Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!

This was the place where Chen Pingping and Zi Ji had vanished. Consequently, the Assassin from Chong Tower had been lingering, trying to discover the reason for their disappearance.

For a long time, he found nothing.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly sensed a trace of killing intent. It wasn't strong, and it quickly vanished.

The Assassin was somewhat surprised. He was adept at disguise; even if he walked among a crowd, no one would recognize him. But now, he was clearly being targeted.

Who could it be?

Using the cover of the bustling Long Street, he quickly faded into the shadows, but soon… the killing intent appeared again.

He approached Murong Hua and said, "Someone is targeting me."

"Oh?" Murong Hua asked in surprise, "Who?"

"I don't know. The presence disappeared too quickly to trace," the Assassin said morosely.

He had always been the hunter, lurking in the shadows to observe his prey. But this time, he was the prey, with someone observing him from the darkness. It was an unsettling feeling.

An hour passed. The killing intent flickered in and out of existence, appearing a total of seven times.

Every time the Assassin tried to capture it, the killing intent would instantly disappear. As it happened more often, he grew inexplicably nervous.

「At the inn.」

Liu Yuhui had thought Guang Xiaoyu was about to make her move, his palms sweating with nervousness—he was relieved that she hadn't.

Following Guang Xiaoyu's gaze into the vast sea of people, he saw only figures; where was this formidable enemy? He didn't dare to ask, so he could only watch eagerly.

Guang Xiaoyu sneered inwardly, Little thing, this Emperor will kill you.

Giving him a taste of his own medicine. This was her best method for dealing with the Assassin from Chong Tower. Without expending a single soldier, she could eliminate him.

The eighth time, the ninth time…

Several hours passed. The Assassin's composure was clearly wavering. He began to feel anxious, his breathing grew somewhat rapid, and his gaze became restless.

The killing intent persisted, yet he could never find its source, and slowly, anxiety consumed him.

"Calm down," Murong Hua said.

The Assassin was silent. He usually treated his targets this way. This time, the roles were reversed—a torment for an assassin with such a steadfast will.

Seeing him remain quiet, Murong Hua laid a hand on his shoulder, his gaze profound.

WHOOSH!

The killing intent appeared again.

He was on the verge of collapse, his mind and body tormented. His voice trembled, "He's here. He's always been here. He wants to kill me."

"Calm down!" Murong Hua scolded him.

But he couldn't calm down at all. A bizarre power, intangible and insidious, was entering his body, affecting him at every moment. It was like the legendary Charm, or perhaps some kind of Forbidden Technique.

He realized he had fallen into a trap, but he couldn't articulate it. His formidable willpower was fading, his eyes growing dull.

Damn it!

Murong Hua's expression showed anger as he scanned the surroundings, trying to find the culprit.

"Demon cultivators!" the Assassin articulated with difficulty, just before reaching the brink of collapse.

Finally, the last line of defense deep within his heart crumbled. His eyes snapped open, and a sword light lanced towards Murong Hua…

Murong Hua exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

His pupils turned pitch black, his body gradually fell under control, and even more so between his brows, where a shadowy figure seemed about to emerge.

That was a demon—a demon of the Primitive Demon God.

Guang Xiaoyu used the eyes of the Primitive Demon God. She employed Charm to dismantle the Assassin's psyche and devour his consciousness. Then, drawing upon the Primitive Demon God's power, she seized control of his body.

This time, he was no longer the Assassin from Chong Tower, but a puppet in Guang Xiaoyu's hands.

SWISH!

Another sword thrust.

The distance was too close, far too close. The sword pierced Murong Hua's body, and killing intent erupted, continuously devouring his life force.

The Assassin turned and left, heading towards another group.

That was where the Bai Family experts had gathered. At that moment… they were discussing Chen Pingping's possible whereabouts when a Sword Slash tore into their midst.

More than ten experts were severely injured, and seven or eight died on the spot.

The Bai Family roared, "You're seeking death!"

"Don't act rashly! He's Chong Tower's Assassin!" exclaimed a man beside them, his face drastically changed as he hurriedly retreated from the place.

Chong Tower's Assassins were truly terrifying—adept at disguise and assassination, often killing unseen. Perhaps you would never even see them before you fell, or perhaps… from the first moment you laid eyes on one, your life was destined to end then and there.

After these words were exclaimed, the remaining Bai Family experts were thrown into panic.

The cultivators lurking nearby all turned their gazes here. Witnessing Chong Tower's Assassin attacking the Bai Family, they frowned, their expressions grave.

"Get lost…!" The Assassin's own consciousness briefly took control. He roared, his hair disheveled, his face contorted in agony, his entire body trembling. His strong willpower momentarily suppressed the encroaching Charm, allowing him this outburst.

But… within him, a terrible battle raged.

"Demon cultivators!" the Assassin bellowed.

Everyone was horrified. At this moment, they seemed to understand something.

A powerful demon cultivator was controlling Chong Tower's Assassin.

Very terrifying.

He was still struggling, his willpower constantly battling the power of the Charm. But the toll on his life force was immense; it was estimated he wouldn't last much longer before falling.

Ultimately, the Assassin chose to self-destruct, preferring death to submission.

A mass of flesh and blood exploded, staining the entire inn red…

The scene fell silent, deathly quiet.

All the experts witnessing this scene felt suffocated.

"You!" Liu Yuhui exclaimed, coming to his senses. He stared intently at Guang Xiaoyu. In that moment, he wasn't panicked, but terrified.

He had been standing beside Guang Xiaoyu all along, and although he didn't see her make a move, he could sense the fluctuations of her actions. Combined with the Assassin's earlier cry of "demon cultivators," Liu Yuhui faintly guessed her identity: she was actually a demon cultivator.

He took a few steps back, still staring at Guang Xiaoyu. "Why did you deceive me?"

Guang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes. "When did I deceive you?"

"You are…" Liu Yuhui trailed off. "I am a Human Clan cultivator. I will not associate with you."

"Then go!" Guang Xiaoyu's eyes widened. "I won't be friends with a coward."

It had been a simple journey together, but in the end, they still had to part. Guang Xiaoyu saw this very clearly. She was the Demon Emperor, while he was merely a minor cultivator.

Liu Yuhui opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something. But seeing her calm expression, her indifferent air, the myriad words he wished to speak caught in his throat.

In the end, he could only watch as Guang Xiaoyu walked past him, heading towards the Bai Family's location.

She was going to strike again.

Stubborn!

Liu Yuhui's face darkened with pain. To think I actually traveled with a demon cultivator… It's unforgivable. And she was deceiving me all along. And yet… she's going to strike again…

Liu Yuhui couldn't understand. You're merely on the King Tao path, and you're all alone. What gives you the right to act? How can you possibly face so many powerful enemies? Do you truly not value your life? If your identity as a demon cultivator is exposed, who in this world can protect you?

Damn it! Why am I even worried about you?

He headed in the opposite direction.

Just then, Guang Xiaoyu made her move. She shouted, "Bai Family, your time to die has come!"

Liu Yuhui couldn't help but stop in his tracks.