Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Li Yuan's chest.

"Buzz—!"

An immense and unparalleled power erupted from Li Yuan's body, shattering the dagger in the assassin's hand into pieces. The assassin coughed up blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily into the wall.

"What's going on?" The other assassin was shocked, but he reacted quickly. He glanced at the Soul-Suppressing Bell floating above Li Yuan's head, and immediately threw his longsword at Li Yuan's throat.

Li Yuan's eyes suddenly opened.

His eyes were cold and empty, unfathomable, with two faint starlight flickering within them. He glanced indifferently at the assassin.

The moment the assassin met his eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being stared at by some monstrous beast, and he froze on the spot.

Li Yuan suddenly moved, raising his hand abruptly and gently placing it on the incoming sword.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the sword was effortlessly crushed by Li Yuan.

"what!"

Before he could even react, those hands were already gripping his neck. The assassin let out a shrill scream and tried to struggle, but a terrifying suction force came from Li Yuan's palms. The demonic power within him surged uncontrollably into Li Yuan's body like a flood bursting its banks.

"No!"

The assassin screamed in terror, desperately trying to break free, but he couldn't budge Li Yuan's hand at all.

In just a few breaths, Li Yuan completely absorbed the assassin's demonic power, causing him to visibly wither away until he became a skin and bones dried-up corpse, which Li Yuan casually tossed to the ground.

Li Yuan slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the wounded assassin in the room, and walked towards him step by step.

"No! Don't!"

The assassin was terrified, knowing he couldn't escape. In a moment of desperation, he prepared to detonate his demon core, intending to take Li Yuan down with him.

Unfortunately, just as the light in his abdomen began to shine, Li Yuan pierced through his chest with a single claw, forcibly removing a surging demonic core.

The demon core rapidly shrank in Li Yuan's palm, quickly turning into a cloud of ashes, which Li Yuan dismissively flicked away with a finger.

He abruptly turned his head and looked at the people fighting fiercely outside the door. At this moment, there was only coldness in his eyes.

He walked out of the room step by step.

Outside the door, an assassin from the Dark Pavilion turned around and came face to face with Li Yuan. He was startled when he saw Li Yuan's strange eyes and immediately swung his knife to strike.

Li Yuan did not dodge or even parry; he simply reached out and gently gripped the long sword that was slashing towards him.

The longsword, infused with demonic power, was as fragile as paper in Li Yuan's hands, easily shattered by his grasp.

The assassin's eyes widened, but before he could even cry out, Li Yuan's other hand was already on top of his head.

"No--!"

After a short scream, the assassin's demonic power was completely absorbed by Li Yuan, and he followed in his companion's footsteps.

Li Yuan, like a tiger among sheep, began a one-sided massacre. His actions were simple and brutal, all direct attacks. With a grab, a grip, and a suck, every assassin he touched had their demonic power drained, turning into a terrifying dried corpse in just a few breaths.

A faint red light gradually appeared in his eyes, and a violent aura surrounded him.

"Quick! Stop him!"

The assassins from the Dark Pavilion screamed in terror, but their attacks were completely ignored by Li Yuan.

Li Yuan's body seemed to have become an indestructible magic weapon, impervious to swords and spears, and unaffected by water and fire.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, more than twenty assassins from the Dark Pavilion were all killed. Even the Demon Commander was no match for him, as he drained all his demonic power and died.

The entire inn was filled with a heavy aura of death.

Li Yuan stood amidst the corpses, his eyes bloodshot, like a demon crawling out of hell. The demon-hunting guards around him were stunned by his terrifying methods, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at him.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Chen Shuo.

Chen Shuo gripped the knife tightly, looking at the young man before him who seemed like a god of death descended upon the world, his heart filled with turmoil.

He had never seen such a bizarre way of killing; the assassins were completely powerless against Li Yuan.

What shocked him most was that Li Yuan could directly drain their demonic power. This bizarre method was close to that of an evil cultivator, something he had never heard of before.

At that moment, Li Yuan was already looking at him.

Those bloodshot eyes were devoid of any emotion, making Chen Shuo feel as if he were being watched by a ferocious beast.

He tightened his grip on the knife, worried that Li Yuan might attack him at this moment.

"Li Yuan..."

He stared intently into Li Yuan's eyes and called out softly. A struggle flashed in Li Yuan's eyes, and he looked at him with some confusion.

"Li Yuan, you're awake?"

Chen Shuo continued to shout. The red light in Li Yuan's eyes flickered a few times. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. The Soul-Suppressing Bell above his head emitted a deep hum and a golden light descended, entering his crown chakra.

Li Yuan's body trembled slightly, the red light in his eyes quickly faded, returning to its empty state. His body swayed, as if he had lost all his strength, and he softly fell backward.

"Li Yuan!"

Chen Shuo quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

Li Yuan's eyes were closed, his breathing steady, as if he were merely asleep. Chen Shuo was somewhat disappointed; it seemed he was still a walking corpse, not truly awake.

"My lord!" A demon-hunting guard, clutching his wound, staggered over, his face pale. "These assassins..."

Chen Shuo snapped out of his daze, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind, and said in a deep voice, "Never mind that for now. Clean up the battlefield immediately, dispose of the bodies, and leave no trace. The garrison at Yumen Pass should arrive soon. When they do, just say that we encountered some roaming demon bandits, and that we have fought them off."

"And what about Young Master Li...?"

"Not a single word of what just happened is to be spoken to outsiders!" Chen Shuo's gaze turned stern as he swept over his subordinates. "Anyone who dares to divulge even a single word will be severely punished."

"……clear."

Xu Sheng took the lead in answering, and the other demon-hunting guards exchanged glances and responded in unison.

Chen Shuo looked down at the unconscious Li Yuan in his arms and sighed inwardly. He didn't know what had happened to Li Yuan, but he knew that if this got out, it would definitely not be a good thing for Li Yuan.

He chose to keep all of this buried deep inside.

In the distance, from the direction of Yumen Pass, came the sound of rapid hoofbeats. The garrison had seen the signal and was rushing towards them.

On a barren mountain more than ten miles outside the town.

A demon scout, shrouded in a black robe, knelt on the ground, reporting tremblingly.

"What? They're all dead?"

A silver-white figure turned around, revealing a sinister face. He wore a silver-white robe embroidered with a wolf head totem, and his aura was cold and powerful. He was none other than the leader of the Dark Pavilion, the Silver Blood Wolf King.

"Yes, yes... twenty-three elite soldiers, all of them killed, and..." the scout's voice trembled, "those people... all died after their demonic power was drained!"

"His demonic power was drained?" The Silver Blood Wolf King frowned deeply, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Are you sure it was Li Yuan who did it?"

"I'm not sure either..." The scout lowered his head, not daring to look the Silver Blood Wolf King in the eye.