The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

Three cold glints, like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, accurately and ruthlessly pierced Su Zhen's throat, heart, and brow.

"Assassins! Father, be careful!"

Su Jin behind him let out a low growl, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

But Su Zhen was, after all, a top-notch expert who had been through countless battles.

Even when his mind is filled with the excitement of making money, his body can still react instinctively.

"Get out of my way!"

Su Zhen let out a roar, and the Longquan sword in his hand drew a perfect semicircle in front of him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three crisp metallic pops rang out in the sealed room, sparks flying everywhere.

The powerful internal energy sent the three black-clad attackers flying backward.

Using the walls as a buffer, they landed silently in the center of the secret room, like geckos.

Only then, by the dim light of the ever-burning lamps on the walls of the secret room.

The family of three finally saw the true colors of the uninvited guest.

Six masked assassins dressed in dark purple, tight-fitting night suits.

Their attire was completely different from that of the heavily armored assassins outside the Taiji Hall.

They bore no resemblance whatsoever to the servants of the general's mansion whom Lin Zhenxiong kept.

These people have lifeless, empty eyes, like soulless puppets.

The weapons they carried were not the swords and knives commonly seen in the Great Abyss Kingdom.

Instead, it is a uniquely shaped, jet-black curved sickle with sharp barbs.

The blade of the scythe gleamed with a faint blue light, clearly indicating that it had been coated with a deadly poison that could kill instantly upon drawing blood.

"That movement technique...that weapon..."

Su Zhen narrowed his eyes, his grip on the Longquan sword tightening.

"These people are definitely not that old dog Lin Zhenxiong's henchmen!"

"Their martial arts style is unpredictable, every move deadly, without any hesitation or delay—they are professional assassins!"

The moment Su Zhen finished speaking.

Su Jin, who was standing to the side, suddenly let out a chilling chuckle.

"Heh...not a dog from the General's mansion? That's even more interesting!"

Su Jin drew the sharp short blade from his waist with a backhand motion.

Looking at the six purple-clad assassins in front of him, who exuded a dangerous aura.

Not only was he not afraid at all, but he was so excited that his whole body was trembling slightly.

"Anyone who dares to block my path of confiscating property and making money, no matter who you are, you will all die today!"

Before he finished speaking, Su Jin's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

The next second, he transformed into a black lightning bolt and charged ruthlessly into the assassins' formation.

"Ding! Clang! Pfft!"

The sounds of clashing weapons and ripping flesh together created a cruel symphony of death.

The six purple-clad assassins possessed bizarre martial arts skills and their bodies were as supple as boneless snakes.

Every dodge and attack comes from an unbelievable angle.

But they messed with the wrong person today.

They were facing the crown prince of the Great Yuan Kingdom, who possessed the highest martial arts talent and the most ruthless methods of killing!

Su Jin didn't explain any moves or techniques to them at all.

The poisoned blade in his hand transformed into a deathly green blur.

They went straight in and unleashed a brutal, ruthless mowing-down rampage!

"puff!"

Before the first assassin could even swing his scythe, Su Jin slit his throat with a single stroke.

Hot blood gushed out, splattering onto a box of scattered pearls nearby, a horrifying sight.

Su Jin didn't even glance at him, his body twisting in an incredible way to dodge the sneak attack from behind.

With a backhand slash, he pierced the heart of the second assassin.

"Too slow! You guys are too slow!"

Su Jin frantically reaped lives while emitting maniacal laughter.

"With such meager skills, you dare to try and guard the treasure vault?"

Under the Crown Prince's relentless and fierce attacks.

In the short time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the five top-notch purple-clad assassins had already turned into cold corpses on the ground.

In the vast underground chamber, only the last assassin who led the group remained.

He clutched his right hand, which had three fingers severed, and staggered backward, his back pressed against a pile of gold bricks.

His chest heaved violently.

A flicker of horror flashed in his lifeless eyes.

He never imagined that the Crown Prince of Dayuan Kingdom would be such a terrifying murderous tyrant!

Su Jin toyed with the dripping poisoned blade in his hand, approaching him step by step.

"Speak! Who are you people? Why are you in Lin Zhenxiong's secret room?"

"I've said it, and I, the Crown Prince, might consider giving you a quick death."

Seeing that escape was hopeless, the leader of the assassins stopped retreating.

He neither begged for mercy nor showed fear.

Instead, a morbidly fanatical smile appeared on his face.

He ignored the murderous Su Jin in front of him.

He looked past the Crown Prince and arrogantly fixed his gaze on Su Zhen, who was standing at the door.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The lead assassin let out a hoarse, grating laugh.

"Emperor of Dayuan, do you think you can rest easy now that you've killed Lin Zhenxiong?"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes filled with crazed malice.

