The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 101 Assassination from Ghost Fanlou
Snowflakes are falling in a flurry.

The mournful cries continued in the black pine forest.

Thorny vines tore through the snow, transforming into countless venomous snakes that coiled around him, their thorns serving as sharp fangs, viciously strangling at Hong Yuan's legs.

A strong wind blew, the pine trees rustled, and countless tiny dust particles merged into the snow powder and drifted down.

Almost at the same time.

A pitch-black figure, like a ghost in the night, suddenly appeared, a cold light flashing in its hand, and silently stabbed towards the back of Hong Yuan's head.

This was truly a situation where there was no way to ascend to heaven or descend to earth, and in an instant, Hong Yuan was plunged into an unprecedented crisis.

On the other side, Hua Shou's face was ferocious. Just as Qing Lingzi opened his mouth to shout, Hong Yuan's expression was indifferent, and his chest and abdomen suddenly swelled up as if filled with air.

Wow!

Faintly, everyone present seemed to hear the sound of a long river surging, like a raging torrent!

That was the sound of blood and qi reverberating within Hong Yuan's body.

With his current physical strength and the abundance of his vital energy, he has reached a level that is unimaginable for ordinary martial artists.

Inhale, then exhale!

A straight, sword-like burst of energy was released, and upon merging with the airflow, it swiftly transformed into a powerful spiral storm, instantly engulfing all the incoming snowflakes and dust, swirling them back.

At the same time, Hong Yuan's feet surged with power, and without him lifting his leg or stomping his foot, a huge impact exploded within a radius of several feet.

Puff puff!
The vines that were wrapped around my legs broke apart inch by inch, and the surrounding snowflakes swirled and scattered like dragons, revealing large areas of muddy ground.

"Since you like the local rats so much, then bury them down there!"

With a soft whisper, the ground trembled again, and the sand and soil around Hong Yuan's feet turned to dust. A muffled groan came from below, and a large amount of blood gushed out, staining the snow red.

Immediately afterwards, Hong Yuan slightly turned his body to the side, casually flicked his palm backward, spread his five fingers wide, and bursts of energy between his fingers and claws made a hissing sound.

With a crisp "clang," the piercing cold light suddenly struck Hong Yuan's palm; it was a dark-colored longsword.

The next instant, as the sword clashed with Hong Yuan's palm, the energy he exhaled from his fingertips was immediately activated, exploding like lightning.

Click!

The sword exploded into countless fragments in an instant, and then retaliated, striking directly at the face of the ghostly figure.

The attacker didn't even have time to scream before his face was riddled with bullets, and he fell straight to the ground as blood splattered everywhere.

Only then did Qing Lingzi's voice, "Alliance Leader, be careful," echo through the pine forest.

But after Qing Lingzi shouted those words, he froze, staring blankly at Hong Yuan in the arena, unable to speak.

Hua Shouzheng's ferocious expression froze on his face.

"what!"

Suddenly, a short and shrill scream pierced the night sky, startling the two of them awake.

With a thud, a heavy object fell to the ground, and a figure crashed down from a towering pine tree. Although the person was not dead, he screamed in agony and frantically scratched at his body.

Hong Yuan's gaze swept over, and he saw that the man's skin and flesh were rapidly festering and turning black, a truly gruesome sight.

Qing Lingzi strode forward, and after seeing it clearly, he immediately gasped, staggered back several steps, and exclaimed, "'Bone-Corroding Soul-Destroying Powder'... This, this is Gui Fanlou's method?"

His gaze then fell upon the corpse of the swordsman on the ground, his expression grave: "They are assassins from Ghost Fanlou!"

"Haha!" Hua Shouzhen burst into laughter, his expression maniacal: "Don't think you can rest easy just because you've escaped this time. Once Gui Fanlou accepts a mission, it will never stop until they achieve their goal. Just you wait..."

call out!
A pebble shot out, instantly shattering all of Hua Shouzheng's teeth, causing blood to gush from his mouth.

Hong Yuan flashed and suddenly appeared beside him, slapping Hua Shouzheng on the shoulder. The latter's blood and qi immediately dissipated, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Enough with the nonsense. You don't need to worry about me. You'd better think about how you're going to die."

Hua Shouzheng stared intently with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't move even a single finger.

Hong Yuan did not kill him immediately. Since so many officials of the Zhenhai Alliance had died, a few murderers had to be executed in public to deter others.

Without needing Hong Yuan's orders, Qing Lingzi immediately led his men out to capture the remaining prisoners.

Hong Yuan walked to the tree hole with his hands behind his back and looked at the small figure curled up into a ball of flesh inside the tree.

This man was also subdued by him, but his life was spared.

"Ghost Fanlou?"

Hong Yuan recalled Hua Shouren's dying words, which meant that when he deployed troops at Mingguang Villa, he had considered the worst-case scenario and issued the mission in advance at Guifan Tower.

