CHAPTER 843: KILLING ASSASSINS

Diaz could sense that the assassins were trying to breach the line of guards outside. He could hear the sounds of battle, and from the noise, it did not seem good. His guards seemed unable to contain those assassins and kept getting killed.

From the hallway and also from outside the building, he was surrounded by assassins. Diaz gritted his teeth. Those assassins from Silent Reaper were truly powerful.

They were not like normal assassin groups that usually avoided direct confrontation. The strongest traits of assassins were usually their surprise attacks and concealment to kill their targets.

However, the Silent Reaper were different. Besides those traits, their techniques themselves were strong enough to fight anyone head-on. Their shadow techniques were truly troublesome, and they could make use of them effectively.

"Young Master, I think you have to escape through the teleportation talisman. It seems the assassins nearing from the hallway are the ones targeting you. The assassins outside the main mansion are blocking the reinforcements, so we will not have any before those assassins reach the front door," his butler said.

Diaz frowned. He truly did not like that he had to escape, but from the situation at this moment, it was much safer to do so. He wanted to fight those assassins, but he did not know what they had prepared if they really intended to kill him.

If those assassins were determined to kill him, then he was afraid that they would spare nothing once they saw him here.

He finally decided to do what his butler suggested as he took out a talisman, but before he could crush it—

"Watch out!" His butler pushed him and then jumped.

Diaz saw three daggers fly past right in front of his face. If he had not been pushed by his butler, his head would have already been pierced by those daggers. Diaz looked beside him, and his eyes trembled.

An assassin suddenly appeared inside his room. The worst part was that this assassin’s cultivation was at the low pseudo-immortal stage.

His butler and he were at the pseudo-immortal establishment, and he could fight across levels, but he was not certain that he could win against this assassin.

’Shit, with him here, that means Elder Yar outside didn’t detect him!’ Diaz thought.

Without hesitation, he decided to crush the talisman in his hand, but before he could do so, his sight turned dark, leaving no light in sight. When he finally crushed the talisman, nothing happened.

’Damnit, the famous Domain of Darkness from the Silent Reaper.’ He knew he was too late, as he was already trapped inside the assassin’s domain. That assassin have used his domain to prevent Diaz from escaping through the talisman.

Under normal circumstances, that assassin could kill him without using the domain, but the moment the assassin saw the talisman, the assassin knew that stopping it was his priority.

Diaz did not have much time to feel shocked or disappointed. He decided to unleash his own domain. The Domain of Light instantly spread around him, trying to push back the darkness, but the darkness was too strong and kept forcing the light back toward him.

The assassin did not wait any longer. A shadow form suddenly appeared beneath Diaz’s feet before turning corporeal. A hand holding a dagger tried to stab his heart, but he dodged it by a small margin.

He lost his concentration over his domain, and it vanished, allowing the darkness to return completely.

’Shit.’ His senses were blocked by the darkness, but his danger sense tingled, warning him that the assassin was about to launch a fatal attack.

He then heard a slashing sound behind the darkness, and a moment later, the darkness disappeared. He could see his surroundings again but he was stunned, then shocked, as he saw two new figures standing there.

He saw his uncle and his guardian.

His eyes moved to the spear in his uncle’s hand, and he noticed the spearhead was already stained with blood. The blood was still dripping, showing that it was fresh. The assassin was lying on the ground beside him with his head severed, which made his heart tremble.

He looked at his butler, who seemed already dead, a dagger pierced through his forehead. It seemed that the assassin had killed his butler in the brief moment of darkness before attacking him.

Still, his attention was more focused on his uncle.

His uncle killed that assassin?

How could he do that? How could his uncle be here when he was supposed to be in his pavilion? Wasn’t he supposed to be sick and weak? How was this possible?

His senses picked up that his uncle’s cultivation was at peak pseudo-immortal establishment stage. His guardian’s cultivation was still the same as the last time he sensed him.