"You've ruined my long-planned restoration of the nation!"

"You've ruined one of our most important pieces!"

"Our Netherworld Cult will never let you get away with this!"

The Netherworld Cult?!

Upon hearing these four words, Su Zhen and Su Jin both frowned deeply.

What kind of organization is this?

Why has this name never been heard of in the intelligence network of the Great Yuan Kingdom?

Just as the father and son were about to step forward and dislocate the assassin's jaw to interrogate him severely.

A resolute will to die flashed in the eyes of the lead assassin.

"The Netherworld descends, the Crimson Lotus Blaze erupts! Long live the Divine Cult!"

He closed his mouth and forcefully snapped his jaws shut.

A soft, crisp sound came from deep inside his mouth.

It was the sound of a specially made venom sac hidden in the molars being crushed.

The poison takes effect much faster than imagined.

"puff!"

The very next second after he crushed the venomous fangs.

The lead assassin's eyes widened as he spat out a mouthful of thick, black, foul-smelling blood.

It gushed out wildly from his mouth and nose!

Immediately afterwards, his originally pale face turned a terrifying blackish-purple.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

He didn't even struggle; he fell straight forward, crashing heavily onto the cold stone slab.

He died on the spot, his black blood flowing all over the ground.

Not only him, but also those assassins who were killed by Su Jin with a single blow but were not quite dead yet.

At the same time, they also shattered their venomous fangs, turning into venomous corpses that emitted a foul stench.

Su Jin stopped and looked at the dead assassins scattered all over the ground, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Damn it! Those cowards died pretty quickly."

"I haven't even used the ten most cruel tortures yet."

Su Yaoyao, who was standing at the door, peeked out and glanced at the corpse on the ground.

"The Netherworld Cult? Just from the name, it sounds like a typical villainous cult."

"Father, it seems that old dog Lin Zhenxiong's rebellion has deeper roots."

As she spoke, she took small, quick steps into the secret room.

Get ready to begin her favorite part.

Inventory the spoils of war.

Just as the lead assassin fell heavily to the ground.

The impact was so strong that the collar of his purple nightgown was shaken open.

"Gurgle..."

An inconspicuous little object slipped out of his close-fitting bosom.

It rolled down the sloping stone slab to the ground not far away.

Under the dim light of the ever-burning lamp in the secret room, the object emitted a crisp sound of jade colliding.

A jade pendant only half the size of a palm.

The jade is of excellent quality, crystal clear, and shimmers with a warm luster under dim light.

At the very center of the jade pendant is a complex and bizarre totem.

A lifelike crimson lotus spider!

The spider's body is composed of a blooming blood-red lotus flower, and its eight legs are sharp as knives.

It exudes a bewitching, wicked charm, yet possesses a deadly allure that makes it impossible to look away.

This totem is similar to the blood-red mark on the encrypted letter that fell from Lin Zhenxiong's body earlier.

It's exactly the same!

Su Zhen was about to step over the corpse to examine the large wooden box containing the gold bars.

Hearing the sound of the jade rolling down, he glanced down casually.

It was just a casual glance.

But it was as if a bolt of lightning from the heavens struck Su Zhen squarely on the top of his head.

His imposing, arrogant figure froze.

Time has frozen.

Su Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted, and he even stopped breathing.

"Clatter".

The Longquan sword that he always held tightly in his hand.

It slipped from his palm and slammed heavily onto the hard floor tiles.

This is the iron-blooded tyrant who remains unfazed in the face of an army of 100,000 and dares to draw his sword and fight to the death against a Grandmaster at the peak of his power.

At this moment, he was like a soulless walking corpse.

His legs went weak, and he stumbled and staggered forward.

He almost tripped over the assassin's corpse on the ground.

Su Zhen disregarded the poisoned blood scattered on the ground, and he also disregarded the emperor's dignity.

He fell to his knees with a thud on the cold stone slab.

A pair of large, calloused hands, worn from years of wielding a sword, trembled violently.

He handled it with utmost care, as if it were the most fragile treasure in the world.

He gently picked up the jade pendant, which was carved with a blood-red lotus spider, from the ground.

The room was deathly silent, with only Su Zhen's heavy, bellows-like breathing audible.

A tyrant who is ruthless and merciless, always killing without blinking an eye.

The moment he grasped the jade pendant, his eyes turned bloodshot.

Terrifying blood vessels crawled across the whites of his eyes.

Endless grief, shock, disbelief, and the deep, agonizing longing buried in my heart for eight years.

A frenzy of emotions swirled and erupted in his eyes.

"Tick-tock".

A soft dripping sound.

It echoed in the deathly silent chamber.

Hot tears streamed down the tyrant's face.

It crashed onto the eerie and alluring crimson lotus spider.