Now, Hong Yuan's understanding of this world, whether in the imperial court or the martial arts world, has gradually moved beyond the novice stage, and he naturally knows the name of Ghost Fanlou.

One of the world's three major assassin organizations!

It is considered one of the most powerful forces in the world. In some respects, it poses a greater threat to individuals than the Eight Great Families, the Six Great Feudal States, and the Twelve Northern Garrisons.

After all, killing is their profession.

Hong Yuan didn't believe in the kind of talk that once an order was accepted, the job would never end until the target was killed.

He'd heard that promise countless times.

Essentially, it's the same as gyms selling memberships at "fire sale prices" or supermarkets advertising "last three days, clearance sale." Believing this is like believing he's Qin Shi Huang, immortal, and still alive today.

However, the fact that so many people believed in Gui Fanlou's advertising and marketing shows that they wouldn't give up after just one failure.

Hong Yuan looked around and saw that half of the poisoned assassin's face had been melted away, exposing the bone, and he was howling weakly.

The fact that he defeated and killed these four assassins in the blink of an eye was not because they were weak.

Leaving aside the 'meatball' in front of him, it was subdued by Hong Yuan's attack, and the force invaded its body before it could exert its power. However, the black box in his hand was probably some kind of powerful hidden weapon.

The spell that entangled the thorns should belong to the wood element among the five elements. It was shattered by his force, but in fact, the thorn vines had amazing twisting power and extremely high toughness. Ordinary people would have a hard time cutting them even with swords.

The effects of the 'Bone-Corroding and Soul-Destroying Powder' are still fresh in our minds...

The swordsman who attacked from behind was no less swift and ferocious than Qing Lingzi.

Even excluding this 'flesh ball', the mere restriction of movement by the magical vines means that even a moment's hesitation will result in being killed by the poison powder and the swift sword.

This lineup is so formidable that even a top-tier master of the Microscopic Realm would be instantly killed if they were not careful.

The reason why Hong Yuan couldn't even make a ripple in his hands was simply because Hong Yuan was too overpowered. The Net Perception he achieved with the Six Void Forces alone, combined with the Earth Vein Listening Force, made all kinds of traps within a hundred paces a 'book exam' for him.

A series of fighting shouts rang out from the black pine forest.

The remaining members of the Guo and Hua families numbered only a few dozen. After many were killed by Hong Yuanzhen's flying porcelain thunder and the arrows that bounced back, and after losing their two leaders, Guo Xiaochuan and Hua Shouzheng, the rest of them were naturally no match for Qing Lingzi and the others.

Not long after, Qing Lingzi, still carrying a lingering murderous aura, reported to Hong Yuan: "Alliance Leader, we have captured more than a dozen people alive, and a few others have escaped. I have already sent people to pursue them."

Hong Yuan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about these things.

At this moment, the clerk returned with his sword, knelt down in front of Hong Yuan, pointed at the paralyzed Hua Shouzhen, and said through gritted teeth, "My lord, please hand over this scoundrel to me. They killed Senior Brother Li, and I want to avenge him."

His eyes were bloodshot as he said with grief, "Senior Brother Li and I are all disciples of Master Yang."

Hong Yuan glanced at him: "I had forgotten about you since you weren't around. Well, let's deal with you together then."

As he spoke, Hong Yuan waved his robe.

Qing Lingzi immediately stepped forward and, with a single grab, captured Zhang Dianshi.

The latter looked flustered: "My lord, what mistake have I made?"

Qing Lingzi's face was icy as she stared coldly at him: "The remnants of the Guo and Hua families knew everything about our actions and set up an ambush beforehand. Can you explain this, Zhang Dianshi?"

Qing Lingzi was no fool. Considering Zhang Dianshi's words and actions, he could easily guess that this man was up to no good.

"My lord, do you suspect that I leaked the information? I come from the Yang Family Martial Arts School, how could I do such a thing?"

Zhang Dianshi then looked at Qing Lingzi and argued vehemently, "Sir, you have more than a dozen men under your command, why do you suspect me?"

Unfortunately, neither Qing Lingzi nor Hong Yuan bothered with him. It wasn't a case to investigate, so why would they need evidence?

Hong Yuan pointed to the 'flesh ball' inside the tree and said, "Try your best to pry this person open and ask him for information about Gui Fanlou."

Hong Yuan didn't have much hope either, and then said, "Take care of the rest before you go back to the prefectural city."

"Yes, Alliance Leader!" Qing Lingzi bowed and accepted the order with a respectful expression.

He was also an observer during the battle at Shuanglong Gorge, where he witnessed Hong Yuan single-handedly defeat two Grandmasters of the Subtle Realm and subdue hundreds of members of the Canal Gang.

