As soon as the others heard Bai Li Changqing's words, they shouted angrily.
"Do you think you can just leave Falling Moon Pavilion at will?"
One of the assassins from Falling Moon Pavilion pointed his long blade at Bai Li Changqing, speaking coldly.
"And what if I do?" Bai Li Changqing gave him a glance, his eyes brimming with an overwhelming murderous aura.
The terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped the man. Although he had assassinated many people before, being stared down by Bai Li Changqing filled him with a deep sense of fear. His body involuntarily trembled.
"According to the rules," another assassin chimed in, "you can only leave Falling Moon Pavilion with the Pavilion Master's permission. Otherwise, if you try to leave on your own, the only outcome is..."
"Death," An Shan finished, his gaze locked on Bai Li Changqing, a mocking smile on his lips.
In An Shan's eyes, Bai Li Changqing was simply overestimating himself.
"Is that so?" Bai Li Changqing replied with a cold laugh. "Do you really think you can kill me with just this lot?"
The enforcers around them were indeed powerful, but to Bai Li Changqing, they were now no more than a nuisance—far too weak to pose a threat.
"Oh?" An Shan raised his eyebrows. "I've heard you obtained a demonic sword, greatly boosting your strength."
"It seems the rumors are true," An Shan continued, "No wonder you think you have the power to leave Falling Moon Pavilion."
With a wave of his hand, the assassins around them immediately charged at Bai Li Changqing, their movements swift and precise. As elite assassins, their speed and agility were top-notch.
In the blink of an eye, they had already closed in on Bai Li Changqing, their blades poised to slice him in half.
Bai Li Changqing narrowed his eyes.
As their weapons neared his body, he drew his sword.
With a flash of cold light, Jiemie sliced through the air in front of them.
Clang clang clang—
In an instant, the assassins' weapons were all shattered. Their bodies were also severed in half.
Swish swish swish—
Bai Li Changqing continued swinging his sword. Every assassin who rushed forward met the same fate, their bodies falling lifelessly to the ground.
[You have killed a Martial King-level warrior. Gained 1,000,000 evolution points.]
[You have killed a Martial King-level warrior. Gained 1,000,000 evolution points.]
[You have killed a Martial King-level warrior. Gained 1,000,000 evolution points.]
...
[Absorbed Martial King-level warrior's blood essence. Gained 100 energy points.]
[Absorbed Martial King-level warrior's blood essence. Gained 100 energy points.]
[Absorbed Martial King-level warrior's blood essence. Gained 100 energy points.]
...
Once again, the system's notifications flooded the screen.
"Martial Kings are now nothing to Bai Li Changqing," Ye Fan mused, watching the carnage. "But that old man... he seems to be a Martial Saint."
"If Bai Li Changqing can kill him, he'll earn a whole 100 million evolution points..."
Ye Fan's excitement grew. After all, he was only two hundred million evolution points away from evolving.
Victory was in sight.
An Shan looked on, his expression filled with shock. In just moments, Bai Li Changqing had wiped out the elite enforcers.
And now, something even stranger was happening.
The blood from the bodies on the ground was flowing into Jiemie, as if the sword was drinking it up.
"So that's why you dared to leave Falling Moon Pavilion," An Shan said, his eyes narrowing. "You've really grown much stronger."
Bai Li Changqing met An Shan's gaze, his expression unbothered. "You can either walk away or stay here forever," he said flatly.
"And what do you think I'll choose?" An Shan sneered.
In the next moment, An Shan's figure blurred, appearing instantly before Bai Li Changqing. His long sword thrust toward Bai Li Changqing's chest.
Clang—
Bai Li Changqing reacted quickly, using Jiemie to block the strike. However, the force of the impact pushed him back several steps.
"This old man really is a Martial Saint," Ye Fan commented, watching intently. "But even a Martial Saint won't be Bai Li Changqing's match for long."
"Soon, this old man will be another soul claimed by my blade!"
[Ninth-level martial technique: Sword Annihilation of the Heavens!]
Without hesitation, An Shan unleashed his powerful martial technique. A massive wave of purple energy burst forth from his sword, forming a giant sword aura that surged toward Bai Li Changqing.
"Hmph!" Bai Li Changqing's eyes remained fearless as he swung Jiemie to meet the attack head-on.
"Foolish!"
An Shan sneered internally, confident his attack would overpower Bai Li Changqing. But in the next moment, he witnessed something utterly shocking.
Bai Li Changqing's sword cleaved the massive sword aura in half, completely dissipating the energy.
"Impossible!"
An Shan's eyes widened in disbelief. In all his years, he had never seen such an impossible display.
"This is the power of the demonic sword," Bai Li Changqing said coldly, his gaze piercing through An Shan.
Before An Shan could react, Bai Li Changqing vanished like the wind and reappeared before him, thrusting Jiemie forward.
Clang—
An Shan barely managed to block the strike with his sword, but Bai Li Changqing's relentless assault continued. Each swing of Jiemie was as sharp and precise as the last, leaving An Shan no room to counter.
Before long, with a sharp crack, An Shan's S-grade sword shattered under the force of Jiemie's strike.
[Absorbed special energy. Gained 765,897 evolution points.]
Nearly 800,000 evolution points!
It wasn't as much as slaying a Martial King, but every bit counted.
Quantity leads to quality.
Spurt—
An Shan spat out a mouthful of blood, quickly retreating. In desperation, he activated his domain power, enveloping his body in a radiant purple glow that spread across the ground.
"A domain?"