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

Su Jin, carrying the gleaming longsword, strolled leisurely into the dance floor, which was completely illuminated by fluorescent green light.

His eyes were calm and expressionless.

But beneath those seemingly calm eyes lurked a deep interest in this absurd farce.

Three hundred of the most elite Night Assassins of the Great Yan Kingdom were currently rolling and leaping wildly on the ground, completely out of control.

They had no idea that death was already upon them.

Or rather, even if they were aware of it, their uncontrolled bodies were unable to mount any defense.

Su Jin moved.

He did not use the blade.

Killing these perfect experimental subjects with a single sword strike would be a terrible waste.

He twisted his wrist, turning the sharp blade towards himself, revealing the thick, hard back of the sword.

In the next instant, Su Jin's figure transformed into a white light that was invisible to the naked eye, and like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he plunged into the group of glowing green figures.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound of bone breaking stood out starkly amidst the cacophony of laughter.

A suicide bomber who was performing a perfect backflip in mid-air suddenly felt a sharp pain in his kneecap.

Su Jin's sword struck his joint at an incredible angle.

The assassin lost his balance in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab like a broken sack.

His legs were bent at an odd angle.

Intense pain instantly swept through his brain; he wanted to scream and wail.

But the control over poison is just too domineering.

"Ah—ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The assassin opened his mouth, but instead let out a series of loud, maniacal laughs, tears mixed with cold sweat streaming down his face.

Su Jin didn't even glance at him. With a light touch of his toes, he floated to the front of the next target.

Ahead, a suicide bomber is performing a difficult Thomas Flair by supporting himself on his hands.

Su Jin tilted his head slightly, seemingly admiring the other person's actions.

"The chassis is unstable."

He made a soft comment, then extended the back of his sword like a viper spitting its tongue.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, the assassin's elbow joints were shattered instantly.

With his arms no longer able to support his weight, the assassin slammed face down onto the ground, breaking two of his front teeth.

But when he looked up, his face, covered in blood, still bore that狰狞 smile that stretched to his ears.

"Hehehehe..."

He coughed up blood while letting out a villainous laugh.

This fight, or rather this one-sided beating, had a chilling rhythm.

Su Jin weaved through the crowd.

He was extremely selective in avoiding all the vital parts of the assassins' bodies, ensuring they did not injure their internal organs or take their lives.

His goal was very clear.

Wrist, elbow, knee, ankle.

"Snap!"

"Thud!"

The sound of bones breaking echoed repeatedly, like dried walnuts being crushed one after another on New Year's Eve.

Su Jin was like a meticulous craftsman, methodically disassembling one intricate puppet after another.

He controlled the force of his strike perfectly.

It can completely disable the opponent's ability to move, but it will never make the opponent faint from the pain.

They must be kept sober and allowed to fully appreciate this involuntary joy.

The hot pot inside the house was still bubbling and steaming.

Su Yaoyao held a bowl of freshly prepared sesame sauce, leaned against the broken window frame, and ate while watching a martial arts film in the yard with great interest.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

The commotion in the courtyard gradually subsided.

The acrobatic troupe that was flying around in the air just a moment ago is now all lying flat.

All three hundred Night Elf assassins had their limbs and joints shattered, without exception.

They collapsed to the ground, their bodies contorted into various strange postures.

Without exception, they were all emitting a dazzling fluorescent green light, and they were all laughing wildly with unwavering determination.

The entire courtyard was filled with alternating bursts of "hahaha" and "hehehe," sounding even more lively than the underworld.

Su Jin gently flicked his longsword.

Not a single drop of blood stained the back of the sword.

He sheathed his longsword and looked at the green light sources that were howling and laughing wildly all over the ground, seemingly feeling that it was still not quite perfect.

"younger sister."

Su Jin turned his head to look at Su Yaoyao by the window and stated his request.

"They're lying on the ground like that, it's so messy and not aesthetically pleasing at all."

Su Yaoyao swallowed the beef in her mouth and instantly understood what he meant.

She immediately rummaged through her personal storage space and pulled out a large bundle of black yarn.

"Brother, use this!"

Su Yaoyao flicked her wrist and threw the bundle of black thread into Su Jin's arms.

"These are carbon nanotube ropes. They look as thin as a hair, but a single one can lift an elephant. You can do whatever you want with them."

Su Jin caught the rope steadily, his fingertips stroking the tough material, and nodded in satisfaction.

A flicker of artistic fervor flashed in his eyes.

Su Jin, holding the rope, walked up to the assassin who was laughing the loudest.

He skillfully tied a knot, securing one end of the rope tightly to the assassin's ankle.

Then, Su Jin lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body soared into the air, leaping onto the towering eaves of the Divine Sect's headquarters like a large bird.

He tied the other end of the rope securely to the eaves that extended from the roof.

The assassin was hung upside down, suspended in mid-air.

Blood and venom surged to his head, turning the assassin's face red, but he couldn't stop laughing maniacally.

"This height is just right."

Su Jin stood on the roof ridge, surveying the effect from above, and then began large-scale renovation work.

He transformed into a tireless performance artist.

Wandering between the inner courtyard, the archway, the corridors, and the tower.

