man Xu suddenly fell straight down to the ground, and the inch-long blade that Xia Chen had exposed was enough to take his life.

  "You're going to die!" The old man's face turned iron-gray, unable to believe that his own move had allowed Xia Chen to kill Xu Lao, and his eyes suddenly shot out an extremely cold light. "You dare to kill my friend, I want your life!"

  "You're not my match!" Xia Chen said calmly, "I can kill him, I can kill you too. Get out of here quickly, I don't want to kill anyone else, but if you want to foolishly challenge me again, I won't mind sending you to meet your friends."

  This old man's cultivation should be on par with Yang Haiming and can't possibly be Xia Chen's opponent.

  That old man gritted his teeth, although he was very unwilling, but also knew that today's matter could not be settled well. He suppressed the anger in his heart: "You are indeed ruthless, we admit defeat today, but you killed my friend, this grudge will never be resolved, you'd better watch out!"

  With a casual remark, Feng Lao lifted up Xu Lao's corpse and flew away.

  Xia Chen watched him leave, half a moment passed before he turned around and looked at a dark place: "Sir, have you seen enough? If you've seen enough, come out!"