I have a city in another world

In an instant, several black-clad cultivators rushed into the courtyard, their movements as swift as ghosts.

After entering the courtyard, they did not immediately approach the house, but quickly dispersed according to the pre-arranged locations.

Some cultivators used magical artifacts to try to block the retreat route and ensure that the target had no way to escape.

Some cultivators were responsible for long-range attacks, their figures blending into the darkness, making them undetectable to the naked eye and senses.

They were preparing to look for an opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

The operation was well-organized and clearly the result of long-term training, which greatly increased the success rate of each operation.

With such a professional team, they have a very high probability of success even when facing high-level cultivators.

However, the enemy we face tonight is not a cultivator at all.

This is a demigod who has traveled through countless worlds, possesses vast knowledge, has incredibly powerful methods, and has an exceptionally mysterious background.

In the seemingly ordinary courtyard, there was no movement inside the room; the silence was eerily quiet.

Something's not right.

Upon seeing this, a black-clad monk frowned slightly, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

Just as he was about to speak and give the order, the door suddenly opened automatically.

A single light gradually pierces the darkness.

The sound of the door opening was particularly jarring in the quiet courtyard, causing the scalps of several black-clad cultivators to tingle slightly.

Upon seeing this, the black-clad cultivators simultaneously gripped their magical artifacts, preparing for battle.

This situation indicates that the target has discovered them, and the assassination attempt may have to be transformed into a direct confrontation.

Even so, they remained confident, believing that victory was assured.

The next moment, a figure slowly walked out.

Tang Zhen was dressed in a blue robe, and his face showed no panic, but rather a faint smile.

His gaze swept across the courtyard, devoid of any emotion.

That indifferent look in his eyes was as if he were watching a group of ignorant children who had barged into the yard to provoke and die.

"They're really audacious, actually coming to my door to hunt me down. Well, that saves me a lot of time, I don't have to go through the trouble of searching."

Tang Zhen spoke calmly, asking the black-clad cultivator, "Confess now, who sent you?"

Several black-clad cultivators' eyes flickered slightly.

The leading black-clad monk lowered his voice and gave a cold shout.

"Let's do it!"

The voice just fell.

A blood-red flying sword suddenly shot out, above the roof behind Tang Zhen, where a lurking black-clad cultivator decisively made his move.

They aimed straight for the vital points, attempting to kill with a single blow.

at the same time.

The other black-clad cultivators attacked simultaneously, ensuring that Tang Zhen had no chance to resist.

A black talisman burned, flickering with eerie green ghostly fire, accompanied by the heart-wrenching howls of evil spirits.

Dozens of pitch-black chains suddenly emerged from the ground, casting a blanket of icy frost.

A banner of ghosts unfurled in the wind, and a large number of ghosts let out shrill screams as they viciously pounced on Tang Zhen.

Two martial arts cultivators, wielding swords and magical weapons, attacked from both sides.

Various attacks struck almost simultaneously.

An ordinary cultivator would probably be in a panic and unable to cope at this moment.

Tang Zhen stood still, with a calm and composed expression, as if he had not yet realized the danger approaching.

Only when the attack was about to strike did he lightly raise his hand and casually flick it.

boom!
An invisible force spread out, and the blood-red flying sword turned into a cloud of blood mist, instantly turning the solid metal into dust.

The black-clad cultivator controlling the flying sword suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and was thrown back more than ten feet away by the recoil.

The moment the ghost approached Tang Zhen, its body burst into flames and turned to ashes amidst a shrill scream.

The pitch-black chains crumbled inch by inch, dissolving rapidly like grease.

"not good!"

The cultivators' expressions changed drastically. At this moment, they finally realized that the enemy's strength far exceeded their expectations.

Such a powerful individual was simply beyond their ability to deal with; even the most professional assassination skills could not bridge the gap in strength.

However, by now it's clearly too late to realize this.

At this moment, Tang Zhen took a step forward, and the air in the entire courtyard seemed to freeze.

The black-clad cultivators' faces flushed red instantly, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

If you don't fight back with all your might, you'll be crushed into a pile of minced meat in no time.

"Kneel down."

Tang Zhen's voice was calm.

Several black-clad cultivators simultaneously shuddered, unable to support themselves any longer.

