C12 Assassin

The soldiers' corpses were tossed into the air one by one, breaking into several pieces. Accompanied by a mist of blood, they fell to the sides of the street.

In just a short period of time, the dozens of soldiers had all turned into corpses lying on the ground. The remaining few generals in silver armour used their bodies to protect the Finance Minister who was standing in the middle of the group.

At this moment, his face was ashen, without a single trace of blood. Perspiration dripped down his face, and his entire body was trembling as his eyes glazed over.

The guards who were guarding Dumakic, seeing their companion die horribly in an instant, gripping their spears tightly in their trembling hands and staring fixedly at the two devils who killed without blinking, thought to themselves, Your target is that bastard Udotov, the treasurer, do not come looking for trouble with us!

With cold smiles on their faces, the two of them held long swords in their hands as they slowly walked towards Wu Tuo Fu.

The situation here was clearly observed by Zhao Yang, who was standing not far away. He also realized that the few high-ranking officers dressed in silver armor that protected him were the real experts.

Watching the two assassins approach, the two high-ranking officer in front of him moved, he waved his long sword and charged towards the two assassins.

The assassin appeared to have seen through the strength of the high-ranking officer. He did not feel the slightest bit of anxiety as he urged the Dou Qi within his body to pour into the sword.

One of the high-ranking officer's sword was about to stab into the left chest of an assassin.

The assassin did not dodge nor evade. He lifted his left hand and grabbed the high-ranking officer's sword, causing the high-ranking officer to be unable to withdraw and defend. At the same time, the sword in the assassin's right hand pierced into the high-ranking officer's chest without any obstruction.

The other high-ranking officer saw his comrade die miserably and felt panic in his heart. Just in case the person in front of him was a lunatic who wasn't afraid of getting hurt. He hastily retracted his sword to defend and quickly retreated.

The assassin who killed one of the high-ranking officers kicked the high-ranking officer's corpse away, shaking off the blood on his left hand that was flowing out due to the sword. He wiped it on his body, leaving a trail of blood on his clothes.

Are these two even human?

The retreating high-ranking officer cursed in his heart as his eyes revealed a terrified expression. He sighed and gathered enough powerful battle qi to support his sword and hacked at the two approaching assassins.

The two assassins saw a sword light that was about ten feet long sweeping towards them, and quickly leaped up, dodging the sword of the high-ranking officer.

The two of them stayed in the air for a moment and looked at each other. Then, they turned into two arcs of light and pounced towards the high-ranking officer, who was still blocking in front of Udotov.

The high-ranking officer could see the strength of the assassin in front of him. He knew that it would be difficult for him to defeat them in a pincer attack by himself, so he hurriedly tried to retreat.

At this moment, he suddenly heard someone shout behind him, "Stop them, quickly stop them!"

The general had no choice but to brace himself and brandish his sword to meet the blow.

However, as he swung his sword, the two assassins suddenly changed their positions, moving around him and pouncing towards the other two generals behind him who were protecting him.

Amongst these high-ranking officers, he was the strongest, being a level eight Knight. As for the other two, they were just those who had reached the threshold of level eight.

Although they were both at the eighth rank, their strength was quite mysterious. In addition, the two guys hadn't expected the assassin to suddenly change targets, so they didn't have the time to react before moving their heads.

The high-ranking officer's blood splattered onto his face. Smelling the smell of blood, he felt dizzy and his legs went limp. Then, he collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

Seeing this situation, a few of the high-ranking officers who were guarding Du Mackenzie's group finally moved. One of the high-ranking officers shouted to his soldiers, "Go, kill those two bastards!"

After receiving the order to attack, the frightened soldiers were so scared that they became flustered. They trembled all over, tightly grasping the spears in their hands, and bravely besieged the two assassins.

The soldiers were too weak to stop the assassin.

A massacre! This was a massacre that involved only one side, and no power at all!

In just a few minutes, the dozens of guards had turned into corpses.

The few high-ranking officers on the other side were enraged. One by one, they drew their swords and pounced towards the two assassins.

Seeing that the few high-ranking officers guarding Dumakic had charged over, Zhao Yang immediately ordered the second group's two level eight puppets to use all their strength to block it.

In the second group, the two puppets suddenly launched an attack, suddenly chopping two of the weaker generals to death.

Zhao Yang ordered for the second group to attack simultaneously. He then ordered Skinny Monkey and the others to take the opportunity to disrupt the surrounding civilians and create chaos.

Everything was under Zhao Yang's control.

