CHAPTER 844: LIKE A SUN

There was a moment of silence after Sir Ferix killed the assassin. A low pseudo immortal assassin had been killed by someone at peak pseudo immortal establishment stage. And not just anyone, but a person already known for his weak condition due to illness.

The reality before them was that the man standing in front of them was a powerful cultivator who could easily kill a much stronger opponent. And not just any opponent, but a pseudo immortal stage assassin from the Silent Reaper.

How was that possible?

The assassins who saw it also did not expect their comrade to be killed so easily with a single strike. Those who had information about this target never expected such a situation. At this moment, they realized that the information they had received might have been wrong all along.

Sir Ferix did not show much expression, his focus fixed on the other assassins. The plan from Aldrian was to make him appear strong. The first step for the others to accept him as patriarch was to overturn their perception of him. They needed to erase the idea that he was a weakling.

They needed to see him in a new light. To quickly change their perception of him, Sir Ferix had to appear somewhat exaggerated. Killing a cultivator much stronger than himself was the fastest way, and that was what they had done since earlier.

Killing several pseudo immortal stage assassins and saving many people would leave a deep impact in the minds of those who saw it.

However, the key to this plan was still the avatar’s power. Although the avatar’s strength was not as great as the real body, he was still a powerful cultivator compared to others. He was a genius on his own, and with the avatar inside Aldrian’s domain, it also gave him quite a boost in strength.

Without the avatar helping Sir Ferix, he could not have defeated someone at pseudo immortal stage, especially from the Silent Reaper, continuously. Sir Ferix had not battled or practiced for a long time because of his condition in the past. To return to his prime battle sense, he still needed time, something they currently lacked.

To help Sir Ferix, the avatar brought him to the battle area and trapped the assassin within a spatial lock. Sir Ferix only needed to deliver the finishing blow and gain recognition from the crowd.

The avatar also provided the assassin’s location whenever they disappeared using their technique, ensuring that Sir Ferix remained safe from their attacks.

"Left side, shoulder height! There’s an assassin attacking you—dodge and counterattack with a swing!" the avatar instructed through voice transmission to Sir Ferix.

He did as Aldrian told him. He ducked to avoid the attack and swung his spear toward the direction of the strike. Although he had not practiced or fought for a long time, his spear swing was still powerful.

A shadowy figure suddenly appeared as the assassin narrowly evaded the spear. The attacker had low pseudo immortal stage cultivation. The mask covering his face was almost torn apart by the sweep of the spear, and he looked at Sir Ferix solemnly before disappearing again.

He confirmed that Sir Ferix could indeed sense their special movement and concealment technique based on shadow laws—a technique that even a pseudo immortal cultivator found difficult to detect.

Another assassin moved toward the avatar from within the shadows. This one targeted the avatar directly, intending to block any attempt to protect the main target. He was confident that he could at least kill the avatar, who appeared to be the guardian of the target. After all, the avatar’s cultivation seemed to be only at low pseudo immortal establishment stage.

However, he suddenly saw the avatar unsheathe his sword and swing it toward him. A powerful slash energy flew at great speed in his direction.

The assassin, who had not expected the avatar to unleash such a deadly attack, was shocked. The strike precisely pinpointed his location, something he had not anticipated. His fatal misjudgment cost him his life as the slash passed cleanly through his body, cutting him in half.

But the avatar did not stop there. He shifted his focus to the other assassin who was trying to attack Sir Ferix and halted the assassin’s movement with a spatial lock, leaving the invisible attacker stunned.

"Attack right in front of you," the avatar said through voice transmission to Sir Ferix.

Without hesitation, Sir Ferix swung his spear toward that direction. The assassin, shocked by the spatial lock, had no time to dodge. The spear strike unleashed an incredible force that swept through everything in front of it. The wave of energy struck the assassin’s body, cutting him in half from the waist down.

His body became visible again as he emerged from the shadow form. Blood poured from the severed halves, and his intestines fell the moment the avatar released the spatial lock. The assassin still seemed barely alive, writhing in agony, but Sir Ferix delivered another attack, swinging his spear once more.

With a clean strike from the spearhead, the assassin’s upper body was cut in half, killing him instantly.

Those who saw it were speechless. The ones who had planned to help stopped in their tracks. All they could do was stare at the two mutilated corpses before them, completely unable to say a word.

The remaining five assassins saw the situation turn uncertain and decided to move on to another plan. Three of them continued attacking their target, an elder, while the other two disappeared.

The avatar, maintaining a calm expression, raised his eyebrows when he sensed something dangerous stirring within the two invisible assassins. They were not attacking, but something ominous was building inside them, something inevitable. He could sense their resolve and the speed of their movements.

Realizing what was happening, the avatar acted immediately and teleported behind them. The two invisible assassins, in the middle of executing their plan, were stunned when the avatar suddenly appeared behind them and placed his hands on their shoulders.

They could only grin, thinking the avatar had been too late. But their expressions froze as their surroundings abruptly changed. They were now high up in the sky!

At this moment, their dantians had already ignited, and it could be seen from their abdomens. Their lower bodies turned red and began to swell.

"Goodbye," the avatar said before disappearing once more.

The two assassins widened their eyes slightly, but there was no turning back. The avatar had already reappeared beside Sir Ferix, and a split second later—

BOOM!

A massive explosion erupted, shaking the sky. The dark sky instantly turned bright, as if a sun had suddenly appeared.

People across the city were shocked and instinctively looked up, seeing the blinding light and hearing the deafening explosion that sounded like rolling thunder. The clouds were pushed outward by the blast, forming a giant circular pattern that made the scene even more spectacular.

The light lingered for a few seconds before slowly fading, returning the sky to darkness. However, the shock among the people remained as they continued staring upward.

What just happened? What was that?

Those were the questions on everyone’s mind. Everyone within the Barevisk family manor felt the same confusion. The battle halted for a moment as the explosion shook the sky and illuminated the region for several seconds. Most did not understand what had occurred, but the assassins knew.

That explosion was the last resort if they believed they could not kill the targets and were on the verge of failure. They would suicide by detonating their dantians, making sure to wipe out anyone around them and even the manor itself.

Before detonating, they only needed to inform the other assassins that they would use this plan so everyone could prepare to shield themselves from the blast and leave the rest to fate.

This was a desperate act. Pedro, their master, had warned them to use it only if they truly could not accomplish the mission by killing the targets. He knew that by doing this, they had a chance to wipe out the entire Barevisk family in one stroke.

That was preferable to him because there would be no witnesses. No witnesses meant no one could point the finger at the Silent Reaper. However, this method did not guarantee success, as some targets might still survive the explosion.

He also did not want any of his assassins to use this method, since he wished to preserve the overall strength of the Silent Reaper. The loss of high-ranking assassins in such explosions would be devastating for the organization.

Now, two of their assassins had chosen to commit suicide—but then a question arose.

Why had the explosion happened in the sky? What was going on?

The avatar, after reappearing on the ground, did not remain still for long. He immediately trapped the strongest assassin nearby, one with middle pseudo immortal stage cultivation. Using a spatial lock, he knew his strength would not be enough to hold an opponent of that level for too long.

"Sir Ferix, attack the assassin on the far left," he sent through voice transmission.

Sir Ferix snapped out of his surprise and quickly moved. The assassin, still shaken by the explosion and restrained by the spatial lock, struggled to break free. However, Sir Ferix had already appeared beside him and swept his spear.

Swish!