Assassination Squad

Xu Feng's mood was quite good, as a spar that had just ended gave him new insights into his own strength. However, at this moment, an elusive killing intent suddenly appeared in the corridor.

Let me guess! Which side are you people from...

Before his voice faded, several figures suddenly darted out from the shadows on both sides of the corridor, surrounding him tightly. These people had black cloth tied over their faces, revealing only pairs of cold eyes.

Their movements were uniform, obviously having undergone strict training, and every positioning sealed off all of Xu Feng's retreats.

Xu Feng's gaze swept across them one by one. This was an assassination squad, and one specially prepared for him at that.

All members are Spirit Saints, though only seven! Are you people underestimating me a bit too much?

An assassination squad composed of seven Spirit Saints was a force that would make even a Spirit Douluo feel tricky in any place, yet in Xu Feng's eyes, they seemed merely like a group of clowns.

The leading man in black had ferocity flash in his eyes, and he waved his hand abruptly, "Do it!"

The seven figures moved at the same time. Their speed was shockingly fast, releasing their spirit abilities at almost the exact same time. Flames, frost, lightning, wind blades... attacks of all kinds poured toward Xu Feng like a violent storm.

However, Xu Feng only snapped his fingers unhurriedly.

His hair began to change, and the clothes on his upper body shattered in an instant, revealing a physique that could be called perfect—toned, eight-pack abs—while his lower body was wrapped in a set of quaintly-styled armor.

"Never for a moment felt grief over Baie's departure. Next, arriving at the battlefield is Wandi!"

The attacks of the seven Spirit Saints landed on him completely at this moment. Flames exploded on him, frost froze him, lightning raged inside his body, and wind blades cut his skin.

A succession of explosions rang out in the corridor. The floor of the entire corridor was blasted into a huge crater, and the walls were covered with cracks, as if they would collapse at any moment.

The seven men in black stopped their attacks and stared vigilantly at the center of the smoke and dust. Their breathing was somewhat rapid; that previous round of attacks had consumed nearly half of their spirit power, but to ensure foolproof success, they had held nothing back.

"Is he dead?" a man in black asked in a low voice, not quite certain that this Prince of Qin had died just like that.

"It's impossible for him not to die. Even if he were a Spirit Douluo, it's impossible for him to be unscathed under such dense attacks."

"We used our full strength after all. Even a spirit beast should have been blasted into slag."

The leading man in black narrowed his eyes. His spiritual power swept through the smoke and dust, yet he found nothing at all, which made unease rise in his heart. Logically speaking, even if the target was blasted to death, the aura of a corpse should still remain.

"Be careful, he might..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from the smoke and dust, carrying banter and mockery, "Your attacks are over, then it's my turn..."

The seven men in black released their spirit abilities once again, trying to stop the owner of that voice. However, a figure had already rushed out from the smoke and dust, with a speed so fast that it made them completely unable to react.

Xu Feng appeared in front of a man in black. His right fist was clenched tightly, and the muscles on his arm bulged high. He did not use any spirit abilities, simply throwing a punch straightforwardly.

Terror flashed in that man in black's eyes. He wanted to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be pinned in place and unable to move at all. He could only watch helplessly as that fist magnified in front of his eyes, and then...

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, that man in black's head exploded like a watermelon, and fresh blood splattered, staining the surrounding walls red. His body still maintained a standing posture, collapsing with a crash only after a few seconds.

"Impossible! How can you still be alive?!"

The remaining six men in black retreated simultaneously. With the round of attacks they just executed, it would have been impossible even for a Spirit Douluo to emerge unscathed. He was merely a Spirit King, yet he did not even have a single scrape.

Xu Feng shook the fresh blood off his hands and looked back at these men in black.

"You should have investigated me and known that I can borrow the power of a friend. Might as well tell you, the passive of this friend of mine is, Undying."

As his voice fell, his entire person vanished from the spot once more.

The six men in black simultaneously felt a chill rise from the bottoms of their hearts. They frantically released their spirit abilities, attempting to stop that demon's approach.

However, these attacks landed on Xu Feng as if sinking into the sea. He completely ignored all attacks, walking leisurely like a stroll through a courtyard through the blockade of those spirit abilities, and appeared in front of another man in black.

"No!"

That man in black only had time to emit a miserable scream before Xu Feng's fist had already pierced his chest, the fist bursting out from his back. That man in black lowered his head to look at the hole in his chest, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair, and then slowly fell down.

"Devil! He is a devil!"

The remaining five men in black completely collapsed. They began to retreat frantically, wanting to escape this terrifying place. Yet how could Xu Feng possibly give them this opportunity?

He appeared behind a man in black, his palm chopping down like a blade to directly sever the opponent's neck. That head rolled a few times on the ground, its face still carrying a terrified expression.

"No! Don't come over!"

"We surrender! We surrender!"

The remaining four men in black completely lost the will to fight, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy while trembling all over. However, there was no pity in Xu Feng's eyes; he walked toward them step by step, every step seeming to tread upon their hearts.

"When you came to kill me, you should have prepared yourselves—the preparedness called death."

He killed the other three men in black, then reached out to pinch the last man in black's neck, giving it a gentle twist.

"Crack!"

A crisp bone-breaking sound rang out, and that man in black's body collapsed limply. Xu Feng let go of his hand, leaving that corpse to drop to the ground.

He looked around. Seven corpses lay sprawled on the ground in disarray. He shook the fresh blood off his hands; the assassination squad composed of seven Spirit Saints hadn't even lasted two minutes before being completely wiped out by him.

"It seems over there is more interesting..."

Xu Feng's gaze turned to the other side, which was the direction of the Heaven Soul Empire's lounge. From there, he sensed a powerful aura, even stronger than the seven Spirit Saints combined just now—it was a kind of aura that made even him feel excited.

He was going to take a look over there. Perhaps there would be unimaginable surprises waiting for him, such as some Supreme Elder of the Holy Ghost Church whose head was extremely muddled.