Strongest War Emperor

This punch concealed multiple variations, any of which could be fatal, whether it struck Shen Lang’s heart or his throat.

Furthermore, the gauntlet was forged from indestructible Deep Sea Refined Steel and coated with a poison that could kill a bull in ten seconds. The slightest scratch was lethal.

Not only that, but as the leader bent low, seemingly to dodge Shen Lang’s next attack, three small arrows shot out from his back, aimed straight for Shen Lang’s face!

A proper assassin’s entire body is a weapon. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

And the leader of this assassin squad had mastered this principle to a sublime degree.

"Hmph!"

With a soft snort, Shen Lang twisted to the right, evading the three swift arrows. At the same time, his left hand casually slapped the leader’s wrist, deflecting the punch just slightly.

Immediately after, his left hand clamped down on the joint of the leader’s left arm. Not only did this cause the man’s ferocious punch to miss, but Shen Lang also channeled an unparalleled stream of Thunder Power into him, instantly sealing his left arm!

Before the leader could react again, Shen Lang yanked with his left hand, pulling the man forward until they were almost standing side-by-side.

The next moment, Shen Lang’s right leg shot up in a high kick, striking the leader square in the face!

The kick was incredibly fast and packed with fierce, powerful Qi. It let out a piercing shriek, like the crack of a whip.

The assassin leader knew the situation was hopeless the moment his left arm was sealed. Hearing the sound of the air being torn asunder made him even more desperate.

However, with his left hand caught and his right arm still off-balance, he had no chance to dodge the kick. His only choice was to erupt with all the Spiritual Power in his body, forming a diamond-shaped wall of ice in front of him...

But he had still underestimated Shen Lang’s strength.

With Shen Lang’s current physical power, amplified by the heavy Blue Cobalt Copper weights on his legs, how could a hastily formed ice wall possibly withstand the force?

BANG!

The flying kick instantly shattered the ice wall and slammed squarely into the assassin leader’s face!

The assassin leader’s mask cracked apart as he let out a pained cry and was sent flying backward.

After landing the kick, Shen Lang immediately dropped into a crouch. He stomped his right foot, leaned his body back at a forty-five-degree angle, and slid backward across the ground in this strange posture!

Then, without even looking back, he snapped upright—still in a crouch—and threw a simple elbow strike behind him!

PTHWACK!

The man in the tiger mask, who had been rushing in to support his leader, froze with his eyes wide, stuck in a bent-over posture...

His right hand held a Longsword, which had passed over Shen Lang’s shoulder in a straight, forward thrust.

And Shen Lang’s right elbow had smashed right into his abdomen!

This man, who prided himself on his superb Swordsmanship and swift movements, never imagined someone could grievously injure him with such a simple move!

CLANG!

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The Longsword in the assassin’s hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his body slumped.

"Argh!"

From the center, the man with the Great Saber had been about to slash down at Shen Lang. But because Shen Lang was so close to his comrade, he couldn’t follow through. With a furious roar, he changed his downward chop to an upward swing, attacking Shen Lang from below with a crafty and bizarre technique.

"If you were a little faster, a little more ruthless, you might have actually caused me some trouble."

Shen Lang kicked his right foot, sending the fallen Longsword on the ground flying toward the Great Saber-wielding assassin like a swimming dragon. The man was forced to defend himself, interrupting his attack.

’You all went down too quickly. This isn’t much fun...’

Just as Shen Lang was feeling a bit let down, thinking the fight wasn’t satisfying enough, something unexpected happened!

The assassin leader, who he had kicked away, had actually gotten back up! He changed his target and lunged straight for Nalan Ziyun on the other side!

The man seemed to know about the relationship between Shen Lang and Nalan Ziyun and intended to use her as a weak point!

At that moment, Nalan Ziyun was locked in a heated, evenly matched battle with "Eleven." How could she possibly withstand a desperate charge from a Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven expert?

"Damn it!"

The color drained from Nalan Ziyun’s face. She retracted her Nebula Chain to mount a defense!

By then, the assassin leader had closed the distance. The Short Sword in his hand burst with a dazzling light that illuminated the night sky as he thrust it violently toward Nalan Ziyun!

"Courting death!"

There was no panic in Shen Lang’s eyes, only a rising fury!

’With the Ghost King protecting her, Nalan Ziyun would be fine. But this assassin’s underhanded methods had thoroughly enraged him!’

Just then, the assassin with the Great Saber saw his chance. A vicious glint appeared in his eyes as he rushed forward and unleashed three consecutive slashes at Shen Lang, trying to tie him down!

"Get lost!"

Shen Lang barked, lashing out with a Hand Saber strike. A seemingly unremarkable wave of Sword Qi shot out horizontally.

The man was overjoyed!

’I put my full power into three lethal slashes, and all Shen Lang does is give a casual wave of his hand?’

’Does he really think his bare hand can compete with the combined power of my superior Spiritual Artifact and Cultivation Technique? He doesn’t know what death is!’

But before his joy could fully register...

