Soul Land 5: The Rebirth of Tang San

Chapter 245: The Perfect Assassination

The carriage sped through the streets of Kali City, with the Flash Leopard King silently meditating with his eyes closed.

Leaving was necessary, but they couldn’t move the clan altogether; reliable subordinates had to stay behind to monitor the situation. They would adapt as soon as the conflict had an outcome.

Deep down, there was a tinge of regret. Today's meeting, hosted by the Peacock Great Demon King, seemed meaningless on the surface but offered their not-so-close relationship a chance to improve. Once allied, they would be forever considered friends of the Peacock Demon's lineage. Unfortunately, he ultimately lacked the courage.

Well, what's done is done. We can only take one step at a time.

His heart contracted slightly at that moment, and a sudden oppressive feeling emerged. Although not yet a god-level being, he was a mere step away. He was a peak ninth-order powerhouse with spiritual power on the brink of transformation, which granted him a certain level of precognition when it came to danger.

The sudden pressure startled him, and he shouted, "Stop the carriage!"

The carriage was speeding; the leopard demons pulling it slowed down upon his command, but inertia kept them moving forward.

At this time, the carriage was on a narrow stretch of road, barely enough for two vehicles like theirs to travel side by side. It was the only road that led to the Flash Leopard clan's ancestral home.

A chilling light appeared in an instant. Dozens of cold glimmers, almost like lightning, flashed out of thin air from the tops of the walls on both sides.

The leopard demon pulling the carriage instinctively tried to dodge, and the four eighth-order leopard demons on both sides prepared to use Leopard Flash to surge forward and confront the enemy on the wall tops. Meanwhile, the Flash Leopard King inside the carriage was about to use Leopard Flash to burst out, as his speed would be more effectively utilized in the open space.

However, at that moment, they were shocked to discover that the space around them had become distorted. None of them could use Leopard Flash, and their attempts had no effect. The distorted space forcibly locked their movements.

This caused the leopard demons to feel as if they had misapplied their force, making them grunt in discomfort.

The space around the Flash Leopard King twisted violently as he mobilized his bloodline power to disperse the spatial distortions around him. By the time he did that, however, those dozens of cold glimmers had already reached them.

They were crossbow bolts glowing with a faint white light, each of them clearly incredibly sharp.

Unable to use Leopard Flash, the leopard demons could only use their claws to catch the trajectories of those crossbow bolts. However, they believed that since the space around them was distorted, the same distortions should also affect the bolts and prevent them from reaching them.

Contrary to their expectations, as the crossbow bolts neared, they seemed to move around the spatial distortions as if they had a mind of their own—or rather, the twisted space seemed to avoid them intentionally. The bolts pierced through the gaps in space.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...

The leopard demons pulling the carriage were instantly turned into a pin cushion, as the powerful crossbow bolts were beyond what they could handle even with their physiques.

Even the four eighth-order leopard demons suffered heavy injuries. They had activated their bloodline power to harden their fur and tried to block it with their claws. Yet, the bolts pierced their bodies from tricky angles, and their internal bloodline power paused at that instant, making them most vulnerable when hit by the bolts.

The four eighth-order leopard demons roared in unison, falling to the ground together. They weren't dead, but they were severely injured.

At that moment, following those dozens of cold glimmers, three huge crossbow bolts arrived side by side. Each bolt was two meters long and thick as an arm, glowing white and gold. Their tips were razor sharp, and they seemed to distort the very light around them as they pierced through the air.

The Flash Leopard King was horrified to realize that he could not immediately break free from the spatial control. Who could lock space to counter his Leopard Flash? He didn’t even need to use his brain to figure it out. Only the Peacock Demon clan controlled the power of space like that!

Unable to use Leopard Flash and not daring to stay inside, he directly smashed through the side and burst out of the carriage.

And when he charged out, those three huge crossbow bolts had already reached him.

The evil whistle of the bolts made the Flash Leopard King's fur stand on end. What are these things?!

Not daring to underestimate them, he almost instantly raised his claws. A yellow light blossomed around him as he fully mobilized his bloodline power.

But in that instant, he suddenly felt his body stiffen. To his shock, there seemed to be a person riding on the bolt in the middle! The person was wearing a mask and launching what seemed to be a powerless palm strike at it. Under the pressure of this normal-looking palm, the bloodline power gathered by the Flash Leopard King and everything around it seemed to pause instantly.

This pause was deadly.

The space around them twisted again instantly, continuing right after the previous spatial oppression had just shattered.

This was a combined oppression of time and space. Even though the Flash Leopard King was a peak ninth-order being, he was suppressed for a moment. And that moment felt like an eternity.

The three huge bolts did not tear the robust body of the Flash Leopard King apart but they did pierce through his torso easily.

A petite figure appeared behind him at the same time. Sharp claws gripped its carotid arteries from both sides, instantly tearing them apart. Blood spurted wildly.

The bloodline power within the Flash Leopard King surged explosively, instantly shattering the three huge bolts on his body. His ninth-order mighty bloodline power burst forth like a sweeping storm.

Although he was fatally wounded, unlike the Wind Wolf King, he was not poisoned. With his peak ninth-order cultivation, he possessed an extremely formidable vitality. Even in death, he was determined to launch one final strike.

However, at that moment, the person standing on the bolt—now on the ground in front of him—looked him in the eye. Two piercing purple beams shot from the person’s eyes into the Flash Leopard King's pupils, instantly sending him into mental shock. His sea of consciousness violently churned, and he could not control his energy.

The massive holes in his chest, as well as his shredded neck arteries, gushed blood instantly. In a moment, at least one-third of his blood was ejected from his body, splattering everywhere.

On cue, the person in front of him made a circular motion with his hand, and the blood seemed to be drawn to him as if by magic. The blood was funneled into a large bottle, not one drop missing.

At the same time, the claws of the person behind severed the Flash Leopard King's spine, finally ending his life.

The collaboration between Asura and Mei Gongzi was flawless.

After killing the Flash Leopard King and securing the bottle of blood, Asura did not pause for a moment. His figure flickered, swiftly breaking the necks of the four eighth-order leopard demons. He did not bother collecting the blood, however. He simply said, "Clean up the battlefield."

Mei Gongzi also acted quickly, collecting the crossbow bolts that had pierced the Flash Leopard King and his companions. The two of them even took all the fragments of the enormous bolts that had exploded. Then, she swiftly fled from the scene.

It took only a dozen breaths from the launch of the crossbow bolts to the end of the battle. It was a fatal strike followed by an instant retreat. Everything flowed as smoothly as clouds and water, and thus, a peak ninth-order powerhouse met an untimely end.

Following Asura, Mei Gongzi observed him as he swiftly moved ahead, her beautiful eyes filled with continuous flashes of fascination.