634 Nine Elders Join Force; The Most Powerful Assassination 2-in-1 (1/2)
Only by becoming a religion could Warrior Hall make all ordinary warriors into fanatic believers. That way, they could control the ordinary warriors easier and better help bloodline warriors to defeat demons.
Qian Jin had become the biggest roadblock for Warrior Hall on its path to becoming a religion. Since Warrior Hall couldn't recruit Qian Jin, this force was going to destroy him. The future of Warrior Hall was more important than anything else.
Betu clenched his fists and told himself that he wasn't doing anything wrong. Sacrificing Qian Jin was worth it, and he was nothing compared to Warrior Hall.
Vinoka and Salafer looked at each other and didn't know what to say. Warrior Hall could only rise and become more powerful if it became a religion for ordinary warriors. A super talented ordinary warrior like Qian Jin was an outlier, and he had to be killed.
”However, since Qian Jin was able to kill Linguan Skylan, it means that his strength is terrifying amongst the ordinary warriors. If we can't instantly assassinate him, then… we probably will die instead,” Vinoka sighed and thought. ”If that is the case, Warrior Hall would have triggered someone too powerful to contain. If we fail the mission, Warrior Hall will have to try to bear Qian Jin's fury.”
Although Qian Jin's strength was less than that of Warrior Hall's combined power, he could use his influence and forces to restrict Warrior Hall and its future growth.
”The best way is to…” Salafer sighed, and his eyes suddenly became murderous and sharp; this was something that young people couldn't have since they lacked experience. ”We need to kill Qian Jin successfully.”
”If… I'm saying if… If we fail, what will happen next?” Vinoka asked as he looked at Salafer.
After a moment of silence, Salafer said, ”Let's ask Lv Chang to come with us. If we fail, Lv Chang is the last straw that could save Warrior Hall.”
Vinoka thought for a while and sighed powerlessly. ”I'm afraid that Lv Chang wouldn't come. He believes that ordinary warriors and bloodline warriors should help each other and be on equal terms. Asking him to kill Qian Jin…”
”We aren't asking him to kill…”
”I know. But he has to stand by and watch. Do you think he will let us attack the ordinary young warrior who he appreciates the most?”
”Even if he doesn't want to, he has to come. This is all for Warrior Hall. He also wants Warrior Hall to become a religion, but his goal is that the ordinary warriors of Warrior Hall no longer need to feel inferior when facing bloodline warriors. At the end of the day, we are all trying to improve Warrior Hall.”
”Alright, then… how much chance of success do you think we have?”
”Probably about 99 percent. If nothing goes wrong, Qian Jin will die. After all, the nine of us will move together. Without being careful, even a saint warrior might be killed by us.”
”That is true. If all of us attack together, there is no way that Qian Jin won't die. Let's go and find Lv Chang. At the same time, ask the people of Warrior Hall to pay attention to Qian Jin's movements. It might be hard for bloodline warriors to trace him, but he isn't so secretive toward ordinary warriors.
…
There were just too many ordinary warriors.
Zence Matten shook his head and looked at the giant crowd of people outside the city gate. The group was heading south to Qian State with Qian Jin, and they tried their best to hide their traces. However, the cities that they were passing would always get the news before they got there, and many ordinary warriors would come out to greet them.
Except for the fact that Qian Jin was insanely famous, there were many ordinary warriors everywhere, and it was hard to keep everything from them.
”This time, it is better. They only learned that we are here when we are about to leave. Before, we were discovered when we were about to enter the city.” Duren Burg turned his head around on his force and waved his hand in satisfaction.
”We are about to get to Qian State.” While riding on the horse, Qian Jin said, ”I'm going to visit my father, and we will head to the Ancient Desert Sea.”
Zence Matten casually rode on his horse and looked ahead, trying to spot the Ancient Desert Sea that they couldn't see here. Regardless of if they could find the treasure or not, they needed to go into the desert.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.
The New Generation Competition was less than four months away, and all the future participants were busy training in places that were suitable for them.
The Ancient Desert Sea was an excellent place for people to train. Everyone in the team including Duren Burg and Fanta Kunge all agreed with this.
”Too bad… we hadn't met Qi Joen yet.” Duren Burg lazily lied on the back of the horse and looked at the sky. ”I remember writing a letter to him, asking him to meet us at the Punitive Expedition Academy. Why isn't he here yet?”
