Chapter 567: One Step Kills One Person

It seemed her chest had looked unremarkable before, and there was a faint Adam's apple on her neck. It must have been an illusion created by some magical artifact.

By the way, at such a young age, she already possessed such ample assets. Imagine what she'd be like when she grew up!

Zu'an couldn't help but sigh, wondering why, though born of the same mother, both his eldest sister and third sister had inherited Qin Wanru's exceptional attributes, while only his second sister was a true 'airstrip'.

Chu Youzhao truly had it rough!

With her chest now being touched, Chu Youzhao was still in a daze. Earlier, when her bottom was spanked, she could rationalize that in his eyes, she appeared to be a boy—though only she knew the truth. But what was this now? He knew she was actually a girl; wouldn't recalling everything that just happened be utterly mortifying?

She noticed his fingers even gave a little pinch, and a strange smile appeared on his face. Her head exploded; overwhelmed by shame and indignation, she cried, "Shameless pervert, prepare to die!"

Rage value from Chu Youzhao +1024!

She immediately drew a short sword and thrust it towards him. Though she had been angry before, remembering his relationship as her brother-in-law, she had only intended to use her fists and feet, not weapons. Now, she couldn't care less; all that remained was a desire for revenge.

However, someone was even faster than her. A black figure shot past like a cannonball, also charging towards Zu'an.

"Move aside!"

Clearly thinking she was in the way, the person casually waved a hand.

Chu Youzhao saw a faint cold gleam in the person's hand and quickly brought her sword across. She had never realized her sword technique could be executed so well.

With a crisp clang, her short sword met the opponent's unknown weapon. She immediately felt a massive force and was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the wall.

She gasped and spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling her internal energy in disarray and unable to muster any strength for a moment.

She couldn't help but be horrified. After all, she was a peak fourth-rank practitioner, a top-tier talent among her peers, and considered a good fighter even in the wider world, yet she couldn't even withstand a casual strike from her opponent?

She could tell that the opponent's main focus was on Zu'an, and that casual strike probably only used twenty to thirty percent of their strength.

"This must be a sixth-rank master, right?"

Many teachers in the academy were at this level, so she could generally gauge it.

That pervert is probably doomed to die, isn't he?

After all, rumor had it he was just a street ruffian. Although he was said to have had some recent fortuitous encounters, his foundation was too poor; how much could he improve in such a short time?

Chu Youzhao bit her lip tightly. Although she also wished she could kill Zu'an, that was just in a fit of pique. He was, after all, her brother-in-law, an internal matter. What would it mean if he were killed by an outsider now?

At this moment, Zu'an's pupils contracted as he saw the opponent's dark attire. He had been assassinated by similar individuals on his way to the capital; those were dark elves at the time, but this person's physique was not as slender and delicate as an elf's.

He clearly saw what the cold gleam in the opponent's hand was: miniature blades resembling tiger claws, mounted on the fists. Those who wielded such weapons were often masters of close-quarters combat.

A peak sixth-rank practitioner!

If it were before, facing such a person, he would probably be flustered and overwhelmed, forced to immediately dodge and then struggle to withstand wave after wave of follow-up attacks.

But after absorbing the cultivation of Daoist Wen, when he looked at this person's moves now, they seemed to be in slow motion.

He simply extended a finger and pinched the menacing tiger-claw blade.

A Finger of the Spirit Rhino!

Not far away, Chu Youzhao, who had initially been filled with worry, was instantly dumbfounded. She subconsciously rubbed her eyes. What was happening? Was she seeing things?

Not to mention her, even the tiger-claw assassin was dumbfounded. The plot development seemed off. Shouldn't the opponent have avoided his sharp edge and then fallen into his storm-like barrage of attacks?

The intel said this target was a bit peculiar, but it didn't say he would be this powerful!

He tried to pull the blade back several times, but no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge.

Zu'an sighed, "Do you think you're Wolverine?"

As he spoke, he flicked his finger, directly snapping off one of the blades. Then, holding it, he casually swiped, severing the assassin's wrist tendons, and then continued, slashing towards his neck. These assassins, who used lethal moves from the start, didn't need to be spared.

