novellaaa Chapter 4 Annihilation
Chapter 4 Annihilation
In the courtyard outside, puddles reflected the dim moonlight.
Three dark figures waded through the puddles without splashing a single drop.
They pressed themselves against the base of the east wall, using the shadows for cover, and quickly approached the side room.
Xu Ming had his back to the window.
With the Supreme Devouring Heaven Technique circulating within his body, he could see every rustle of grass within a three-zhang radius.
Three seventh-rank martial artists.
With light steps and long, even breaths, he was a well-trained assassin.
A rapid mental deduction unfolded.
Were they sent by the emperor? Or were they his political enemies in court?
The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion had just finished the funeral, and they couldn't wait to test the waters.
Stay alive?
Suicide squads often have poison sacs hidden between their teeth, and even severe torture will not yield any useful information.
Moreover, his current strength cannot be fully revealed.
Kill them all.
It's the easiest and cleanest way.
Three steel knives silently sliced through the window paper.
Wood chips fell in a soft rustling sound.
Three figures burst through the window.
The blade gleamed with a ghostly blue light and was coated with deadly poison.
The three knives sealed off all of Xu Ming's escape routes.
The knife went straight for the back of the neck, aiming to sever the cervical vertebrae.
He stabbed at the waist, intending to destroy the dantian.
With a single sweep of his blade across the lower body, he was about to sever both of his legs.
The coordination was seamless, without any unnecessary movements.
Xu Ming did not turn around.
He didn't even turn around.
The true energy of the Supreme Devouring Heaven Technique erupted instantly, flowing throughout his entire body.
The formidable power of the Undying Sword Body was fully revealed at this moment.
The steel blade that swept across the lower body struck Xu Ming's calf first.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of metal striking stone.
The steel knife failed to cut through the flesh; instead, it was shattered by a terrifying recoil force.
The assassin holding the knife had his hand split open, and blood flowed freely.
Xu Ming raised his right hand.
Bring your index and middle fingers together and sweep them backward with your hand.
True energy burst forth from his body, transforming into tangible sword light.
The assassin at the front froze.
His head was severed from his neck, tumbling in mid-air, and blood splattered all over the wall.
The headless corpse, propelled by inertia, took two more steps forward before crashing heavily to the ground.
The remaining two were horrified.
The offensive collapsed instantly.
Xu Ming turned around.
He took a step forward and crashed directly into the arms of the assassin on his left.
With his left hand outstretched, his five fingers like iron hooks, he precisely gripped the other person's throat.
work hard.
"Click."
The sound of the neck bone cracking was particularly jarring in the quiet room.
The assassin's head lolled limply to one side, leaving him no room to struggle.
Upon seeing this, the last assassin immediately dropped his knife.
He pushed off the ground with both legs, his body flying backward, trying to escape through the broken window.
Xu Ming used his toe to pick up a broken piece of knife from the ground.
He caught it with his right hand and tossed it casually.
The broken sword transformed into a streak of light.
"puff."
The broken blade pierced through the back of the assassin's heart and protruded through his chest, pinning him firmly to the door panel.
The corpse twitched a few times, and blood flowed down the door panel, quickly pooling on the ground.
Ye Qingqiu sat on the ground.
Breathing has stopped.
She stared intently at the three corpses on the ground.
Then look at Xu Ming, standing in a pool of blood, his clothes perfectly intact.
Three seventh-rank assassins.
In less than a breath.
Total annihilation.
How could someone who has just broken through to the seventh rank possibly do this?
The knife that struck his calf broke in two!
Can one withstand a full-force attack from a seventh-rank assassin with their bare body?
What kind of monster is this?!
This absolute control over power, this ruthless decisiveness, this indifference to human life.
How many years has he been hiding?
The entire capital city was deceived by this so-called playboy.
Ye Qingqiu's fingers trembled slightly.
She once thought of herself as a hunter lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to the imperial court.
Only now do I realize that the man before me is the real abyss.
Her pride and her revenge plan shattered into dust in the face of the absolute violence displayed by this man.
Xu Ming walked to the table.
He grabbed a clean piece of cloth and slowly wiped the blood off his fingers.
He wiped each finger very carefully.
"The Duke's mansion is now riddled with holes."
He carelessly tossed the blood-stained cloth onto the ground.
"Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come in and step on it."
A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Accompanied by anxious shouts.
"Young Master! Young Master, are you alright?"
Xu Fu, carrying a lantern, stumbled and ran ahead.
The old man was running too fast and stumbled, almost falling.
Shen Zhirou, wearing a plain-colored coat, followed closely behind, clutching a wooden stick for self-defense.