At that time, Hong Yuan's martial arts skills were so high that he was amazed, but he could still understand them to some extent. However, he could not understand the methods that Hong Yuan displayed tonight.

Hong Yuan didn't linger. With a flicker, he disappeared into the snowy, dark night.

Seeing that Hong Yuan had left and Qing Lingzi was ignoring him, Zhang Dianshi became even more terrified, his face turning deathly pale. He cried out, "My lord, my lord, spare my life! I have my reasons! My mother has been captured by them..."

Bang!
Qing Lingzi pressed a palm print onto his head, and Zhang Dianshi's pupils trembled violently, rendering him unable to utter a sound.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the group of warriors returned, their weapons stained with blood, and reported: "Sir, the remaining rebels have all been killed."

Qing Lingzi nodded: "Take all the survivors away. These people need to be tortured in front of the people of the two counties to calm their nerves."

"Yes!"

A moment later, the warriors escorted out a dozen or so survivors. Qing Lingzi then took off some of the clothes from the corpses, tore them into long strips, tied up the 'ball of flesh', and took it away himself.

Soon, the black pine forest was left with only corpses scattered on the ground. With the wind howling and the branches swaying, it truly resembled a ghostly realm.

After an unknown amount of time, a slight noise suddenly came from the cave, and a mottled 'rock' fell from the cave wall.

As soon as the 'rock' landed on the ground, it quickly blended into the weeds, and a blurry figure could be vaguely seen emerging from it.

When the figure stepped onto the snow, his sparse form became almost transparent. If it weren't for the shallow footprints left in the snow, one would have thought he was a ghost.

The ghost first went to the place where Hong Yuan first appeared, stood still for a while, and then went to the big pine tree. Looking at the tree trunk that had been pierced by a palm, it stroked it with its palm for a while.

Finally, he walked up to the two Ghost Fanlou assassins, observed them intently for a long time, pressed his palms against the ground, and then slowly left the Black Pine Forest, drifting down the mountain.

Before long, the ghost descended the mountain and ran forward for several dozen feet before suddenly freezing in place.

When he moves, you can still see the outline of some ripples, but when he stops, he truly blends into the cold wind and the night, becoming colorless and formless.

His gaze shifted slightly as he looked ahead.

On a large blue stone in front of them, a tall, slender figure stood with his hands behind his back, leisurely.

“I thought that even if you didn’t rescue your companion, you would at least kill him to cover it up. I didn’t expect you to be so calm.”

Hong Yuan was waiting there, and he looked at the other party with a strange gaze, clicking his tongue in amazement: "An invisible man? A transparent man? Why don't you use such skills to do something with a promising future? What a waste to be an assassin!"

That ghostly agility was also extraordinary; it leaped up like a feather, darting left and right, only to find that with each movement, the other looked over.

The ghost had no more hope. Knowing that the other party could really see it, it immediately stomped its foot, unleashing a burst of true energy, and retreated like the wind, flying into the mountains and forests.

Only in the jungle does his method truly become invisible and unpredictable, beyond the comprehension of gods and ghosts.

Whoops!

Hong Yuan leaped up on the bluestone, instantly creating a fierce gust of wind that swept over him with a rapid airflow. Even at such a high speed, he still had the composure to speak and clearly convey his voice to the ghost's ears.

"Ghost Fanlou is known as one of the three major assassin organizations in the world. With such a prestigious reputation, how could we not investigate Hong's background?"

"If those four assassins could kill me, that would be fine. If they couldn't, then it was just a decoy to lull me into a false sense of security."

"Your real trump card is you, isn't it?"

The ghost didn't reply at all, and burst into speed to the extreme. In the blink of an eye, he had already darted into the jungle. With a leap, he disappeared into the darkness.

A ripple spreads out, then vanishes without a trace.

Hong Yuan flew through the forest like a bird, and as his toes touched the ground, he slowly turned around and gradually approached the direction of the ghost.

"How is this possible?" The ghost was extremely astonished.

"Once I return to the capital, you will likely follow me there very soon. I could have waited for you to come to me, but I'll pass..."

Bang!
Hong Yuan kicked up a large cloud of mud and sand beneath his feet, and with a flash, he shot out like lightning, already above the hiding place of the ghost. He reached out with his large hand in the air, and the sharp force pressed down on the branches and weeds on the ground, making them rustle.

"It would be terrible if something like the Invasion of the Invisible Man happened to me."

The ghost felt the force surging and crashing towards it like a tidal wave. Knowing it could not hide, it also unleashed its true power. With a cold snort, its form suddenly materialized from the illusory, its sleeves billowing as it punched empty air.

The next moment, a look of astonishment appeared on the ghost's face. His own strength had been disappearing the instant he attacked, as if a strange vortex had swallowed up all his strength.

puff!
In mid-air, a finger fell and struck the ghost's forehead, causing him to immediately collapse to the ground.

(End of this chapter)