He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

One punch, one kill.

Not too many, not too few.

The sixth assassin's cultivation was significantly higher than those of the previous weaklings—he was at the fourth level of martial arts, peak of the Meridian Opening Realm.

In terms of pure realm, he is a level above what Yun Yi is currently displaying.

The man's blood and qi surged, and a concentrated burst of qi condensed in his palm. With a muffled whooshing sound, he slammed it down on Yun Yi.

Yun Yi looked at him and raised his hand.

One punch.

The entire body exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of crimson mist.

A gust of mountain wind swept away the blood mist, leaving a faint red trail on the snow, as if someone had casually smeared it with a vermilion pen.

Peak of Meridian Opening.

One punch is enough.

The seventh assassin finally stopped.

He stood ten feet away, still gripping the knife tightly in his hand, but his entire arm was trembling.

Not just him.

The remaining dozen or so assassins all stopped, as if a pause button had been pressed simultaneously, their eyes fixed on the child wrapped in a thick fleece cloak on the snow.

The child stood in the open space in front of the carriage, barely taller than half the wheel. A thick cloak made him look round and chubby, and his cheeks still had some baby fat.

By all accounts, he was the pampered young master of a wealthy family.

But a large patch of snow beneath his feet was stained red.

"Nine-tenths of the people in the court are already my men."