Very soon, they were the first to arrive in front of the crowd. Under the onslaught of the panicked crowd, many of the timid and fearful soldiers threw away their weapons, took off their military uniforms, and ran into the crowd.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhao Yang let the expert puppet next to him grab the still unmoving Du Mukui within the carriage.

The eighth golem servant charged over, seeming to close in on the carriage.

Right at this moment, a spear pierced through the walls of the carriage, striking towards the golem servant of the eighth rank.

Seeing this, Zhao Yang was astonished. Heavens, what was going on!? What kind of information did Skinny Monkey collect!? The person in the carriage was not Dumacci, but someone else. F * ck! We were fooled.

Just as Zhao Yang was deep in thought, the spear had already pierced through the chest of the level eight puppet servant.

However, the puppet servant's face did not reveal a single trace of pain. He waved his sword to cut off the long handle exposed in front of his chest, and then he slashed down towards the carriage.

With a "hong" sound, the carriage was split into pieces by the puppet servant's sword qi, and wood chips flew everywhere.

After the wood shavings had all fallen to the ground, an old man wearing a grey robe was standing inside the carriage with a serene look on his face. He was sneering as he stared at Zhao Yang.

The two terrifying rays of light that shot out of his eyes carried a cold, deep feeling as they poured into Zhao Yang's body.

Even though Zhao Yang felt the cold chill within the light that shot out from the old man's eyes, he did not show any signs of worry or fear. However, the expression on his face was surprisingly calm, causing the old man to be shocked when he saw it.

The grey-robed elder sized up Zhao Yang and said, "Brat, why are you doing this?"

Zhao Yang didn't pay any attention to the gray-robed elder, because he saw that the injured servant of the eighth golem had already risen to his feet, waving his sword and pouncing towards the old man.

The old man didn't seem to sense it at all. Just as the golem servant was about to approach the gray-robed old man, the old man casually waved his hand, and a blazing flame shot out from his palm towards the golem servant.

Although the golem servant was at the eighth rank, given that he was injured, his reaction time was much slower. However, he didn't care how powerful the fiery light was, but rather used his own body to clash with it.

With a "boom", the intense flames contained a huge explosive force that rushed into the puppet servant's body, followed by an explosion.

Suddenly, the puppet servant was blasted into bits and pieces, and a mist of blood floated into the air. Flesh and blood scattered all over the ground.

Even though the expert of the eighth rank was only a puppet servant who obeyed orders, Zhao Yang still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He began to hate the arrogant old man in front of him.

Zhao Yang glared at the grey-robed old man and said, "You old bastard, you must be very capable. If you really are, come at me."

The grey-robed elder laughed disdainfully, "Fighting with you would take away my identity." Saying so, he waved to the guards on both sides, who had yet to escape, signaling them to attack Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang sneered. Without waiting for the guards to move, he chanted an incantation and formed a hand seal. He released a flying sword and shot it towards the guards.

The reason Zhao Yang didn't attack the old man directly was because he knew that the power of his flying sword couldn't touch the old man at all.

The reason why he attacked the guards was to let the old man see that he, Zhao Yang, was not someone who could be dismissed by just one or two soldiers.

When the old man saw that Zhao Yang could actually use his mind to control a sword to kill someone, he was shocked in his heart. How could he control the sword to fly out and kill? Could it be that this fellow wasn't a human, but a demon? If that was the case, he definitely couldn't let him go now.

When the old man saw that Zhao Yang had instantly killed the soldiers with his flying sword, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Immediately, the red light in his eyes grew brighter, and under the summons of the old man's incantation, all the magical energy in the surrounding space quickly gathered towards the old man.

Streams of energy instantly formed into a blazing fireball on the surface of his body, and traces of high-energy heat swarmed into the surrounding space.

Zhao Yang didn't know what this old man was going to do, but an angry killing intent arose in his heart.

A rank 12 offensive magic scroll was already in his hand, waiting for the old man to come closer. He didn't hesitate to smash the magic scroll at the arrogant old man.

"Ya ~ ~ ~" The old man roared towards the sky and his body flew off the ground like lightning. He floated about thirty feet in the air and his hands danced rapidly. He gathered a ball of flame with a diameter of half a meter and smashed it towards Zhao Yang.

The surrounding onlookers were pushed back more than ten meters back by the powerful aura of the old man's magic power. Only then did they barely stand still.

On the other hand, Zhao Yang, who was protected by the power of the rank 12 magic scrolls, completely ignored that power.

When the old man threw out the magic fireball in his hand, Zhao Yang's face revealed a sinister smile.

Instead of retreating, he advanced and activated the Free and Unrestrained Steps on his feet. Using his body as a weapon, he flew towards the ball of fire magic that was flying toward him at lightning speed.