Three hundred green-glowing assassins were bound by their feet and hung upside down from various high places on the main altar of the cult.

Su Jin also considered the visual sense of layering.

The most radiant assassins were hung in the most conspicuous center of the archway.

The dozen or so people whose laughter was most synchronized lined up and hung under the eaves of the main hall.

A night breeze blew by.

Three hundred green figures hung upside down, swaying in the wind in mid-air.

They collided with each other, producing dull thuds of flesh hitting flesh, accompanied by bursts of continuous, maniacal laughter.

The scene was bizarre, spectacular, and yet it was also a form of mental pollution that could cause nervous breakdowns.

Su Jin clapped his hands, stood on the highest roof ridge, and admired his masterpiece.

"good."

He gave a soft sigh of praise.

This enormous array of human-shaped wind chimes is undoubtedly the most perfect work he has ever created.

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time flies.

The long and noisy night finally passed, and the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Outside the main altar of the Divine Sect, there were camps stretching for ten miles.

Inside the central military tent of the Regent of the Great Yan Kingdom, the fire in the stove was burning brightly.

The regent was dressed early in the morning, his dark gold armor gleaming in the candlelight.

He barely slept all night, but his spirits were unusually high.

Judging by the time, the three hundred Night Assassins he sent out should have succeeded long ago.

That was the ultimate weapon he had painstakingly trained using the most brutal methods, spending countless amounts of money and effort.

They never miss.

The main altar of the Divine Cult is probably already a sea of ​​fire, and Ye Honglian's head should have been sent out in a brocade box by now.

Outside the tent, it was broad daylight.

The thick fog of early morning began to dissipate slowly under the sunlight.

The regent strode out of the tent without waiting.

A group of generals who had been waiting outside immediately came forward, their faces full of fawning smiles.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness!"

A lieutenant clasped his hands in a fist salute and loudly flattered the general.

"With the Dark Night Assassins on the scene, capture is sure to be a piece of cake. That so-called Netherworld Cult is probably already reduced to ashes!"

The regent laughed heartily, stroking his beard.

"Hmph, a bunch of arrogant lunatics who dare to oppose me."

He turned around and took his most beloved treasure from the servant behind him.

It was a monocular telescope presented as tribute by a Western merchant. The body of the telescope was made of brass and inlaid with gemstones, and the lens was extremely clear.

The regent walked confidently to a high place.

He raised his binoculars, brought one eye close to the crystal lens, and aimed it at the religious headquarters built on the mountainside in the distance.

He eagerly anticipated witnessing the spectacular sight of flames engulfing the sky.

I look forward to seeing ruins and charred corpses.

As the morning breeze blew, the last layer of white mist that had been covering the mountainside finally dissipated completely.

The image in the telescope became incredibly clear.

The Regent's lips had been curled into a smug smirk.

But when he saw what was happening in the camera lens, his smile froze on his face.

The magnificent buildings of the main altar of the cult stood intact in the morning light.

Not only was it not burned down, but not a single tile was lost.

What truly blew the Regent’s mind away was what was on the roof.

He rubbed his eyes hard, pressed them against the telescope again, and turned the copper ring that adjusted the focus.

He saw it clearly.

Under the eaves of the main altar of the religion, on the crossbeams of the archway, and around the main hall.

Hundreds of unidentified objects were hanging densely.

The objects were hanging upside down, swaying back and forth in the morning breeze.

Although it was already bright daylight, the surfaces of those objects still emitted a strange and dazzling fluorescent green glow.

What's even more frightening is that even at such a great distance...

The regent could still clearly see the faces of those hanging upside down through the telescope.

Those were cold-blooded assassins he had trained at great expense!

They are supposed to be ruthless, elite members of the night!

But now, their limbs hang limply, yet their faces are all plastered with wild, ear-to-ear grins.

The morning breeze carried the faint sounds from afar to the enemy camp.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Hehehehe..."

Those three hundred glowing green figures looked like a string of giant human wind chimes.

Swaying in the wind, laughing wildly in the wind.

They were as joyful as if they were celebrating the fall of the Great Yan Kingdom.

The Regent's breath caught in his throat.

His eyes were fixed on the telescope, his eyeballs covered with terrifying red blood vessels.

His mind went blank; all his pride and expectations were utterly shattered by this human wind chime at that moment.

His trump card, which he was very proud of.

He was a renowned assassin.

It was actually hung up like cured meat in a place where everyone in the city could see it, turning it into a huge joke!

A surge of extremely violent reversed blood rushed from the Regent's chest to the top of his head.

A muffled groan of pain escaped from deep within his throat.

"puff!"

A large mouthful of bright red blood gushed from the Regent's mouth, turning into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air and spraying a full three feet away.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

The surrounding generals were terrified and rushed forward in a panic to help him up.

The regent shoved aside the deputy general beside him.

His hand holding the telescope was trembling violently.

A crisp "snap" sound.

He smashed the priceless telescope hard against the rock, deforming the brass and shattering the crystal.

The regent drew his sword from his waist, looking like a madman.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, pointing towards the direction of the cult's headquarters and letting out a hysterical roar.

"Order the 100,000 troops! Bring the Divine Might Cannons!"

"Even if we raze this city to the ground today, we will crush them all!"