The Vile Purple's Onslaught (1)

However, a few seconds before my blade swung down on the assassin's head, another poison needle flew through the air at my head.

I swiftly rolled through the air with my right arm still extended, cutting off the first assassin's head whilst I dodged the needle.

These guys knew what they were doing, they were trying to lead me away from the base so they could eradicate the entire cult. Some schemes are too good to play into, and this would be one of them.

I raised my qi over my fingers and launched a qi bullet in the direction the second needle was thrown from. I had no time to waste with these fools, I had to return back to the cult headquarters before too many lives were lost.

As I darted from branch to branch in the direction of the cult headquarters, I could feel more and more assassins begin to follow me from the side. They seemed dead set on making sure I wasn't at the cult headquarters, either so they could kill everyone there, or so they could kill me without an issue.

"You Vile Purple Clan bastards think you can kill me or my cult?! Good luck trying because you'll never succeed!"

If these bastards were going to follow me the whole time and grow in numbers at the same time, it would be best to cut down a few of them first to give them a reason to not follow me.

I leapt down from the branches and landed on the forest floor, only to slowly turn around and face the dozens of assassins trailing me. It was funny, If I had my golden core in this situation, I would have just vanished without a trace, or used my palm arts to paralyze them. But ever since I was reset, my thought process has definitely changed.

Leave not a single one alive. That is what became of my thought process.

Assassins, Orthodox clans turning Unorthodox, cruelty being spread by those who should be protecting the regular civilians. So many reasons to exterminate the vermin within human society.

But every time it comes down to killing someone, the sutra of the Mount Song Sect returns to my mind and calms me. I talk about the vermin that plagues human society when I take part in the same thing that those vermin do.

But this case is an exception, blood has been shed between us already, and It's their fault. As the dozens of assassins drew nearer I readied my blade to face them.

Practical experience is the best way to learn a new skill, and learning is something I need to do as fast as possible. But I couldn't reveal my left-handed blade style yet, it wasn't ready to be used or fit to be used on these assassins.

In a flash I charged the assassins, swinging my blade furiously at each assassin I passed, aiming for their necks with every slice. With every slice I made cutting through the necks of the assassins, black blood spewed through the air and melted almost everything it touched. The only exception being my dragon horn blade.

As the assassins began to fall over one by one, the remaining assassins pulled out their knives and prepared to block my attacks.

It was too late however, since their knives now blocked their necks from being cut, their arms were now exposed completely. I quickly altered the path of which my blade followed and began cutting down the right arms of the assassins.

It was strange however, with each assassin who died or had their arm removed, two more would appear. Was the entire Vile Purple Clan sent after me?

If more people started to show up, I'd slowly be overwhelmed. I originally wanted to play into their schemes, but it didn't seem like that was an option right now.

With a forced stop of my foot, I knocked back the assassins nearby me, giving me just enough time to perform my best AOE martial arts technique.

Silver Breath arts; Tornado of Palms!

A ferocious storm of palm strikes erupted from around me, creating blasts of winds that slowly formed a circle around the entirety of the assassins.

As I performed the final palm strike of the technique, the harsh winds began to accelerate. Becoming strong enough to pick up the assassins around me and carry them in the direction the winds the newly formed tornado blew.

The technique I used was meant to target everyone who didn't have the same type of qi that Mount Song Sect had. So it was a technique I could only use in the presence of the Mount Song Sect, or when I was completely surrounded and alone.

But with the assassins being thrown away by the tornado, I had a break in the action to flee to the cult headquarters. If I succeeded in getting back to the headquarters, their plan would be for naught.

A second later I dashed away from the tornado of assassins and toward the cult headquarters. I could only hope that Pyo Kang and Pyo Yong didn't have to deal with any of those assassins. Getting pierced by one of those poison needles could end a person's life in a matter of minutes, and it only got worse if that person had internal energy.

The poison that the Vile Purple Clan was designed to eat away the internal energy of a martial artist before affecting the organs of the body. However, the poison affected the internal energy much faster than the organs, so even if you were in the Supreme Realm, you would still find yourself succumbing to the poison in a matter of minutes.

Pyo Kang and Pyo Yong haven't dealt with poison users yet, so they might not know what to do if someone got hit with the needle.

If only they had known...

The sight that befell me when I had arrived at the cult headquarters was that of ruin.

Buildings set ablaze, the concrete pathways and foundations turned to rubble, bodies dyed black from the poisonous blood that leaked from them. Decapitated heads and limbs scattered around like toys in a toddler's room, the sight was a horror to look at for those who were not used to such a thing.

But what struck me the worst in the entire sight... A single body laying motionless with its head on a spear behind it.

"Pyo Yong..."