”Qi Joen?” Qian Jin thought to himself, ”When I first met Duren Burg, I heard this name already. I still haven't met him after such a long time.”
According to what Duren Burg said, that man was also a monster. His direct relatives were married to other families several generations ago, but Qi Joen suddenly awakened his bloodline power.
”Perhaps we will meet him during the New Generation Competition.” While Zence Matten said that casually, his expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, a mass of shocking aura shot out under dry yellow grass and dry soil. A black shadow suddenly flashed by, and a thin sword struck forward inline with the slender eyes. This attack was powerful enough to take down a star.
With the sudden appearance of this sword, it felt like the sky was going to be pierced. This strike was simple, direct, and experienced, and the murderous spirit instantly locked onto Qian Jin when it was emitted.
At the same time, an old man who was staggering by in ragged clothes suddenly unleashed his vicious warrior soul before pulling it back into his body, and his clothes shattered under the explosive warrior power. This old man instantly looked high-spirited, and the ground below him exploded as he turned his wrist and punched at Qian Jin's heart like a mature leopard.
Meanwhile, seven other shocking auras appeared out of nowhere, and they had targeted Qian Jin with vicious and direct murderous spirit.
These nine oldest warriors who had the conservative mindset were all more than 100 years old. With their ages added together, it was even more than 1,000 years. To help Warrior Hall successfully transform into a religion, they unleashed the most powerful strikes in their lives.
The young people in the team were still in the atmosphere of being seen off. Some of the people who were waving goodbye to them could still be seen. This was the moment when people were the least guarded, and all nine old warriors chose to strike at this time. The swords and sabers emitted brilliance light, and punches and kicks created streaks of murderous spirit currents.
In that instant, the people who were joyous and waving at Qian Jin couldn't react in time. Before they could feel shocked, all the attacks were already beside Qian Jin's body.
”This is the sneak-attack coming from Warrior Hall?” Qian Jin was extremely calm at this moment, and he sensed the auras of these nine assassins. These nine people's coordination was on another level. Eight of them attacked at the same time, and the person who initiated everything with a cold sword strike was only a split-second faster compared to others to draw Qian Jin's attention and distract him from other assassins.
Vinoka's narrow eyes were just like the sword in his hand; anyone who saw his eyes wanted to retreat and dodge.
Many patterns were engraved on the thin longsword, and a mystical light flashed. When others saw it, they felt like they would be injured by its sharpness even if they were simply breathing.
Becoming one with the sword! While his warrior soul ignited, Vinoka thrust outward. The longsword was silent as if it weren't traveling in this dimension, and it only shook once when it was about to pierce into Qian Jin's body. Thunderous tiger-lion-like roars sounded from the sword, and it instantly targeted Qian Jin's heart.
With Vinoka's strike, it seemed like the air in the area was all distorted. As if sad music for mourning the dead sounded, others couldn't concentrate and fight back. This sword strike reached the pinnacle of his life, and it was the strongest strike he ever used. Because of his peak state, the damage of this strike entered the Half-Saint Realm.
The nine master warriors moved together, and their auras connected. Vinoka's sword strike seemed to have drawn out a river of history, and 1,000 years of memories flowed. It was enough to make people sigh and become lost in it.
This was the pinnacle strike of all nine masters; it had the life seals condensed from these nine masters.
Facing this strike, people would feel like they were tiny and insignificant, and they couldn't do anything but lower their heads before the river of time.
Qian Jin had been through many deadly battles, but he never encountered such a strike. Thousands of years of experience was merged into the sword strike. Before injuring others, the opponents would feel like they died in these 1,000 years and become slow.
Qian Jin's spirit was finally moved at this moment. Seeing the threat, his warrior souls roared, and his zhanmadao somehow already appeared in his hands. A surging symphony sounded from the thick blade; it was familiar since someone's sword also created such music.
It was Uncle Fabreidis' Tune of Souls' Repose which was the highlight of his life.
After learning the technique scroll that Gomez Jane gave him and practicing for many days, the Tune of Souls' Repose's warrior seal which Qian Jin inherited from Fabreidis was incredibly radiant.
At this moment, Tune of Souls' Repose rushed out of Qian Jin's zhanmadao, and it shot into the sky and shattered the sword cry of the unparalleled sword strike that possessed almost 1,000 years of history.
Qian Jin's deep eyes stared at Vinoka's eyes.