As the assassin's icy voice echoed, the air in the entire court hall seemed to turn chilling and eerie in an instant.

It was as if they were suddenly submerged in the Cold Pond.

The twenty Martial Artists, twenty Xue Di Zi, simultaneously flew towards Ling Xiao.

The blood-red glow appeared even more sinister and terrifying under the faint moonlight.

The piercing sound made the guards in the hall cover their ears.

This attack was almost all-encompassing.

All angles were sealed off.

Ling Xiao had no room for escape.

No matter how fast he was, he needed space to maneuver.

These people clearly knew about his terrifying speed, so they left him no chance to escape right from the start.

These were truly formidable assassins!

Even more outstanding than the assassins from the Dark Divine Temple.

Coordinated, decisive, and never wasting words.

Anyone faced with such a sudden assassination would find it extremely tricky.

However, it was unfortunate for them that they were facing Ling Xiao.

When the Xue Di Zi were less than a meter away from Ling Xiao, his body suddenly erupted with terrifying flames and a blinding light.

The twenty assassins, at that moment, almost lost their sight, seeing nothing but a blinding white wash.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a creature wrapped in white bones sitting on the throne.

Its body was slightly larger than a human's, with icy eyes exuding a chilling killing intent.

And at this moment, in its hands, that resembled claws, were two human heads belonging to the two strongest assassins.

Nigh instantly, almost all the Xue Di Zi lost contact, burned to molten iron by terrifying black flames, dripping onto the floor.

"Not good, something's amiss with this guy, retreat!"

Failing in their single strike, the assassins realized Ling Xiao's peculiarities.

The power of the Body of Hell was terrifying.

The strength doubling made facing Martial Artists of the Yin-Yang Realm Third Layer as easy as dealing with children for Ling Xiao.

The assassins turned to leave.

Yet at that moment, the hall's doors and windows all shut tightly, making a trembling sound.

The assassins tried to bash open the doors and windows, only to find them ensnared by things resembling white bones, unmoved no matter how they struck.

"Since you're here, why leave?"

Ling Xiao casually tossed the foes' heads to the ground, smiling with a hint of mockery and cruelty.

"Monster!"

The assassins looked grim.

They knew there was likely no escape today.

Each drew a dagger, forming a battle formation anew, warily eyeing Ling Xiao.

"Hehe, not bad. I don't know who trained you assassins, but you're damn good; even after seeing those two Yin-Yang Realm Third Layer assassins get killed, you can still face it calmly without despair or surrender. Impressive."

Ling Xiao smiled, yet inside was more puzzled, wondering who could train such Death Warriors.

If it were anyone else, witnessing the previous scene, they would have begged for mercy.

However, these eighteen remained, refusing to surrender, even intending to continue fighting.

"I'll give you a chance, come kill me, but you only have three minutes. Once time's up, it's my turn."

Ling Xiao hoped to glean some insights from the battle, thus making such an offer.

"Go!"

The assassins were unyielding.

With no escape, they preferred a fight to the death.

The eighteen moved rhythmically and methodically towards Ling Xiao.

When less than three meters away, they simultaneously hurled strange pellets.

No explosive sound, only smoke filling the hall.

"Poison mist? No, this fog isn't toxic."

Ling Xiao muttered, "Though non-toxic, it obscures soul power and the senses, quite formidable."

He laughed even amidst this peril.

Laughed heartily.

Suddenly, a cold killing intent lashed from behind.

Ling Xiao's figure flickered, easily dodging.

Yet, in the direction he dodged, another cold glint awaited, as if long prepped.

"Interesting, truly interesting!"

Ling Xiao reached out and struck.

Fist collided with blade, yielding a resounding clash.

Then a muffled grunt came.

Ling Xiao tried to pursue but noticed more cold glints approaching from behind and the left rear.

"So fascinating, to coordinate so seamlessly, it appears your training was rigorous."

Ling Xiao paused, then smiled, deciding against continuing to pursue the enemy before him, turning instead to attack the left.

In such a surrounded state, passive defense spells danger; only by attacking can one break the crisis.

He agreed to give them three minutes but never said he wouldn't fight back.

Faced with these Yin-Yang Realm assassins, only a fool would dig such a pit for themselves.

Boom!

The explosive fist force forced an assassin back but couldn't fully unleash its power.

Because at the moment of attack, other assassins would assault from various angles, making it hard to focus entirely on the enemy at hand.

"Such a fighting style, I've never seen before; these people likely aren't from the Divine Phoenix Continent."

Ling Xiao pondered while fighting.

Yet he couldn't ascertain the enemy's identity.

Their unique fighting style was unfamiliar, hence impossible to deduce.

Even Yuan Venerate couldn't aid him with that.

"Enough, if I can't deduce, then I'll kill."

Ling Xiao decided to stop playing.

The tedious assassination game had to end.

"The three minutes are up, you've lost the chance!"

As Ling Xiao's voice sounded, an extreme killing intent erupted from within him.

This killing intent, like a gale, scattered the mist in the hall.

It also blew away all eighteen assassins.

Ling Xiao retook his seat on the Fengming Qishan throne, resting his hand on his chilly chin, speaking indifferently: "I'll give you a chance; whoever reveals the mastermind can leave here alive."

"No one speaks? Then I'll kill one by one to see who holds out."

Ling Xiao gave a sinister smile, then pointed at the trembling Guard Commander: "You, do it."

"Me!"

"Fail to act and face death!"

Ling Xiao said coldly, his voice void of emotion.

The Guard Commander gritted his teeth, raised the steel blade, and walked to an assassin.

He had to act.

For he had witnessed Ling Xiao's might and terror.