1667 One Step, One Kill (1/2)
Facing the question from the man in the black cloak, Qingfeng Li did not say much, directly summoning the vital essence inside of his body and waving his right hand. His hand then turned to a Heavenly Giant Palm slapping down firmly.
”Paaa!”
Following the tremendous sound, Qingfeng Li's palm slapped the top of the black cloaked man's head and smashed his head, neck, spine, and legs into one piece. The black cloaked man had been turned into a bloody puddle.
The other hundreds of black cloaked men were shocked and began panicking. The dead black cloaked man was their teammate. They were all trained by the Scorpion Assassin Alliance and were highly skilled, but he was killed by a single palm strike.
The next second, these black cloaked men shouted out their anguish for their comrade and got ready to fight. The Scorpion Assassin Alliance had a rule: they had to murder their enemies to avenge their dead comrades.
Two men in black rushed out from the back towards Qingfeng Li, swinging their black daggers and stabbing at Qingfeng Li's heart and throat.
Qingfeng Li sneered at them, stepped up, and slapped his palm at the two black cloaked men's bodies, directly shattering them into pieces.
The rest of the men in black cloaks were not frightened by Qingfeng Li, instead taking out their long swords, giant blades, and spears, ready to face Qingfeng Li's attacks and kill him.
They decided to use the trapping spell to besiege Qingfeng Li until he was too weak to go on.
Qingfeng Li walked forward. He used his palm to kill a man in a black cloak for every step he took.
One step, one kill; that was all Qingfeng Li was doing.
After Qingfeng Li had taken ten steps, he had killed over ten black cloaked assassins, not a single one a match for him.
Qingfeng Li's strength was far beyond theirs. He had broken through to the first level of the supreme realm and had finished practicing the seventh technique of the Strangle Hell Fist. Qingfeng Li's whole body radiated the dark aura of the talisman scripts from hell, which covered the sky and the earth.
Moreover, Qingfeng Li had assimilated the dragon bone into the forefinger of his right hand. The finger was therefore invincible and could pierce and kill anything in the world.
These assassins in black cloaks were well-known masters in the self-cultivation world, but compared to Qingfeng Li, they were vulnerable and weak like ants.
Qingfeng Li kept moving forward with even more powerful vital essence in his body, surrounded by the aura of the Strangle Hell Fist.
The black talisman scripts spread out on Qingfeng Li's palm making it cold, terrifying, and blood-thirsty. Every time he raised his palm, he eliminated four to ten black cloaked assassins.
If Qingfeng Li used to be able to kill one person for each step he took, now he could kill ten people with each step.
After twenty steps, Qingfeng Li was surrounded by the shattered bodies of hundreds of black cloaked men. All the assassins outside of the castle had been killed by Qingfeng Li; nobody was left alive.
Black Puppy was with Qingfeng Li and helped him to put down a few assassins that were sneaking behind his back. Black Puppy used its paws to kill them.
The ground was covered by blood and terror filled the air after they were done.
Qingfeng Li was far too fast. The people inside of the castle had not had enough time to react before he killed all the assassins in the black cloaks.