The six Samsung Zhan Zun assassins exclaimed in their hearts. While they felt pity, their eyes were filled with pride.
The corners of their mouths curled upwards, revealing a sinister smile.
Thump!
Seeing their expressions, Dongfang Zhaoyang's heart trembled. A strong killing intent appeared without warning.
He immediately reacted, but he was still half a beat too slow.
After fighting with the six assassins, he had already used up half of his dou qi. He only had about thirty to forty percent left.
Two more assassins appeared in the night sky. Facing this surprise attack, he knew he couldn't avoid it.
Sigh!
Let's go all out. Killing one is enough. Killing two is still a win.
Chi!
He dodged the Sword Qi by a hair's breadth, but the clothes on his chest were cut open.
Boom!
The Soul Chasing Crescent Blade destroyed the other sword energy.
He had already locked onto one of the assassins and was about to chase.
But he felt his scalp go numb. An aura of death rose from the bottom of his heart.
There was still one more assassin in the dark. Including the one that appeared before, there were nine in total. Dongfang Zhaoyang felt powerless.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind him, and a thin sword pierced out silently. There was no sound, no fighting spirit.
Dongfang Zhaoyang was heavily injured by this sword.
This sword was unusual. Other assassins released their dou qi, but he restrained it and didn't release it.
He had deeply experienced the terror of this sword. Back then, when it had pierced through his chest, the hidden Dou Qi had suddenly erupted.
His five viscera and six bowels, as well as his eight extraordinary meridians.
The assassin's goal was to pierce the heart.
But his heart was on the right side, so he didn't die immediately.
He didn't kill the assassin with a backhand. Instead, he used the force of the attack to escape while the assassin was still in shock.
But this time, the assassin's goal was his head. He already felt the tip of the sword pierce through his hair.
My life is over!
Dongfang Zhaoyang didn't feel any pain, no waves, no fear, only deep regret.
It was also his only regret in this life. He didn't get to go back to his hometown and visit his dead parents in the imperial mausoleum.
She wanted to accompany them and talk to them. She wanted to tell them about her experiences, her confusion, her pain, and her joy over the years …
As for his funeral, he had already told Zhang Xing about it. After he died, he would be buried together with Xiaorou. They just needed to find a quiet place in the Horizon Mountain Range.
But now that Zhang Xing's life and death were unknown, it seemed that he couldn't take care of his funeral.
At this time, the other eight Samsung Supreme Level assassins relaxed and smiled triumphantly.
Dongfang Zhaoyang was ranked eighth on their must-kill list.
They had chased after him for more than sixty years, but they had never been able to kill him.
If the current time was included, it would be 120 years.
Among them, Dongfang Zhaoyang's disappearance did not remove him from the Must-Kill List.
This was because the assassin group had to see the head and confirm that he was dead before they could erase his name.
"Ah … I've finally completed my mission!"
These nine assassins now had a certain status in the organization, but because they failed once, they left behind a failure.
For so many years, he had been brooding over it.
When the ninth assassin felt the tip of his sword touch Dongfang Zhaoyang's scalp, his heart couldn't help but beat faster.
Dongfang Zhaoyang, you, the most difficult prodigy to kill, finally died in my hands!
He screamed in his heart, but the sword in his hand didn't stop. It suddenly sped up and stabbed towards the back of Dongfang Zhaoyang's head.
But at this time, he felt a gust of cold wind blow past his head.
Then … then he fell into an endless dark space.
What's going on?
Why can't I see anything? Where am I? Where's my body?
Then, he seemed to be able to see, but he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.
I … am I dead?