Belated Retribution

Within a magnificently adorned courtyard of Imperial City Academy, a young man wore a furious expression. "What did you say? You actually let him return alive? What the hell are you all good for? Are you all looking to die?"

This person was Huang Xiaotian. He had originally dispatched Death Warriors Number Twenty-Five through Thirty—five death warriors who had remained by his side—yet they had gone and never returned. With the Lineage's support, these loyal death warriors had been specially trained for him. They had been cultivated for more than a decade, from when he was very young until now, and only fifty had been produced in total.

These people had been forcibly stimulated with medicines until they reached the Spirit Practitioner Realm. It could be said that they had completely lost any potential to advance. Even all sensation in their bodies had been entirely suppressed by the drugs.

They were the Lineage's most precious assassins, the sort who knew only how to complete their missions and disregarded everything else. Every one of them was a trump card in his hand, a precious resource at his disposal. In the future, they might even have become powerful helpers in his struggle for authority within the Lineage. Yet now, five had been lost just like that.

At first, Huang Xiaotian had not felt that there was any problem, because he did not believe the death warriors under his command could fail.

But now, Huang Xiaotian could not help becoming enraged. Huo Hai had returned alive—and entirely unscathed. Yet his five death warriors had simply vanished. If the target had not died, they would certainly have returned to report.

But now, this could only prove that the five of them were dead. Huang Xiaotian did not believe Huo Hai had done this himself,