The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Changye unleashed "Close at Hand, Far Away".

With a single step, his body moved aside with lightning speed, and three darts flew past the hem of his clothes.

Then, he unleashed a burst of sword energy from his ink-black sword, which whistled towards the direction of the short flute.

The sword energy pierced the air, emitting a sharp sword cry, and struck the invisible sound wave.

The sound waves dissipated instantly.

In the crowd, the assassin, skilled in music, was struck as if by a heavy blow. His piccolo shattered instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before his body crashed to the ground.

Then, another sword light appeared, severing all the fine, poisonous silver threads.

The assassin, skilled in using poison, cried out in alarm. Before she could retreat, the sword energy had already reached her and struck her.

The assassin, skilled with a knife, swung his broadsword with even greater force, but missed completely. Qin Changye dodged the blade by sidestepping, and the tip of his sword precisely struck an acupoint on the assassin's shoulder—his only vital point.

Spiritual energy flowed into the sword tip, and with a cracking sound, the assassin, skilled with a knife, groaned as his massive body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the street and raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the assassin, skilled in escape techniques, tried to use the shadow of the palace walls to escape.

Qin Changye had anticipated this, and his spiritual power ignited in his left palm, causing a ball of flame to explode rapidly!

The sunlight was already dazzling, and with this flame added, the shadows of the palace walls became so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

The assassin, skilled in escape, screamed as his escape technique was forcibly broken, exposing him to the light of day.

Without turning his head, Qin Changye swung his sword, the sword energy passing through his shoulder and pinning him to the palace wall.

"Die!"

The assassin, skilled in formations, was terrified and frantically made hand seals, trying to unleash the full power of the trapping and killing formation.

But Qin Changye took his fourth step, shrinking the distance to an inch, traversing hundreds of feet, and appeared directly in front of him.

The ink sword thrust out casually, striking the core node of the ground array pattern precisely.

With a crisp sound, the golden patterns beneath the stone slab crumbled away inch by inch.

The trapping formation has been broken.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, five of the six assassins who could practically roam freely in the Northern Continent were dead, and one was crippled.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Thousands of onlookers stared, mouths agape, at the figure wielding the sword.

From his severe injuries and coughing up blood, to the assassins appearing in droves, and now to the sudden clearing of the area.

The reversal was so swift that it almost caught everyone off guard.

Qin Changye sheathed his sword and slowly walked to the captured assassin, the only one still alive: "Which assassin organization do you belong to?"

Although Qin Changye knew that these assassins were after Hao Caiyi's 20 million spirit stones, he still wanted to find out which assassin organization had the resources to send six assassins of such caliber at once.

"You can kill me, but trying to get information about the organization behind me from me is wishful thinking, absolutely impossible!"

The assassin, skilled in setting up formations, spoke with unusual firmness.

From the day he became an assassin, he knew that there would be a day when he would be killed in return, and he was prepared to sacrifice himself at any time.

As he spoke, a dagger suddenly slid out from his sleeve, and the instant it landed in his hand, he slashed it straight at his own neck.

Knowing he was no match for Qin Changye, he only wished to commit suicide.

Did I give you permission to die?

However, when his sharp, poisoned dagger was inches from his neck, Qin Changye moved, releasing a burst of spiritual power that froze him in place, making it impossible for him to even move.

It didn't matter that this skilled assassin wouldn't reveal the assassin organization behind him; Qin Changye was too lazy to take out his silver needles and inflict a hundred times the pain, continuing to press for answers.

After burying his body in the Burial Tower, the main experiences of his life would naturally flash through Qin Changye's mind, and the answer would naturally be revealed.

But he wanted to commit suicide, which was absolutely impossible!

Qin Changye was unwilling to let go of a celestial puppet whose cultivation had reached the peak of the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

puff!

The next moment, Qin Changye thrust out his ink sword, and the assassin, who was skilled in formations, was instantly killed!

Beside them, Xiuer skillfully removed their spatial rings one by one.

"Let me open it!"

Qin Changye stopped Xiu'er, who was about to open the spatial rings, and only after activating his spiritual power to protect himself did he open the spatial rings one by one.

As expected, these professional assassins, when they went out to carry out killing missions, did not put any spirit stones or treasures in their spatial rings; all they had were extremely terrifying poisonous gases.

The moment Qin Changye opened these spatial rings, the poisonous gas inside erupted uncontrollably.

If Qin Changye hadn't been prepared and released spiritual energy to protect himself from the incoming poison gas, the subsequent detoxification would have been a rather time-consuming process.

Xiu'er was immediately filled with lingering fear, and secretly resolved to learn from this experience and, in the future, when opening someone else's spatial ring, she would first activate her spiritual energy to protect herself, just like Qin Changye did.

Next, Qin Changye buried the bodies of the six assassins on the third floor of the Burial Immortal Tower.

The moment the six beings at the peak of the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm were buried in the yellow Burial Immortal Soil, the six streams of yellow energy that fed back to Qin Changye propelled his cultivation to the peak of the third level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

Then, their major experiences flashed through Qin Changye's mind like a fleeting glimpse.

From their main experiences, Qin Changye learned that they all came from an assassin organization that did not belong to the Northern Continent, but to the Southern Continent, called the Thousand Kill Alliance.

This assassin organization is extremely large, ranking first in the Southern Continent, and even in the entire Great Wilderness, it would be among the top five.

The assassins are classified into four levels: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Extraordinary, and King.

These six assassins, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm, were only Platinum-level assassins.

Above them are twelve extraordinary assassins and four king-level assassins.

The moment they died, the life tokens they left in the Thousand Kill Alliance shattered.

If nothing unexpected happens, once headquarters learns of their deaths, they will immediately dispatch more Platinum-level assassins, and may even send Superhuman-level assassins directly.

However, Nanzhou is too far away from here, and it will take them some time to get here.

Boom boom boom...

Suddenly, a terrifying roar resounded.

The roar was continuous and prolonged, and it covered a very wide area, so much so that almost everyone in the Great Wilderness could hear it.

Such a terrifying roar was unprecedented in the history of the Great Wilderness.

Countless people were shocked, wondering what had happened.

However, one could roughly pinpoint the location by sound; the terrifying roar was coming from the direction of the Doomsday Mountains.

The roaring continued, showing no signs of stopping.

As time went on, the roaring sound not only did not weaken, but became even stronger.

The earthquake caused buildings in cities throughout the Great Wilderness to tremble violently.

The shock caused countless cultivators who were in seclusion to wake up from their meditation.

Even the troops fighting on the border stopped fighting without warning, their eyes filled with fear, wondering if the end of the world had come.