Bang bang bang!
Their knees slammed heavily onto the ground, instantly creating large cracks, and their flesh and bones shattered inch by inch.

Everyone was horrified and struggled desperately, but found that they could not move at all.

At this moment, I felt like an ant facing a giant elephant, utterly powerless to resist.

"Give me the information I want, and I'll give you a quick and easy answer."

The cultivators gritted their teeth, none of them answering, their eyes filled with indifference to death. Having been sent on an assassination mission, they were naturally all suicide soldiers; how they died was unimportant to them.

Upon seeing this, Tang Zhen gently shook his head.

"If that's the case, then it's worthless."

The words fell.

Several black-clad cultivators trembled violently, then turned into a cloud of blood mist, without even having time to scream.

In just a few breaths, the courtyard returned to silence, leaving only a pile of broken magical artifacts and a large amount of blood on the ground.

Those black-clad cultivators have completely vanished from the world; their flesh and blood have become nourishment for the large trees in the courtyard.

Nourished by the blood and flesh of cultivators, this ordinary tree in the courtyard is likely to undergo an unexpected and miraculous transformation.

at the same time.

Outside the courtyard, the hunched old man who was in charge of the formation was deathly pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Through the array, he could clearly sense everything happening inside, and his heart was already churning with shock.

From beginning to end.

Those black-clad cultivators didn't even manage to touch Tang Zhen's clothes, yet they ended up being reduced to ashes.

The gap between the two sides is too large, so large that it is despairing.

This was a suicide mission. That bastard who provided the intelligence and gave the order deserves to die a thousand deaths, and his whole family should have their souls extracted and refined!

"Run!"

The old man cursed under his breath and put away the battle flags without hesitation.

As a seasoned veteran, he was always cautious. Seeing that the situation was not good, he naturally would not stay and wait to die.

Unfortunately, they had only run a little over a hundred feet.

A voice suddenly rang out behind me.

"You want to leave now?"

Upon hearing this, the hunchbacked old man felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly turned around.

Tang Zhen had somehow appeared in the middle of the street behind him, silently watching him.

Moonlight streamed down.

The setting sun cast his shadow long, like a vengeful spirit, sending an endless chill down the spine of the hunched old man.

"Senior, spare my life!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the old man knelt down on the ground with a thud, begging for mercy without any semblance of a cultivator's demeanor.

He wasn't a suicide soldier; he would never let go of even the slightest chance of survival.

Tang Zhen didn't bother listening to his nonsense. He raised his hand and grabbed the old man, who instantly flew to his side.

At this moment, the old man was as if he were locked in iron clamps, unable to move an inch.

"Tell me where you are from."

The old man's eyes flickered, clearly still trying to hide the truth.

Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a wisp of divine soul fire instantly entered the other party's sea of ​​consciousness.

"what!"

The imprisoned, hunched old man let out a heart-wrenching scream; the pain he endured at that moment was a hundred times more intense than being torn to pieces.

After only a few breaths, the old man completely collapsed, becoming as limp as a lump of mud.

"I'll talk!"

"I said, I just want a quick death!"

"We are from the Black Fiend Alliance!"

Tang Zhen's gaze was icy as he continued to press for information.

The old man dared not hide anything and told everything he knew, not wanting to continue to endure the pain he had just suffered.

After he finished speaking, the old man looked at Tang Zhen, his tone pleading.

"Senior. I only ask..."

Before he could finish speaking, another scream rang out, and his body was engulfed in flames, turning into charred ashes at an extremely fast speed.

The evening breeze blew, and there was no trace left.

Tang Zhen's expression was indifferent. The battle that had just taken place had no effect on him, as if it were a trivial matter.

He never showed mercy to his enemies; anyone who dared to kill him would naturally have to bear the consequences.

After finishing everything, Tang Zhen looked up towards the West District.

Night was falling.

The city of Nuchuan was shrouded in dark clouds, as if a storm was about to break, and an unsettling atmosphere permeated the air.

"Since they've come to us willingly, we'll save ourselves the trouble."

Tang Zhen said softly.

next moment.

His figure soared into the sky.

Transforming into a streak of light, it vanished into the night sky, heading straight for the Black Fiend Alliance's secret lair. (End of Chapter)