634 Nine Elders Join Force; The Most Powerful Assassination 2-in-1 (2/2)

When their eyes met, Vinoka's body suddenly shook; he saw an endless universe in Qian Jin's eyes.

”In this endless universe, 1,000 years is like a flash. No, it is even shorter than a flash. The endless universe occupies space and devours time. At the same time, it creates time and expands space. An endless cycle… 1,000 years of history and events are nothing in front of the universe. What pair of eyes is this? What kind of spirituality is this?” Vinoka thought to himself. Then, his spiritual world that had nothing else but swords suddenly collapsed.

With his right hand on the saber, Qian Jin suddenly raised his left hand and pointed at the sharp tip of the sword as if he were a child who was picking up seashells at a beach.

Bam!

A radiant light beam shot out of Qian Jin's finger. It was a mimic of the finger strike that Qian Zhanxuan used that day, but it didn't have Qian Zhanxuan's dominating presence.

The powerful gravitational force instantly bent Vinoka's sword into the shape of a crescent moon.

It was only a single finger strike, but warrior powers intertwined and fought each other. The sleeves of Vinoka's warrior suit shattered and turned into many black cloth strips as if it were cut up by many blades.

Vinoka was surprised that Qian Jin handled the strike which contained the 1,000 years of experience of the nine of them with a simple finger strike. Then, he turned his wrist and pulled a thinner longsword from the longsword that he was holding.

Sword inside a sword!

The slim longsword was like a snake and as fast as lightning, and it went for Qian Jin's throat. Only Vinoka knew that this was his killing move. If the first strike couldn't kill Qian Jin, Qian Jin's spirit energy would be significantly consumed during the escape from the river of time created by the attack. Then, he couldn't dodge the second fast strike.

”People only have one opportunity.” Like a proclamation of a god from ancient times, Qian Jin's voice sounded, and the sword before his finger shattered into pieces. Those shattered pieces shot back toward Vinoka's face like raindrops in a storm.

After numerous forging experiences, Qian Jin's understanding of weapons reached a level that ordinary people couldn't imagine. Even though he was facing such a fast sword, he still saw its weakness and knew what this weapon was.

Others might be surprised by the sword inside a sword, but Qian Jin would only sigh and think that this sword inside a sword wasn't properly made and was too crude.

”Huh?” Surprise appeared in Vinoka's narrow eyes, and he thought, ”The sword is shattered? He moved later, but his attack is going to land first? Before my longsword can pierce Qian Jin, my head will be shattered.”

Vinoka's vision was filled with shattered sword pieces, yet he continued to dash forward and shot out the longsword. He was using his death to buy a split-second of time for his peers; he was determined to kill a monster like Qian Jin, who was standing in Warrior Hall's way of becoming a religion.

As soon as the longsword left Vinoka's hand, it became faster and sharper. Like a flash of lightning, it aimed at Qian Jin's throat.

”Huh?” Confusion appeared in Qian Jin's eyes as he looked at the body of the sword, and he reached out his index finger and middle finger, clenching onto the sword.

Puff! Vinoka's head was instantly penetrated by all those shattered sword pieces, but his body continued to rush forward. Although he was dead, the momentum and his will remained. He still wanted to kill Qian Jin, so he was going to interrupt Qian Jin's flow as much as possible.

This was the iron-will of an experienced 130 years old soul-power warrior. Many other soul-power warriors couldn't reach his level of perfection.

While Qian Jin clenched onto the sword, the other eight experienced warriors already got to him.

At this moment, Qian Jin's zhanmadao shined.

While Qian Jin stood in the middle of all attackers, the zhanmadao radiated, and many shocking auras collided and intertwined like a blooming furious lotus.

However, it seemed like a giant mantis was standing in the center of the lotus, and it waved its blade, striking the bees and butterflies who wanted to nectar from the center.

Three beams of blood shot up for the neck of three senior warriors and were about three meters tall, and their heads also rose into the air under pressure.

”Wind and Cloud Golden Body! Initiate!” Qian Jin roared as other senior warriors' strikes landed on his body.

”We did it!” The five remaining senior warriors felt their strikes landing on Qian Jin. While they were thrilled, they exploded their warrior seals as if they were free, attacking Qian Jin as much as they could.

At this moment, the five senior warriors wanted to relax a little since their mission was about to be accomplished. They were only about to finish the mission after four peers died, showing that this young man was insanely powerful.

”Sneak-attack?”

”You're courting death!”

Duren Burg and Fanta Kunge's roars sounded, and they pressed their hands on a senior warrior each.

Fanta Kunge's hands engulfed in Gold Essence Warrior Power instantly crushed a senior warrior's head, and Duren Burg's devour ability sucked another senior warrior into a dry corpse.

Only three senior warriors landed their explosive strikes onto Qian Jin.

These nine senior warriors who were all about 130 years old were the most valuable people in Warrior Hall, and they couldn't be measured in terms of money. They only landed strikes onto Qian Jin at the price of six lives.

Right now, the last three remaining seniors weren't happy or sad. They only wanted to accomplish the mission. They had lived for too long, and they saw through life and death. If Warrior Hall could finish the transformation, everything was worth it.

These people ignited their warrior souls and exploded their warrior seals, temporarily reaching the combat strength of half-saint warriors to kill Qian Jin.

Bam! Qian Jin's body shattered before the three.

”Success!” Just as the three senior warriors were about to be overjoyed, goosebumps appeared on their scalps. They hit…

”This is called [Thousand Warriors].” Qian Jin's cold voice sounded behind the three, ”You should feel fortunate since I just mastered this fighting technique.”

Qian Jin could only use his warrior power to form his physical appearance, and he wasn't too smooth yet, but that was enough for this occasion.

The shattered warrior body turned back into warrior power before rushing into Qian Jin's body, and Qian Jin's zhanmadao penetrated a senior warrior, sending him into the air.

However, Qian Jin didn't continue slashing; there was no need.

The last two remaining warriors ignited their warrior souls and exploded their warrior seals; they couldn't live long.

Qian Jin looked at the ground further away and said, ”You should come out now. Ten of you came, but only nine attacked.”

”Fantastic; truly fantastic. Is this the strength of the legendary Qian Jin?”

Another old man dashed out of the ground. His hair was grey and white, not much different from the other nine senior warriors. However, he had no murderous spirit on him. He was calm from the beginning until the end, and only sadness could be seen in his eyes.

Although they had different beliefs, they were peers and friends.

After living for so many years, he didn't have many friends left. Now that nine of them died, Lv Chang couldn't feel happy.

”Will Warrior Hall still attack me?”

Lv Chang smiled bitterly and thought, ”Warrior Hall does have many peak soul-power warriors, but their wills are much weaker than these nine senior warriors who were killed. Betu probably can't find another team to try to assassinate you.”