One Sword Insta-Kill, You're the Strongest Sequence: Section 17

He could not help but burst into wild laughter, the sound echoing through the factory. The cultists playing cards behind him also knew that if this succeeded, they would surely get their share of the benefits. Perhaps they could even obtain a portion of extraordinary power from Him. They immediately offered their congratulations:

"Assistant Priest, you're fucking awesome!"

Hearing his subordinates flatter him, he felt as though every hair on his body had blossomed. He was indescribably comfortable and pleased. Then Liu Shiyu, curled up in his arms, spoke softly:

"Then... when should we make our move?"

"We need to wait for the right opportunity. We can't be like that idiot Shen Li, who thought that receiving His blessing and reaching the peak of Tier One meant he could charge in alone. In the end, a mysterious expert snatched his target away."

"Even the Spirit Cult hasn't been able to uncover this mysterious expert's background. We must be more careful."

As the assistant priest spoke, he kneaded the soft fullness before him.

Outside the factory, a figure clung to the high window ledge like a giant lizard, silently listening to the conversation within.

He wore the Great Sage Mask and held a wooden stick, one hand gripping the window ledge without moving at all. His arm strength was astonishing.

The newcomer was Su Xing.

After leaving the factory, Su Xing had indeed felt the urge to kill, but he was not stupid enough to kick down the factory door and charge back in.

So, he found one of the factory's few windows, intending to find out what else they had to say.

But Su Xing had only listened halfway when—

The assistant priest inside the factory suddenly looked up. Outside the previously empty window, a somewhat blurry shadow had appeared... like a hand.

A hand?

At that thought, every hair on his body stood on end. He immediately shouted:

"Who's there?!"

The shout startled Liu Shiyu in his arms, and she fell to the ground. The assistant priest ignored her and rose to his feet, his eyes fixed firmly on the window.

Bang!!!

As his voice fell, those hands moved at once. The factory window shattered in an instant, and a blurry figure leaped in through it, falling from a great height before landing steadily on the floor.

He slowly raised his head. The dim light of the setting sun streamed through the window and shone upon his Great Sage Mask, giving everyone an eerie yet absurd feeling.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Su Xing lowered his voice. The deep sound echoed through the factory, sending chills through everyone present. Where the hell had this guy come from?!

However—

That fear did not last long. Everyone here had participated in a "Dirty Ritual." They had long since seen plenty of death, and not a single one of them was a decent person.

They all looked at Su Xing as though he were already dead.

The way he had appeared was certainly shocking.

But he was only one person. Their master, the assistant priest, and the expert under his control both possessed power far beyond that of ordinary people.

With those two protecting them,

they suddenly felt that this guy probably could not stir up much trouble.

Only the assistant priest continued staring intently at Su Xing. Su Xing's earlier words kept replaying in his mind, and after a long while, he finally asked in a grave voice:

"Did you kill Shen Li?"

He tried his best to keep his tone calm, but Su Xing still keenly noticed the suppression in his voice. He bared his pale teeth in a grin and said coldly in a low voice:

"If you mean that big guy from the other night, then I guess I was the one who killed him."

The icy voice made the assistant priest feel as if he had fallen into an ice pit, as though a savage beast had fixed its gaze on him. Every part of his body was gripped by bone-deep fear.

This guy... was definitely terrifying!

According to the Spirit Cult's investigations, they could basically confirm that this mysterious expert was not from the special department. To be honest, the assistant priest had no desire to make an enemy of the man before him. His goal was only to capture Su Yu; there was no need to fall out with another powerful expert.

He had risen step by step from an ordinary person to the position of assistant priest, so naturally he was no fool. He spoke respectfully:

"Did that idiot Shen Li offend you?"

"If so, our Spirit Cult will pursue the matter no further. You could even join our cult as an honored guest. There shouldn't be any conflict between us. What happened before was all a misunderstanding, right?"

The others in the factory had originally thought that Su Xing alone would be easy to deal with. But when they saw their assistant priest acting so respectfully, even an idiot could tell that if this man dared to come alone, he had the confidence to do so.

"Heh, offend me?"

"He didn't offend me."

Su Xing chuckled softly and replied indifferently.

After hearing that, the assistant priest thought they could turn enemies into allies and hurriedly said:

"Then..."

"Would you feel offended because an ant was yapping away in front of you?"

At Su Xing's words, his hopes of turning hostility into friendship instantly shattered. A sickly yellow tint rose to his face; he was clearly furious.

The assistant priest had not expected the man before him to be so arrogantly outrageous.

He immediately abandoned any thought of recruiting him and barked:

"Kill him!"

His tone was cold and sinister, brimming with killing intent!

As his words fell, the pupils of everyone around him, including all the cultists behind him, abruptly turned red. As if suddenly controlled, they charged madly at Su Xing.

Even though their hearts were filled with fear,

their bodies were like fearless suicide squads.

Some of them were utterly horrified. They had never imagined that the assistant priest they had always followed had already controlled them as well!

Liu Shiyu's pupils abruptly turned red too.

Her entire body began to tremble, yet she still slowly climbed up from the ground and tried to charge at Su Xing. However, the assistant priest grabbed her in his arms and said softly:

"I'd still be upset if the toy broke."

Seeing one Spirit Cult follower after another rush toward him, Su Xing narrowed his eyes and suddenly swung the wooden stick in one hand!

Buzz!

The cry of a sword suddenly rang out.

The stick in Su Xing's hand tore through the air like a sharp sword, carrying a white streak as it slashed straight into the first cultists charging toward him.

With a tearing sound—

The upper and lower bodies of the first row of cultists were suddenly split apart.

They only felt as though they had suddenly lost their balance. Their bodies seemed to fly away as endless blood abruptly filled their vision, before they mercilessly crashed onto the floor.

For a moment, blood splattered everywhere.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a blurry blade shadow cut through the air, slashing straight at Su Xing's chest with a shriek that tore through the air.

It was the Islander beside the assistant priest.

Holding a katana, he slashed at Su Xing with an extremely practiced motion. Faintly, Su Xing heard him mutter something that sounded like "sumimasen."

In his eyes,

the strength, speed, and timing of this slash were absolutely perfect. There was no way the man before him could dodge it. The only possible outcome was being cut down in a single stroke.

But the next moment,

the expression beneath his sunglasses froze.

Because Su Xing did not choose to dodge. Instead, he used the same stance—Slash—to counterattack!

The entire factory was illuminated silver-white by that slash, as though a bright moon hung overhead.

More than twenty snow-white sword lights formed a line and arrived in an instant!

Buzz!

Under the terrifying sword light, slash after slash appeared across his body. Large sprays of blood and chunks of flesh were cut from him, scattering around his body.

He stared at Su Xing in disbelief. No matter what, he had never imagined that he, a dignified peak Tier One, would be killed so cleanly and decisively by the same move.

After two strikes,

the factory had become like hell.

Blood and mangled internal organs covered the place, filling it with a pungent rusty smell. Liu Shiyu, who had never witnessed such a scene, could not help but collapse to the ground and vomit.

Su Xing raised the blood-soaked wooden stick and pointed it at the last two people, saying coldly:

"Your turn."

"Your turn."

Su Xing said coldly.