Dongfang Zhaoyang could only sense six sword auras, but he knew that there were still hidden assassins that had not moved.
However, he did not have time to think too much. Killing intent was coming, he had to get through this first.
Just as the six sword auras appeared, Dongfang Zhaoyang waved his arms.
A thirty-three foot long crescent blade appeared out of thin air.
Instantly, the blade light filled the sky as six powerful blade auras met the sword auras.
Boom!
Almost at the same time, the blade light and sword auras collided, creating a black hole in the night sky around Dongfang Zhaoyang.
The crescent blade was Dongfang Zhaoyang's famous weapon, named Soul Chasing.
He remembered that he had sealed his blade for forty-one years and six months.
Today, no, two months ago, he had prepared to use his blade.
However, he did not expect that his first battle with the Soul Chasing Blade would be against old acquaintances of the assassin group.
Although he did not know their names, they had chased after him for nearly seventy years since they were one-star War Reverends.
Their cultivation levels were also increasing at the same time.
However, after recuperating for a few decades, his cultivation level had regressed.
These assassins were also stuck at this threshold, and they did not improve.
It seemed that they would reach this realm in their lifetime, and there was no possibility of improvement.
It had to be said that the heavens seemed to be playing with him.
If he did not suffer such serious injuries, his cultivation level would have risen to four-star, or even five-star War Reverend realm.
These people should have died under his blade long ago, replaced by higher-level assassins.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world …
The seven of them exchanged three hundred and sixty moves in an instant. Dongfang Zhaoyang was already panting from exhaustion, and the hands holding the blade were trembling.
Dongfang Wang, who was a hundred meters away, wanted to rush over several times, but was stopped by Xin Chang.
He did not say much, and only held Dongfang Wang's arm, not letting go.
Sigh!
I'm old!
Dongfang Zhaoyang sighed in his heart.
When he was still a two-star War Reverend, not to mention these six people, he would not be at a disadvantage even if he fought against ten people at the same time.
Among these six people, four of them had been defeated by him and had almost died under his blade.
However, he could only be on par with them now, and was even at a disadvantage.
The six assassins were not much better, their arms were also numb, and they were sweating profusely.
This old man's strength had regressed, but he could still fight against six people at once, as expected of the prodigy who had the most hope of becoming a Saint.
But … what a pity, what a pity, hehe!
The six assassins couldn't help but feel pity and ridicule.
It could only be said that Dongfang Zhengyang had a pair of short-sighted eyes. He had destroyed his own dynasty.
For the sake of a lousy throne, he was so ruthless towards his own younger brother.
What else could he be if he wasn't a rat? Furthermore, everyone could see Dongfang Zhaoyang's determination to give up the position of Crown Prince.
His ambitions were lofty, and his aspirations were higher than the heavens. Everyone knew that cultivators of our generation had to go against the heavens. If we didn't become saints, everything would be in vain.
However, Dongfang Zhengyang was the only one who could not see his brother's ambition. He always thought that Dongfang Zhengyang was the biggest threat.
However, for the sake of the throne, Dongfang Zhengyang's actions were understandable. However, he had to open his eyes and see clearly what kind of person Zhaoyang was.
If his younger brother, Zhaoyang, became a saint, the Two Blessings of the Dongfang family would not be far from becoming a seventh class empire.
Now, under Dongfang Zhengyang's leadership, the Two Blessings had been living like a day for a hundred years.
They could only do whatever they wanted in a fifth class empire and below, and still felt proud of themselves, thinking that they were so wise.
Dongfang Zhengyang became the ruler of a country, and gathered all the resources in the country, but he was only a Two-Star War Venerable now.
In the eyes of the upper echelons of the assassin organization, Dongfang Zhengyang was no different from a stupid pig.
However, this was an internal matter of the Dongfang family, and they were happy to watch the show and laugh at it.
After all, Dongfang Zhaoyang becoming a saint would not benefit the assassin organization. Instead, it would cause them to be suppressed.