SHHHIIING! The wisp of Sword Qi from Shen Lang’s palm strike, which had seemed like nothing more than a show of momentum, instantly tore through his three waves of Sword Qi!

In the blink of an eye, it continued toward his neck with undiminished force!

’It’s Sword Intent? Oh no!’

The saber-wielding assassin finally realized there was something extraordinary about Shen Lang’s Hand Saber strike!

For a young man who wasn’t even a Xuanwu Realm powerhouse to shatter his attack with such a simple wave of Sword Qi... he couldn’t think of any other possibility besides Sword Intent.

Facing this crisis, the man had no time to think. As he retreated explosively, he pulled his long saber back, causing his Sword Qi to surge as he held the blade vertically before him.

BOOM!

Shen Lang’s horizontal wave of Sword Qi collided with the man’s vertical long saber, forming the shape of the character for "ten."

With a deafening roar, the long saber vibrated violently, its spine slamming into the man’s chest and mask.

The saber-wielding assassin grunted in pain and was sent flying, crashing hard against a large tree before slumping to the ground.

Back when Shen Lang had first comprehended Sword Intent, he had been able to fight the Netherworld Wolf King—an opponent equivalent to the Peak of Spirit Martial Realm—to a point where the Wolf King was helpless to retaliate.

Later, in the Martial Arts Arena at the Celestial Phoenix City Lord’s Mansion, he had grievously wounded the Netherworld Wolf King in just a few strikes, knocking it off the stage.

Now that Shen Lang’s Sword Intent had reached a minor level of mastery, even an expert at the Xuanwu Realm Early Stage would find it difficult to block.

How could a Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artist—even one at the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven—possibly withstand it without a Defensive Spiritual Artifact?

Lashing out in a fit of rage, Shen Lang had knocked the man unconscious in a single move.

Meanwhile, just as the leader’s Short Sword was about to pierce an opening in Nalan Ziyun’s Nebula Chain, the assassin called "Eleven"—who had been locked in battle with her—suddenly spun around and threw a dagger at the leader’s Short Sword!

SHWISH SHWISH SHWISH!

A nearly invisible thread seemed to be attached to the dagger. It instantly wrapped tightly around the leader’s Short Sword, and with a sharp tug, pulled it off course!

"Eleven, what are you doing?"

The leader never dreamed such a thing would happen. He couldn’t believe Eleven would attack him.

"You can’t kill her!"

To his surprise, Eleven spoke in a woman’s pleasant voice, tightly gripping the other end of the thread, refusing to let go.

"Bastard!" the leader roared in fury.

But he knew this was no time for anger. With a jolt of his arm, he broke the thread coiled around his Short Sword, then shot off to the right.

"Let’s go!"

Seeing that the opportunity was lost and that his opponent wouldn’t give him another one, the leader decisively chose to flee.

"Thinking of leaving now? Don’t you think it’s a little too late?"

A calm voice sounded in front of the leader. Shen Lang, who had been some distance away, had bizarrely appeared directly in the escape path of the leader and Eleven.

’How is that possible...’

The speed Shen Lang had displayed before was inferior to that of the assassins. This sudden burst of velocity shocked the leader.

As the two assassins froze in astonishment, they saw Shen Lang reach up and pull out several golden needles that were now protruding from beneath his clothes.

Shen Lang’s speed had surged because, in his fury, he had forced out ten of the golden needles embedded in his body!

These were the golden needles used for acupoint cutting in the Golden Needle Acupoint Forging Body Technique!

’He had golden needles stuck in his body, sealing his own Cultivation! What kind of person is this?’ The leader now knew he had made a mistake—a colossal one.

They were no match for Shen Lang even when his Cultivation was sealed.

Now that Shen Lang had removed the golden needles, not only had his Cultivation skyrocketed, but his speed had also increased dramatically. They probably didn’t even have a chance to run...

The leader and Eleven both took two steps back, starting to look for another escape route.

The assassin leader’s face was now covered in blood, and his disheveled hair hung down, obscuring most of his features. He cut a pathetic figure.

"An assassin killing by any means necessary isn’t a crime in itself; otherwise, you wouldn’t be called assassins," Shen Lang said, walking forward slowly. "But to use those means against my friend when you can’t defeat me... that makes me very angry. And when I get angry, you die!"

His foot slammed onto the ground with the sound of cracking thunder, and his figure blurred into a dark shadow, shooting toward the assassin leader.

’Heaven-Shattering Palm, Gods and Ghosts Fear! Five Dragons Gathering in the Clouds!’

With a silent roar in his heart, in his towering rage, Shen Lang unleashed the most powerful technique of the Five Emperors Dragon Fist.

His body soared into the air as he thrust a palm toward the assassin leader!

A huge vortex formed in the center of his palm. In an instant, a gale swept forth, and powerful Qi raged!

At that very moment, a figure flashed, and Eleven spread her arms, blocking the path to the leader!

"Hm?"

Shen Lang was slightly taken aback. At that moment, before his attack had even landed, the powerful Palm Wind shattered Eleven’s mask...

Long hair danced in the wind, revealing a beautiful face.