The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

The thought of tracking surged, but after a few seconds of consideration, Zhu Haomiao decided to give up.

Because he knew the opponent's Divine Sense was exceptionally powerful, and he wasn't confident he wouldn't be discovered.

So, it was better to cast a long line to catch a big fish...

Narrowing his eyes in the darkness, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a long time. Just as he was about to go back to sleep, he suddenly sensed movement outside the door again.

Why come back?

No, something's wrong!

These footsteps were much heavier...

A barely noticeable sound of shoe soles scraping entered his ears. With a thought, Zhu Haomiao quietly activated the supernatural authority of [Spiritual Rhinoceros], his heart as clear as a mirror, reflecting a cold and ruthless killing intent.

This guy wants to kill me directly?

Two groups of people?

Damn it, these people really have eyes everywhere. I've just returned and I'm already being watched!

Gritting his teeth, Zhu Haomiao closed his eyes and calmed his mind, quietly waiting for the opponent to make a move.

The matte black dagger parted the bed curtains silently. The intruder confirmed his face, and the sharp dagger, like the tusks of a venomous snake, silently stabbed toward the boy's chest.

Dang!

Just as the dagger's tip pierced the skin, the boy lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, sprang up violently, and punched the assassin in the chest and abdomen.

Boom!

A sharp metallic scraping sound and a muffled thud of flesh colliding exploded simultaneously. The indestructible sensation came from his hand, making the assassin feel like he had struck solid Mystic Iron.

At the same time, the tremendous force bombarded the abdominal cavity, bursting countless capillaries in an instant, tangling his intestines together.

"Pff~"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the assassin shot out like a cannonball, carving a straight line through the door, bouncing and scraping along the ground for over ten meters before finally stopping against the courtyard wall.

Thick black blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. The assassin looked at the boy slowly emerging from the shadows, his pupils shrinking to pinholes.

This power... stronger than mine!

Peak Fifth-rank!

How is that possible?!

What's even more terrifying is, contrary to my strong offense and weak defense, his physique seems several levels higher than my attack power!

In other words, my proudest advantage doesn't even match up to his weakest point!

This sort of defense surpassing grades, even Fourth Grade Martial Artists probably can't handle, only experts at the [Upper Three Grades] could possibly kill him!

He's only fifteen years old!!

If he cultivates for another two years...

No way!

This terrifying kid will surely become a major threat in the future, he must not be left alive!

I must get this information back!

Without hesitation, the assassin propped himself up and started to run.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao sneered, reached out and grabbed thin air. The matte black dagger on the ground bounced up instantly, the tip held in his grip, slowly lifting... taking aim...

[Armor Breaking Force·Triumph]!

[Flying Brilliance·Star Fall]!

Swoosh~

Having only run a few steps, the assassin suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold rise from his back, a stabbing pain between his brows.

Instinctively twisting his body, his spine turned like a twisted rope, and a dim black light flashed through the air, leaving a ghastly gash on his waist.

Ignoring the pain, the assassin controlled his muscles, applied force to close the wound and stop the bleeding, leaping to the wall as if nothing had happened.

But in the next second, an unnoticed dim black light attacked from the front. Only then did he realize the weapon he had just lost was now attacking him.

Manipulating objects with Qi?!

His pupils suddenly trembled, the terrifying thought flashed through his mind, and despite his utmost effort to dodge, the elusive dagger still carved a gruesome half-finger-deep cut on his leg.

His nimble movements stuttered slightly, and in that brief moment of delay, the terrifying boy was upon him, a palm pressing toward his back.

Woo~

The attack had yet to land, but the piercing sound of breaking through the air was like a demonic rhythm urging death, the assassin clenched his teeth hard, manically squeezing his Dantian, and channeled all his energy, reversing a palm to hit back.

Smack!

The thunderous roar exploded mid-air, a wave of visible Qi Force burst forth from between their palms, a tangible Gang Wind swept across tens of yards, causing nearly half of the [Pingyang Marquis Mansion] to tremble slightly, shedding countless specks of dust.

In the center of the battlefield, after a brief palm power stalemate, Zhu Haomiao grinned fiercely, surged his Dantian, and exerted his power.

[Stacked Waves Strength·Fierce Wave]!

[Penetration Energy·Thunderbolt]!

Boom!

The boy's palm suddenly pressed forward, an unstoppable ferocious force crushed everything, pouring solidly into his enemy's body.

Destructive True Qi reversed up his arm, instantly penetrating the internal organs, the assassin felt like struck by thunderbolt, his already internal bleeding organs were further devastated.

Puff!

Like a balloon struck until burst, the immense pressure had nowhere to vent inside, squeezing the black blood mingled with shredded innards out of the assassin's mouth!

Boom!

The remaining force drove the assassin straight into the ground, shattering the thick blue stone slabs, cracking open a radial pit over two meters wide.

Seeing the assassin lying in the pit, endlessly vomiting blood, Zhu Haomiao gently walked over, looked down into his eyes.

"Who sent you?"

In response to the boy's interrogation, the assassin merely flashed a twisted grin, his cheek twitched slightly.

In the next moment, Zhu Haomiao's eyelid flicked, his fingers like a sword stabbed into the assassin's mouth, pulling out a crushed poison capsule.

But it was too late, the fatal poison that sealed the throat spread rapidly, the gleam in the assassin's eyes quickly dimmed.

"You think committing suicide to silence yourself will stop me from knowing who sent you?"

Zhu Haomiao stared at the dying assassin, sneering coldly.

"To make a Fifth-rank master worthy of marquess and minister willingly act as a Death Soldier... Hmph, [Duke Ning] what a move!"

Staring intently into the assassin's eyes, sensing the imperceptible constriction of his pupils upon hearing the name [Duke Ning], Zhu Haomiao lifted the corner of his mouth, manipulating the Sword Finger with a virtual cut through the air, a black flash severed the assassin's neck, decapitating him.

"At dawn tomorrow, deliver this head to the [Duke Ning Mansion]."

The terrifying sound had already woken the entire estate, facing the panicked servants rushing over, Zhu Haomiao gave a light command, then turned and went back to sleep again.

......

The weather grew colder, yet the luxurious [Duke Ning Mansion] remained lush and green, accompanied by the rising sun, melodious bird song echoed in the garden, permeating the air like a celestial paradise.

Gazing at the scenery through the window, an elderly man with white hair leisurely enjoyed his breakfast, catching sight of a figure in a Python Robe hastily approaching from the corner of his eye.

"Grandfather, I heard that guy appeared again yesterday?!"

Seeing his grandson's excited yet fierce eyes, the old man calmly set down his chopsticks.

"What's the rush? Even if he hides to the ends of the earth, I can still find and crush him."

"Just an ant, don't let him distract you, your main focus now is to stay by your father's side!"