Prelude to the Holy War (Part 1)

After hearing Cai'er's answer, Shu Yongxiao's gaze finally softened again. "Your understanding is acceptable. But I must tell you—and emphasize—that the true essence of an assassin is not three things, but only one: a single strike."

"The Tree Demon God's Cultivation Level was originally inferior to mine. I had countless ways to kill him; I did not even need to expend fifty percent of my strength. So why did I go all out, willingly consume so much of myself, and use only one strike? Think carefully about it. This is not merely the essence of an assassin; it is also the habit an assassin must truly master. An assassin's attack must never have a second attempt. Otherwise, it is failure."

Shu Yongxiao had not said much, yet these few brief words had already opened a gate in Cai'er's heart leading to the pinnacle of the assassin's path.

Shu Yongxiao turned his gaze toward Long Haochen, who hovered in the air above the center of the battlefield, and a subtle change appeared in his eyes.

He must have discovered my attack. Otherwise, he would not have ignored the Tree Demon God's domain. But how did he discover it?

On a vast battlefield of more than two hundred thousand people, circumstances shifted in the blink of an eye. At the very moment Shu Yongxiao killed the Tree Demon God, Long Haochen also made his move.

A cluster of emerald-green light lit up at his chest. Immediately afterward, that green light turned into a striking pillar in the pitch-black night sky and shot straight toward the Tree Demon God's Demon God Pillar.

The emerald radiance carved a dazzling streak through the air and landed squarely on the Demon God Pillar.

At once, the Demon God Pillar, which had just been baring its fangs