Assassination Once More

Assassination Once More

Dawn had already broken. Lin Yu stood there, seemingly having gained some insight. The aura around him fluctuated, then erupted in an instant. Powerful spiritual energy swirled around his body, shaking up the dust that had settled nearby. Within that aura was an additional ripple of spiritual power.

"This level of spiritual power should be about enough. Body Tempering Level Four. Tonight is a moonless night for killing; three thousand soldiers scale the mountain." Lin Yu had no way to deal with three thousand soldiers, but a few commanders were still within his grasp. He stood there and smiled, then vanished without a trace.

Darkness descended. Lin Yu stood where he was and said calmly, "It is not that I wish to kill you. I have no choice. If I do not kill you, then the one who dies will be me." With a spirit sword in hand and a smile on his face, he looked at Commander Zhang. "Do you know why you were my first choice?"

"General Flame Dragon's departure should have had something to do with you, shouldn't it?" He had always known that Flame Dragon had been protecting the entire army. Now that Flame Dragon was gone, the army's soul had scattered. What could they use to fight? They had already lost all chance of victory.

Lin Yu glanced at him. He was utterly stunned that he had been played by someone like this for so long. But he quickly said, "That is right. General Flame Dragon's departure did have something to do with me. I greatly admired the senior. He taught me quite a few assassination techniques. There was already deadly poison in your body—you should know that very well."

"That is also why I chose you first. What I intend to do is trade your heads for a spell of peace. I wonder, are you willing?"

What could Commander Zhang say now? Poison already coursed through his body. Refusing meant death, and agreeing also meant death. It was all the same, so what was there to be willing or unwilling about? His eyes closed tightly, and he did not say a word.

"This is the first time I have felt that you are not afraid of death." The moment Lin Yu said that, he sliced Commander Zhang's head off. As his sword flashed, blood spurted out. He said softly, "One head in exchange for peace for the people on both sides—why not?" Blood splashed across the tent, while those outside still had no idea what had happened.

Lin Yu had already disappeared. When the guards outside entered, all they saw was a pool of blood. Lin Yu raised his head and asked, "The death knell should be ringing now, shouldn't it?" As he spoke, another head appeared in his hand. The death knell rang, and the soldiers all knew what had happened. Lin Yu thought to himself, What a pity. There are two fellows who make suggestions whose heads I cannot take yet. I can only wait for next time.

With One Sword, another general's head appeared in his hand.

Many commanders understood that this war, which should never have happened in the first place, was finally time to end. Lin Yu watched from the side as the death knell rang again and again. In an instant, the army's morale completely collapsed. They did not know how those great generals had died, nor who possessed such ability.

"Bing Sheng, was it you?" At that moment, the people in the same tent saw Lin Yu's figure. Lin Yu shook his head and said, "Sorry. I used you. Bing Sheng has already left. I am now merely an infiltrator, the one who will end this war."

He smiled faintly and continued, "For the sake of the porridge you gave me, I will not kill you. Leave the camp early. This war is over." Lin Yu sighed as he spoke. Perhaps it truly was over—or perhaps it had only just begun.

"An infiltrator? Heh, we were so stupid. We should have realized it long ago. In that case, tell me: where did the real Bing Sheng go? Is he still alive?" Lin Yu merely looked at them and slowly shook his head. They should have long ago guessed that this would be the outcome.

For an infiltrator to enter a military camp, he first had to kill the person who originally held that identity. They left and never spoke another word to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu, who stood there, suddenly froze. "Old General, you should not have come here. That day, you were the one who stopped Yan Ting and Yan Tian from attacking the city in that self-damaging, fruitless manner." It was Zhang Qingchun. He stood there looking somewhat aged, utterly incomparable to Lin Yu.

After that, Lin Yu said, "What I want is to kill commanders. Otherwise, they would return only to be beheaded anyway. It would have been much better if you had not let me see you."

"Ah, say no more. Even if I survived, those two sons of bitches, Yan Tian and Yan Ting, would never spare me. Better to die cleanly like this. Do it!" Zhang Qingchun had come this time with the resolve to die. After all, there was truly nothing worth staying for in a camp like this.

"Commander, I am sorry. I truly have no way to give you a chance to survive." Lin Yu swung his sword. He was the only one Lin Yu killed that day who died with his eyes closed. Lin Yu glanced at him again, sighed softly, and felt a measure of pity.

"Go in peace. Those two bastards will return in three days. I will make sure they join you beneath the Yellow Springs." As he spoke, Lin Yu left and came to the commander's tent, quietly waiting for this place to collapse completely.

Tianling City.

"Report..."

"You have no sense of propriety. What has you so flustered?" Mo Ce was already vexed, and he had no idea what news this soldier had come to report.

"According to the scouts, the enemy camp has suddenly rung the death knell eighteen times." After saying this, he left immediately. The generals in the camp burst into loud laughter. Truly, how could they not be delighted? The enemy had lost fifteen generals in succession. This was a tremendous joy, a tremendous joy indeed! Lin Yu had done it. He had truly done it.

At the same time, atop the two mountain ranges, two swift horses separately caught up to Yan Ting and Yan Tian. Once they learned the news, both urged their horses onward at full speed toward the outside.

Hearing the faint neighing of horses, Lin Yu sat up and looked into the distance. He said calmly, "Do you know that I have waited here for you for another day... My sword is already thirsty." Lin Yu looked over. The heads of the two generals flew off with effortless ease, and the death knell rang once more.

"You can all get lost. I do not want your lives," Lin Yu said to the soldiers.

Lin Yu thought to himself, Things here have already been settled. It is only the camp over there—Mo Ce is truly a little hard to predict. Forget it. I will have to return sooner or later. Just as Lin Yu was about to leave, countless enemy soldiers surrounded the entire command tent.

"They still have not given up, but there is no need to create needless slaughter." Lin Yu was a cultivator, and weren't those eight fellows from before cultivators as well? Had they not cultivated underground for so long?