Xu Tie, the head of the guards, carrying a long sword, strode ahead.
Xu Ming pushed open the door.
A strong smell of blood hit the air.
Xu Fu held up a lantern.
The dim light illuminated the horrific scene inside the door.
Bloodstains on the walls, headless corpses on the ground, and dead bodies nailed to a door.
Xu Fu's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
The lantern lay to one side, its flame flickering.
"What...what kind of terrible thing has this happened...?"
The old steward wept uncontrollably.
Shen Zhirou covered her mouth.
My body was trembling uncontrollably.
She forced herself not to scream, her face deathly pale, and she backed away repeatedly.
The wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Xu Tie stepped forward.
His burly body shielded Shen Zhirou and Xu Fu behind him.
He held a long knife in both hands, staring intently at the three corpses on the ground.
One blow kills.
The wound was smooth, without any mess.
There wasn't even a trace of resistance.
Xu Tie's heart was pounding wildly.
He is a seventh-rank martial artist.
He knew better than anyone what kind of strength was needed to achieve this level.
Xu Tie suddenly looked up at Xu Ming, who was standing inside the door.
Could it be that all those years of spoiled brats were just an act?!
The old Duke died in battle, and several of his sons perished one after another.
Xu Ming deliberately concealed his abilities and endured humiliation in order to preserve the last bloodline of the Xu family.
That must be it!
Xu Tie's eyes welled up with tears as he recalled the old Duke's dying words.
The veins on the back of the hand holding the knife were bulging.
The Xu family is saved!
"Young Master, this...this is..."
Xu Fu stammered as he pointed to the corpse on the ground.
"fine."
Xu Ming interrupted him.
"Those petty thieves who didn't know any better have been dealt with."
"But how could there be an assassin in this mansion! This old servant will go and report to the authorities immediately!"
Xu Fu struggled to get up.
"Report to the authorities?"
Xu Ming scoffed.
"The government officials will only make things more complicated. Sister-in-law, Uncle Fu, you should go back and rest."
Xu Ming spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority.
"Tonight is my wedding night, don't spoil the fun."
Shen Zhirou looked at Xu Ming.
The Xu Ming before me was completely different from the playboy who only knew how to fight cocks and chase dogs.
He exudes a kind of oppressive aura that makes people afraid to look him in the eye.
Shen Zhirou swallowed the words in her mouth.
She stepped forward and helped Xu Fu up from the ground.
"Ming'er, be careful. Call us if anything happens."
She didn't ask any more questions.
He helped Xu Fu, who was still in a daze, and turned to walk back.
Xu Tie did not leave.
He stood outside the door, holding a knife in both hands, his back ramrod straight.
"Young master, please rest. I will keep watch outside."
Xu Tie's attitude was more respectful than ever before.
"Need not."
Xu Ming looked at him.
"Go back to sleep."
"Young Master, these assassins are of unknown origin, and I fear they may have accomplices. I will remain outside the courtyard and will not disturb you."
Xu Tie persisted.
"I said I'm going back."
Xu Ming emphasized the pronunciation.
Xu Tie felt a tightness in his chest.
He stared at Xu Ming in shock.
This oppressive aura... peak seventh rank?!
Even stronger!
Xu Tie lowered his head.
"Your subordinate obeys."
He took three steps back, carrying the knife, and turned to leave.
Xu Ming closed the door.
He turned around and walked towards the bed.
Ye Qingqiu leaned against the bedpost, her body taut like a bow.
As Xu Ming approached, she involuntarily shrank back.
My back was pressed tightly against the cold wall.
"What are you going to do?"
Ye Qingqiu demanded an answer in a stern voice.
She tried to mask her inner turmoil by raising her voice.
Xu Ming stopped in front of her.
He looked down at her.
What do you think?
He stretched out his hand.
He grabbed Ye Qingqiu's wrist.
He pulled suddenly.
Ye Qingqiu lost her balance and fell into his arms.
"Don't touch me!"
Ye Qingqiu struggled desperately, using both her hands and feet.
Xu Ming ignored her shouts.
He lifted her up in his arms.
He threw it onto the bed without a second thought.
Then he lay down fully clothed.
With a long arm outstretched.
He held Ye Qingqiu firmly in his arms.
Ye Qingqiu's whole body stiffened.
They dared not move an inch.
The air was filled with the scent of men and a faint smell of blood.
"If you move again, I'll strip you naked and hang you on the gate tower of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion."
Xu Ming closed his eyes.
Xu Ming's chin rested on the top of her head, his arm was across her waist, and his breathing gradually became steady and long.