The assassins who tried to enter the building were shocked when they suddenly could not move their bodies.

They were still in their shadow form, which had helped them escape countless times in the past.

For them to be caught so easily, they realized that this guard was not an ordinary one. But they had no time to think further, as their bodies were suddenly compressed into cube shapes. Their flesh and bones were crushed into the same form until all of them turned into cubes.

Aldrian, who was guarding the place, not only stopped them by using a spatial lock but also killed them through space and gravity, pressing their bodies into small cubes. The six cubes made from human flesh floated in front of him for a moment before he opened a spatial crack and threw them inside.

He tossed the remnants of the dead into the void of space as if discarding trash.

Now his gaze was fixed directly on the last assassin he had not killed. This assassin was the one who had tried to attack him, and at this moment, he already had his dagger pointed toward Aldrian's chest, almost stabbing his heart.

The assassin's eyes trembled as he saw all his comrades killed instantly without any resistance. He could sense that the man before him was only at the low pseudo-immortal establishment stage. He found it unbelievable, as all of them who had stormed this pavilion were above that stage.

Yet they were still killed easily by this man.

Who was he, actually?

He could not think any further when his eyes suddenly turned blank. Aldrian then spoke to him.

"Why are you targeting Sir Ferix? Are you trying to kill him or what?"

He grabbed the assassin's head and broke the mind seal hidden inside the assassin's brain.

"We were trying to kill him because he was the source of the rumor. Our master believed he knew about the connection between Patriarch Barevisk and our group," the assassin answered.

"Do the Silent Reapers have any plan after completing this mission? After attacking the Barevisk family?" Aldrian asked again.

"We will hide where Aldrian the Great cannot find us and remain dormant for some time, away from the assassination world. We will keep a low profile until the situation becomes conducive for us to operate normally again," the assassin replied.

Aldrian did not need to know more. After hearing the answer, he opened a spatial crack behind the assassin. Without hesitation, he flicked the assassin's head, and it instantly exploded, scattering flesh and brain matter into the void behind him. He then kicked the assassin's body into the same void before closing the crack.

There was not even a trace of blood around him after Aldrian killed them so brutally. He made sure not to stain the beautiful pavilion with even a drop of blood.

After the assassins were dealt with, Sir Ferix, who had sensed what had happened, came out from the building. Earlier, Aldrian had asked him to enter the building for safety before the assassins could break into the pavilion grounds.

Sir Ferix looked at the place where Aldrian had just killed the assassins so easily and could not help but sigh.

"To think the assassins actually attacked tonight…they were truly desperate," he said.

Aldrian nodded. He also did not expect the Silent Reaper to attack tonight. To be honest, he did not even know whether the Silent Reaper would attack at all. The only thing he could do was wait and let the master of the Silent Reaper be influenced by Luvier's suggestion.

He had already set a deadline. If the master of the Silent Reaper did not act before his real body departed for the Fallen Star Cluster, he would have to take a more direct approach.

And what was that direct approach?

It was simply to come to the Silent Reaper group himself and wipe them out. He saw no purpose in letting the Silent Reaper continue to exist. His purpose in provoking the Silent Reaper to attack the Barevisk family was to create momentum that would help Sir Ferix rise to the position of patriarch.

He wanted to craft an event that would make Sir Ferix appear as the best replacement for the patriarch.

Now that the Silent Reaper had actually attacked the Barevisk family, the plan was almost complete. What he needed to do now was make Sir Ferix appear brilliant in the eyes of the other family members while assisting him from behind.

"Well, let's go, Sir Ferix. I'll hold them while you attack as planned," Aldrian said.

Sir Ferix nodded, and the two dashed toward the outside of the pavilion complex. hey could still hear the battle outside, so they knew there were assassins still fighting the guards.

When they arrived outside, they saw that several guards had already been killed, and even the elders were struggling to catch the assassins. The assassins were truly slippery, skillful in the laws of darkness and shadow techniques, making it almost impossible to catch them.

The guards and assassins alike were stunned when they saw two figures suddenly appear from the pavilion. The assassins froze because their target was still alive. They instantly realized something must have happened inside, and that those who had gone in were likely dead.

The guards, on the other hand, were shocked to see the man they were supposed to protect emerge at such a dangerous time.

The assassins did not hesitate and immediately moved to attack. Their shadow movements were so fast that the guards could not keep up.

"Shit! Watch out!" one of the elders who was there to support shouted toward Sir Ferix.

The assassins almost reached Sir Ferix, but their shadow bodies suddenly stopped moving, and Sir Ferix took advantage of the moment. He drew his weapon artifact, a spear, and slashed at the shadow.

The shadow reverted into a physical body, but it was already severed as Sir Ferix killed the assassin. He did not stop there and struck at the remaining assassins, killing them instantly.

The assassins could do nothing but show expressions of shock and panic before being killed by Sir Ferix.

Those who witnessed it were utterly shocked. The assassins they had struggled to catch, let alone kill, were easily slain by someone they had thought to be a helpless figure.

They all knew that Sir Ferix was no longer who he used to be. At this point, he was only a remnant of his former self.

His strength had kept declining because of his strange illness, and at best, he could only act as a normal elder without any power compared to the others.

With his cultivation continuously falling, he was considered a weakling within the family. Some However, at this moment, everyone was truly shocked. The man they had thought to be weak compared to the others had just killed assassins at the pseudo-immortal establishment stage.

Not only that, they could sense that his cultivation had reached the peak of the pseudo-immortal stage and was quite stable. With that single swing of his spear, he unleashed a powerful slash capable of cutting through the shadows themselves. From their perspective, Sir Ferix looked like a normal, healthy cultivator rather than a frail one.

They then saw Sir Ferix and his guardian moving in another direction. The sounds of battle could still be heard in several places, and Sir Ferix was heading toward one of them.

The overall situation in the manor was dire. Several high-ranking elders had already been killed by the assassins. The Barevisk family cultivators were engaged in battles at various locations where the assassins' targets were located.

As time passed, they began to realize that the assassins were specifically targeting certain elders for unknown reasons.

As for the other cultivators who were not battling, they were trying to pursue the hiding assassins. There were also those guarding the eye of the barrier formation, which served as the main foundation maintained through the combined effort of ten people. If the assassins targeted them, the barrier would collapse, allowing the assassins to escape.

The assassins, seeing many cultivators guarding the formation's eye, were not deterred. Instead, they continued to move using their shadow techniques, trying to break through the defensive line.

However, the defense was top-notch, with three cultivators at the pseudo-immortal stage also guarding the area. One of them sensed the assassins' movements and launched an attack, followed by the other elders. The assassins, too, had members of similar strength among them, so they were not helpless.

The battle between them was inevitable.

In another part of the manor, inside the main building, there was a private room where Munez's son, Diaz, was staying. The guards were already in position, guarding the corridor leading to the room as well as the area outside the building.

Diaz was inside his room with his personal butler, who also served as his guardian.

"We need to stay here until the situation becomes calmer, young master. We don't know how many targets those assassins have," the butler said.

Diaz frowned. He could hardly believe that the assassins from the Silent Reaper had truly attacked them, and even dared to barge in and strike head-on like this.

He knew about his father's connection with those assassins, their relationship had always been good. That was why he had never believed the story told by his uncle.

But now, he truly did not know what the truth was or what had really happened with those assassins.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

"They're coming! Hold them off!"

"Argh!"

"Uwakh!"

He heard screams of pain and could sense that the assassins were coming his way. They seemed to be targeting him as well!