Did his uncle kill that assassin in such a short time with his own strength?

He, who had the same level of strength at peak pseudo-immortal establishment stage, had difficulty fighting against that assassin. But his uncle, who had seemed sickly and showed no improvement not long ago, suddenly became healthy and even stronger?

Sir Ferix did not say anything and left the room with Aldrian as Aldrian teleported them out. Seeing his uncle and his guardian disappear, he was stunned. Even when they vanished, he could not sense anything.

He spread his spiritual sense and could sense that the assassins nearby had already been killed. The guards also seemed to be talking about what had just happened. His uncle truly came here and killed all of those assassins.

Diaz’s gaze became blank. He did not know since when his uncle had changed. Had his uncle been pretending all this time to be weak? How was it possible for his uncle to break free from the curse that his father said was impossible to break?

The worst part was that his uncle was the one who saved his life. The person he had always underestimated in the past was actually the one who saved him.

He gritted his teeth and dashed out of the room. He wanted to see the situation in the manor first. He also wanted to know what his uncle was planning with his sudden appearance. He did not have a good feeling about his uncle suddenly revealing his strength to everyone.

For his uncle to have hidden his true self so deeply that even his father did not know, he must be planning something.

He was one of the people who suspected that his uncle had done something to his father to make him fall unconscious. With this sudden attack from the Silent Reaper and his uncle suddenly throwing off his mask, he could smell something fishy.

He could hear the sounds of battle spreading across the manor grounds. His uncle seemed to move toward every battle area, killing the assassins there. When Diaz arrived at the nearest battle area he could hear, the fight was already over. His uncle had already disappeared somewhere.

He did not waste time and moved toward another battle area. Yet again, when he arrived, the same thing happened, his uncle had already vanished. This repeated scene continued until he reached the place where several pseudo-immortal stage assassins were fighting. They were battling against his family’s elders and were surrounded by many family cultivators.

The others kept their distance from the fight, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, but all of them wore the same expression and were looking in one direction.

One of the assassins was injured in the arm, and from what the onlookers had seen, it seemed to be his uncle who had inflicted the wound.

He could see the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces as they looked toward his uncle, and that reaction was only to be expected.

The moment Sir Ferix arrived, many were startled, but when he attacked one of the assassins with his spear and almost killed the assassin, they were truly shocked. If not for another assassin warning his comrade, that one would have already died.

They could only look speechlessly at the man whom many had seen as pitiful noble. The man who had been cast aside because of his sickness, weakness, and defeat to his older brother in the battle of succession.

The fallen genius who was believed to remain on the ground while others soared to the sky.

Yet at this moment, he stood proudly with his spear in hand, ready for battle. A pseudo-immortal establishment cultivator joining a battle among pseudo-immortal cultivators would normally seem like a suicide attempt, but Sir Ferix seemed not to care.

Some of the assassins who saw Sir Ferix were also confused, as he was one of their listed targets, and yet, he was still alive.

Seeing that the situation was growing strange and turning disadvantageous, one of the assassins decided to attack while the others continued to hold off the stronger cultivators.

His body turned into a shadow and disappeared. Seeing the assassin vanish, the others knew he was preparing to strike. This was the assassin’s technique that had been giving them headaches since earlier. The assassin was truly difficult to catch—let alone kill.

"Stop that bastard!"

"Protect Elder Ferix!"

Many shouted as the cultivators rushed toward Sir Ferix. Although Sir Ferix was less respected now, he was still a member of the family’s main bloodline. He remained an important figure who still held some influence among certain family members.

But then something happened that made everyone’s eyes widen.

Sir Ferix swung his spear to the side. The powerful motion created a fierce gust that swept across the area, even throwing some nearby cultivators off balance.

After the swing, something manifested out of nowhere beside Sir Ferix. Blood splattered across the ground, and the severed head of the assassin dropped to the floor. The assassin’s body collapsed lifelessly a moment later.

The assassin was killed, just like that.