But just as he moved halfway, a sudden alarm arose in his heart. He quickly leaned back and, with a kick, struck the tiger-claw assassin's chest, directly shattering his life force.

Then, using the momentum, he retreated rapidly. The spot where he had just stood was now covered with over a dozen hexagonal throwing stars.

He looked back and saw a killer dressed like a ninja swinging a sword at him.

"I didn't expect this world to have ninjas too," Zu'an exclaimed, incredibly surprised. With a tap of his toes, he executed "Sunflower Phantom," evading the majestic slash.

Then he used a Finger of the Spirit Rhino to point at his armpit.

He thought the opponent would immediately lose mobility, but Zu'an frowned; the sensation was wrong.

With a *thump*, the person turned into a block of wood and fell to the ground; what he had just struck was this block of wood.

These ninjas have many such strange and miscellaneous skills.

Just then, another cold gleam pierced through, a dark, narrow rapier darting forth like a ghost.

Chu Youzhao, standing nearby, felt utterly ashamed. She had never imagined a sword could be so fast; she had been quite satisfied with her own sword strike just now, but compared to this one, it was like the difference between clouds and mud.

"Watch out!" she instinctively cried out, but her voice abruptly stopped, because she saw the sword had already pierced Zu'an's neck.

"He just died like that?" A chill ran through her heart. Although she disliked the guy, her sister liked him so much; if she knew about this, who knew how long she would grieve.

However, her eyes suddenly widened because she suddenly saw another Zu'an appear, directly pointing a finger at the swordsman's back.

*Pfft!*

A spray of blood burst from his chest. Clearly, his heart meridian had been shattered; not even a god could save him.

Just then, another new assassin entered the room. He held a strange bow in his hand, the sides of which were sharpened incredibly. Clearly unlike ordinary archers, he possessed considerable fighting strength even in close combat.

Unfortunately, he was now filled with regret. He had originally intended to finish the fight quickly, and since the terrain inside the house made it difficult for archers outside to shoot, he had specifically charged in. But who knew this target was so much stronger than what the intel suggested? It was too late for him to try and create distance to use his bow and arrow now.

Zu'an thought of the power of that arrow just now, knowing it would be quite troublesome if he let the assassin hide far away and continuously fire arrows. So he directly summoned Dafeng and instantly teleported to his side.

The bow-wielding assassin hurriedly spun his bow, his entire body seeming to dance as he executed a highly ingenious combat technique, defending himself flawlessly.

He knew that if he could hold on for a moment, his ninja companion hiding in the shadows could attack and pin down the target, allowing him to then gain distance and slowly snipe him with his bow and arrow.

Unfortunately, he suddenly felt as if a strange bird appeared before his eyes, and then his soul experienced intense pain. His movements, using his full-body defensive technique, momentarily froze.

In that instant, he saw a sword.

He had always admired his companion, believing his sword technique was incredibly swift and cunning, and unmatched in the world among those of equal cultivation.

But at this moment, he knew he was wrong. He hadn't even clearly seen the sword before him, only feeling a flash before his eyes, and then a chill in his throat.

As a killer, he naturally knew his neck had been pierced. In his last moment before falling, he cursed every single ancestor of the colleague who provided this intel.

Who the hell said this target was only fifth-rank, even if his combat strength was a bit peculiar, and that sending four sixth-rank assassins like them would be more than enough?

As assassins, they never focused on frontal combat. Each of them could challenge those above their rank, and some had even killed seventh-rank experts.

Yet this guy killed them like slaughtering chickens. Was he an eighth-rank?

No, even an eighth-rank wouldn't be this effortless. A ninth-rank, a Grandmaster?

But how the hell was that possible!

Zu'an suddenly turned his head, frowning as he looked at a corner of the wall.

The ninja assassin had already revealed himself, but he was now holding Chu Youzhao hostage, with a long blade held against her neck. His voice as grating as a crow's, he said, "Don't move, or your friend dies!"