Chapter 378: Chapter 380 He’s Coming, You’re Dead [3/10]

“Rivers of blood!”

With those four words, a chill pierced the hearts of all who heard them.

Before the national leaders could react, Wu Tian had already hung up. By then, he had arrived at the Qin Family’s villa, but the place was empty.

Wu Tian called Xiao Tianzan, who quickly discovered that Qin Zhengyang and his group were at the Five-Star Hotel in Yang City.

“Do you need me to send backup?” Xiao Tianzan asked.

“No need,” Wu Tian replied, hanging up the phone immediately.

That night, the bright moon hung high in the chilly sky. The very air around Wu Tian turned exceptionally biting.

If someone seeks death, then I shall grant it! It is not that I wish to become an Asura, but that there are despicable people in this world—some of whom are not even human!

Wu Tian’s gaze was icy as he drove straight toward the Five-Star Hotel in Yang City.

The Five-Star Hotel was located in the center of Yang City. Although it was already past midnight, the building was still brightly lit.

Wu Tian scanned the hotel with his Spiritual Sense. He saw successful businessmen in suits, their faces glowing red from drink. He also saw well-dressed beasts pinning glamorous women beneath them.

His Spiritual Sense swept over them. They seemed very real, but he noticed their eyes were sharp. They were only feigning drunkenness. In reality, they were perfectly sober.

The men pinning the women were merely going through the motions; they never actually penetrated them. The women had calluses on their pale fingers. All of it was an illusion.

Wu Tian parked his car to the side, looking up at the massive building that towered over the land. An ordinary assassin would have taken a dark alley, snuck through a window, and moved with caution. But not Wu Tian. He did not conceal his presence.

In this world, no one was worthy of making Wu Tian hide.

Thus, he swaggered inside.

On the first floor, Wu Tian passed various private rooms as he headed for the elevator. In these rooms, customers unabashedly snorted powder. Some beat up weaker individuals, while groups of men and women danced together, groping one another shamelessly.

But these, too, were illusions.

As Wu Tian entered the elevator and ascended, everyone on the first floor—the ones snorting powder, dancing, and fighting—changed. They suddenly turned as cold as ice and as stiff as wood, their eyes radiating a murderous aura.

“It seems this Martial Emperor of Dragon Country didn’t realize we were in disguise.”

“Of course not. We are all Five-Star Assassins!”

The Five-Star Hotel had been modified in advance. The Underworld also had legitimate enterprises on the surface, and this hotel was one of them. Every corridor was equipped with a micro-camera every three meters, undetectable to ordinary people.

Wu Tian, however, had already spotted them all and didn’t care. His Spiritual Sense enveloped the entire hotel, telling him that Qin Yuhan was on the twentieth floor.

Now, Wu Tian took the elevator to the twentieth floor. Just as it arrived, there was a sharp CLICK.

The elevator stopped. Then, with a WHOOSH, it plunged straight down!

Wu Tian knew the elevator had also been tampered with. The elevator smashed downward. Anyone inside would have a ninety-seven percent chance of dying.

Wu Tian punched a hole through the elevator door. Timing his exit perfectly, he stepped out into the corridor.

BOOM! The elevator crashed at the bottom of the shaft, sending a thunderous sound through the building.

Wu Tian was now on the seventeenth floor.

“He’s still alive?”

On the seventeenth floor, armed men were ready and waiting. They were shocked to see Wu Tian appear but quickly raised their silenced guns and aimed at him.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The hallway was crowded with people, and the front row began firing.

Wu Tian snorted, and rays of Blood Glow shot out from his body, scarring the walls. Before the assassins could react, they were brutally cut down by the Blood Glow, and blood splattered everywhere.

The entire hallway was drenched in blood.

So they predicted I would come and set traps in advance. But all traps are useless in the face of absolute power!

The elevator was gone, so Wu Tian headed for the stairs.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Alarms on every floor of the Five-Star Hotel rang out simultaneously, signaling an enemy attack.

Men on the floors below and above all drew their weapons—handguns, rifles, large knives, long spears. They swiftly converged on Wu Tian’s location. These were International Assassins, gathered here because Dongfang Fengyun had promised to teach them the Cultivation Method obtained from the Mount Shu relics. These Five-Star Assassins had all abandoned their current missions, rushing to Yang City by the fastest means available.

Finally, a few men spotted Wu Tian. Just as they were about to speak, he flicked his finger. A ray of Blood Glow flew out, harvesting their heads.

Then, a dense crowd discovered him.

“The Martial Emperor of Dragon Country is extraordinary. At least eight out of ten of us will die here, perhaps even all of us.”

“It doesn’t matter. To live for a few hundred more years, we must take this risk.”

“Everyone, go all out!”

“Kill!”

If Dongfang Fengyun had offered them money, they might not have come. This would be money they wouldn’t live to spend. But for a Secret Scroll that promised several hundred more years of life, they scrambled over each other for the chance.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Bullets were fired in quick succession.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! Darts shot out all at once.

Seeing this, Wu Tian’s mouth twisted into an even colder, more sinister sneer. He snorted, and bursts of Blood Glow suddenly erupted from his body.

Instantly, a swath of the people before him fell, dead or injured.

Though millions oppose me, I shall forge ahead! For they are all merely ants!

The remaining Five-Star Assassins were completely stupefied. Some scrambled to think of a strategy to outsmart and kill him. Others just wanted to leave.

But whether they wanted to stay and fight for a slim chance of survival or turn and flee, Wu Tian had no intention of letting a single one escape.

More bursts of Blood Glow shot from Wu Tian’s body.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The air itself seemed to ripple and tear apart.

“AHH!” A chorus of screams immediately rang out.

On the twentieth floor, in a luxurious VIP suite, four people were present: Dongfang Fengyun, Dongfang Jiu, Qin Zhengyang, and Qin Yuhan.

Dongfang Fengyun was quite unhappy. “Why do you two look so gloomy?” he said sternly. “My son doesn’t mind that you’re a divorcée, so why aren’t you content? Tell me, why have you both been so miserable?”

Of course, Dongfang Fengyun knew exactly why Qin Zhengyang and Qin Yuhan were unhappy. But he couldn’t bring them back to the palace looking like this. After all, the Eastern Taizhong Palace was known among the Immortal Seekers as a righteous and distinguished sect. How could they be seen coercing people?

He wanted Qin Zhengyang and Qin Yuhan to return with him willingly and happily.

Qin Zhengyang and Qin Yuhan remained silent.

Seeing this, Dongfang Jiu looked at his father and pleaded, “Dad, let it be. Affection will grow with time. Once she spends more time with me, she’ll naturally be happy because she’ll see how good I am.”

“Shut up!” Dongfang Fengyun barked, then said indifferently, “You heard the screams, didn’t you? I knew Wu Tian would come. Even if he manages to kill all those Five-Star Assassins, he’ll be covered in wounds himself.”

He then added confidently, “And even if he arrives here unscathed, the moment he faces me is the moment he dies.”

“Is that so?” Just as Dongfang Fengyun finished speaking, a voice filled with immense chill echoed through the room.

The temperature plummeted.

“He’s here,” Qin Yuhan said, finally breaking her silence. “You’re all finished.”

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