853: C853 At This Critical Moment

C853 At This Critical Moment

chapter 853.

The six Samsung Battle Venerable assassins were amazed in their hearts. They felt pity, but at the same time, a proud look appeared in their eyes.

The corners of their mouths curled up, revealing a sinister smile.

Thump!

Dongfang Zhaoyang's heart trembled when he saw their expressions, and a strong killing intent appeared without any warning.

He immediately reacted, but he was still half a beat slower.

He had used up more than half of his combat power in the fight with the six assassins just now. He only had thirty to forty percent of his combat power.

Two more assassins appeared in the night sky. He knew that he could not dodge the surprise attack this time.

Sigh! Let's go all out. If we fight to the death, one of us will be enough. If we fight to the death, we can still earn one.

Chi!

He barely managed to dodge the Sword Qi, but a cut was left on his clothes on his chest.

Boom!

The Soul Chasing crescent knife shattered the other Sword Qi.

He had already locked onto one of the assassins and was about to chase after him.

However, he felt a tingling sensation on the back of his head, and a feeling of death rose from the bottom of his heart.

There was also another assassin in the dark. Including the previous nine assassins, Dongfang Zhaoyang felt powerless.

A shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and a thin sword silently stabbed out. There was no sound, nor was there any combat power.

Back then, Dongfang Zhaoyang was seriously injured by this sword.

This sword was unusual. Other assassins released their combat power, but he hid his combat power and did not release it.

He deeply experienced the terror of this sword. When it pierced his chest back then, the hidden combat power suddenly erupted.

It had destroyed his internal organs and eight extraordinary meridians.

The target of the assassin was to pierce through the heart.

However, his heart was on the right side, so he didn't die immediately.

He didn't kill the assassin with a backhand attack. Instead, he followed the force of the attack and ran away in the instant the assassin was shocked.

However, the assassin's target this time was his cephalo-. He could already feel the tip of sword piercing through his hair.

My life is over!

At this moment, Dongfang Zhaoyang's heart was not in pain, no waves, no fear, only deep regret.

It was also the only regret in his life, which was to return to his hometown and visit his dead parents in the Imperial Mausoleum while he was still alive.

He would accompany them and talk to them. He would tell them all the experiences, confusion, pain, and joy he had experienced over the years...

As for his funeral, he had already told Zhang Xing that after he died, he would bury himself with Xiao Rou and find a quiet place in the Tianya Mountains.

But now, Zhang Xing's life and death were still unknown. It seemed like he couldn't take care of the funeral for him.1

At this time, the other eight Three Star Venerable assassins relaxed their expressions and revealed victorious smiles on their faces.

Dongfang Zhaoyang was ranked eighth on the must-kill list.

They had chased him for more than sixty years, but still hadn't been able to kill him.

If they counted the time they had now, it would be one hundred and twenty years.

Among them, Dongfang Zhaoyang hadn't been removed from the Execution List even after he had disappeared for a few decades.

This was because the Killer Group needed to see a person's head and confirm that he was dead in order to erase his name.

"Ah... I've finally completed the mission!"

These nine assassins had a certain status in the organization. However, because they failed once, they left behind a failure.

For so many years, they were still brooding over it.

When the ninth assassin felt that the tip of sword had touched Dongfang Zhaoyang's scalp, his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Dongfang Zhaoyang, you, the most difficult Heaven's Pride of your generation, have finally died! It's in my hands!

He shouted madly in his heart. However, the sword in his hand did not stop. Instead, it suddenly accelerated and stabbed towards the back of Dongfang Zhaoyang's head.

At this moment, he felt as if a gust of cold wind blew past the back of his head.

Then... he fell into an endless dark space.

What was going on? Why can't I see anything? Where am I? Where is my body?

Then, he seemed to be able to see... But why didn't he believe what he was seeing?

Am... Am I dead?

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