These past few days, Prince Darius Ironhorn, the Ninth Prince of the Strongarm Bull Devil clan, has been in a foul mood.
A third ten-thousand-man commander has been assassinated—this is nothing less than a direct provocation.
And not only that, the Shadow Devil Martial Saint he sent to hunt down the assassin has also lost contact. He doesn’t want to believe Morris Shade is dead, but he knows it’s very likely. That stings all the more, since he only has nine Martial Saints under his command.
What should his next move be?
Send another man to take over as commander, just to be assassinated for fun?
"Attendant!"
The Ninth Prince called out.
A personal guard immediately strode into the palace hall.
"Go summon Blood Abyss, Dragonhead, and Oxscent for me!"
All three were Martial Saints under his command: Blood Abyss and Dragonhead were mid-stage, Oxscent was initial-stage.
Soon, the three arrived.
Prince Darius Ironhorn’s face was dark. "I have a mission for you. Go quietly to the Blood River Camp, and you must capture that assassin alive!"
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Blood River City, Assassin Camp headquarters.
"Commander, when are we moving out again?" Fiona Li asked impatiently.
Ian Song waved her off. "No rush. We need to scout things out first. Our Assassin Camp is newly formed—we can’t afford to look weak. If I’m not mistaken, after learning one of his Martial Saints was killed, the Ninth Prince of the Strongarm Bull Devils will definitely send more Martial Saints our way!"
Everyone’s eyes lit up at that.
If the Ninth Prince sends two Martial Saints, the six of them could definitely take them down together. If he sends three, it’d be tough—but not impossible to wipe them out.
Night fell.
Ian Song once again used the Art of Great Teleportation to sneak up outside the Strongarm Bull Devils’ Blood River Camp.
He activated Clairvoyant Vision.
A moment later, he squinted and thought to himself, "Well, look at that—they actually sent three Martial Saints!"
After using Clairvoyant Vision to gauge the cultivation of all three Martial Saints, Ian Song quietly returned to Blood River City.
"Well?"
When Ian returned, Fiona Li and the other six looked at him eagerly.
Ian said gravely, "There are three Martial Saints: two mid-stage, one initial-stage."
"Three of them?"
Everyone’s eyes burned even hotter. If they could kill all three Strongarm Bull Devil Martial Saints, each of them would earn a First-Class Military Merit.
"Commander, hurry and take us over—let’s just kill those three Martial Saints already!" Jason Song urged impatiently.
Ian Song waved him off. "No rush. They’re not going anywhere for now. When we act, it has to be a guaranteed one-strike kill—if they get spooked and escape, another clean sweep will be much harder. Here’s my plan..."
After hearing Ian Song’s plan, all six showed genuine admiration.
Inside the Strongarm Bull Devils’ Blood River Camp.
Blood Abyss, Dragonhead, and Oxscent each sat cross-legged in separate tents, their auras fully suppressed—even experts of their own realm would struggle to sense them.
Outside the camp.
Seven figures flickered into view, appearing out of nowhere.
"Jason, remember—don’t get addicted to fighting!"
Ian Song quietly reminded Jason Song.
"Got it!"
Jason Song nodded, but excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Let’s go!"
Ian Song grabbed Jason Song’s arm and teleported them directly into the ten-thousand-man commander’s tent.
The newly appointed commander hadn’t gone to sleep yet. The instant he saw two strangers appear, he realized assassins had come.
"Die!"
Before he could speak, Jason Song flickered to his side and slammed a palm down on his head—the man’s skull burst like a watermelon.
As Jason Song struck,
Ian Song vanished from the tent.
At that exact moment, the three Strongarm Bull Devil Martial Saints sitting cross-legged nearby instantly became streaks of light, smashing into the tent just in time to see Jason Song crush the commander’s skull.
"Brazen human assassin—die!"
"Damn!"
Jason Song’s face changed drastically. He smashed through the tent and fled in panic.
"Where do you think you’re going, human assassin!"
All three Strongarm Bull Devil Martial Saints were excited—they hadn’t expected to run into the human assassin so soon. If they killed or captured him, the Ninth Prince’s mission would be complete.
Martial Saints moved at terrifying speed.
In one chase-and-escape sequence, they quickly broke away from the camp.
"Human assassin, stay right there!"
Dragonhead roared, throwing a heavy punch at Jason Song’s back, while Blood Abyss and Oxscent surged in from the sides. If the human assassin was even slightly slowed, they’d cut him off.
Boom!
Feeling the force of the punch behind him, the human assassin spun and unleashed several punches in a row. He managed to block Dragonhead’s sneak attack, but his speed dropped, letting Oxscent and Blood Abyss block his escape.
"You can’t escape now, human assassin. Surrender, and you might have a slim chance at life!"
Dragonhead taunted.