Yue Qinhu's roar was aged yet piercing, like a lion awakening to shake every beast in its territory.
The four remaining Phantom Shadow Death Warriors, including their captain, froze.
The contempt and cruelty on their faces vanished.
What the hell was going on?
Hadn't the intelligence said the target was just a confused centenarian too weak to fight back?
How had he suddenly become a murderous old monster?
That strike with the cane had been fast, precise, and ruthless. There had not been a single wasted movement. It was a technique made purely to kill.
The instinct for slaughter forged amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood made even these so-called top assassins shudder.
"What are you standing around for? Attack together! There's only one of him!"
The captain was the first to recover, roaring out the order.
This was unexpected, but no matter how well the old man fought, he was still flesh and blood. At his age, his vitality had long since waned.
The four of them were all S-Level Peak. They could wear him down if nothing else!
"Form up! Blood God Soulbind!"
At the captain's command, the four death warriors spread out and took positions around the courtyard.
They bit their tongues at the same time, spraying mouthfuls of essence blood onto their poisoned daggers.
Hum!
Four streams of sinister, dark-red energy erupted from their bodies and wove together overhead into a massive blood-colored web that dropped toward Yue Qinhu in the center of the courtyard.
It was one of the Church's vicious divine arts. Anyone caught beneath that web would have their soul forcibly torn out, while their body dissolved into a puddle of bloody pus.
Faced with the bizarre attack, Yue Qinhu showed no fear on his deeply wrinkled face.
His clouded eyes