Re:Immortal - Chapter 170

Standing on the rooftops, the black-robed masked assassin had a serious expression on his face as he glanced at the two unknown cultivators bickering below. One looked like an old man with devilish white hollow eyes, he shivered just thinking about that gaze and how one look caused his subordinates to explode, body and soul.

Bringing his attention to the other cultivator, a perfect young man with unblemished skin if not for the small scar that ran down from his left eyebrow to under his eye. His hair was a sharp contrast of black and white; and although the young cultivator held an amicable expression as he argued with the devilish cultivator, the masked cultivator’s back was covered in a cold sweat, his instincts warned that he would be dead if he dared to make a move.

‘Shit! What hole did these monsters crawl out from!’ He inwardly complained, his eyes turning towards the young miss of the Four Peaks Trade House.

‘I knew I shouldn’t have become an assassin.’ He let out a sigh full of regret. The mission was to be completed even if it meant his life is forfeit. That was the risk that came alongside the path he chose to tread.

There was no use for an assassin that failed his mission, and so, it was better for him to die trying. Steeling his resolve, a flash of light passed by the masked assassin’s eyes.

His legs bulged as the tiles of the roof below broke, he circulated his qi to his max input. His right hand rested on the blade at his left side, while his left hand rested on the one to his right side.

He would try to end this in one hit! It was either do or die! One strike, backed with everything he had! One strike with the full power of his thousand-year-old cultivation base!

A dark ominous aura surrounded him, as it shrouded him in a layer of darkness, turning his body almost incorporeal, the only thing that was left behind was a humanoid shadow with piercing green eyes.

Boom!

The tiles broke as he disappeared from his place, the two cultivators were still arguing with the young miss groveling in the ground begging for their help. This was his chance!

Although they might be strong, they were still clearly distracted, he only needed one hit! His body rushed forward with a burst of power he never felt before, the intensity of the situation pushed him to the brink of a breakthrough.

His eyes gleamed as he unsheathed his twin blades and launched two sword beams that slashed towards the young miss’s neck. He could see her eyes full of despair as the sword energy bore down on her.

‘This is the end!’ He thought jovially.

Yet to his dismay, as soon as the beams passed by the young cultivator, they simply disappeared as if they had never existed before. The masked assassin had no time to be shocked as his body was still rushing towards the young miss swords in hand.

Although his first strike hit was blocked, the masked assassin’s body was still pushed forward by the momentum, it was already too late to retreat. He brandished his twin swords as the shadowy energy surrounded them giving off a terrifying aura, his body soaring through the air towards the young miss when suddenly—

“Ugh!!” A painful grunt escaped his lips as his body came to a sudden halt, the shadowy energy he was so proud of disappeared, while his blades fell to his sides. An immovable hand was clasped around his neck, holding him high in the air.

He did not see him move, nor did he see how his hand suddenly shot forward and stopped him midair. From the unbearable pain, he was feeling, reckoned that the sheer force of the impact had broken his neck.

His qi was moving on overdrive as it tried to keep his soul from escaping and healed his injuries, yet the hand around his neck suddenly tightened its clutch.

“W-Who A-Are you?!” He managed to mutter, a shoulder running down his spine as he faced the young cultivator’s different colored eyes.

Ignoring him, the cultivator’s qi swiftly seeped inside his body effectively sealing his cultivation base rendering him speechless. He had no time to resist while he watched on helplessly as his power leaked out of him.

Seeing at how the mission had failed, and there was no way out, the assassin decisively decided to bit the poison hidden in his mouth for situations like this.

Before he could manage to do even that, the old white-eyed devil flashed from his position and reappeared in front of me, his hand gripped his lower jaw and ripped it off.

“ARGH!!” A howl of pain escaped his mouth at the sudden excruciating pain.

“These sneaky bastards always keep poison in their mouths, sealing their cultivation base is never enough, be sure to rip the jaw off as well so they are unable to bite their tongues or any sort of poison.” Calmly spoke the old man to the younger cultivator sounding more like an instructor teaching his student.

The younger cultivator frowned at his loud howls of pain. The seemingly divine qi that invaded his body suddenly took away his ability to speak, his screams coming off as silent grunts of pain.

‘I knew I shouldn’t have become an assassin.’ That was the last thought that circled his mind before he slumped into the embrace of darkness.

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“Oh, he fainted.” Mumbled Omis as he glanced at the limp body in his hand.

Letting out a sigh, Addi spoke. “What do we do with him? And why did you even intervene?” He asked.

Scratching the back of his head, Omis glanced at the shivering young miss still groveling by their feet before replying. “Uh…reflex?”

Shaking his head Addi gazed at the collapsed assassin, as he seemed to contemplate something before finally reaching his conclusion. With a flick of his wrist, the unconscious masked man rose to the sky, his head facing his.

Addi’s hollow eyes seemed to glow with an ominous glint as he tapped a finger on the man’s forehead. For a while, he simply remained silent, before the glint in his eyes disappeared as the assassin dropped dead to the ground. A frown on Addi’s face.