Rise Of Evil Sword God

Just before the white light hit, the captain assassin took out a shield and raised it in front of him to block the white light. This shield was a treasure and could block the attack of a Peak Sovereign Profound Realm cultivator. After the light faded, the people saw the man unscathed. Turned out the shield was a really good defense treasure.

The main didn't stop and attacked again, increasing the power this time. He attacked the formation a few more times, repeating the same routine, attack and defend.

A few minutes later!

The formation was still standing firm, the leader of the assassins group had launched dozens of attacks but couldn't break the formation. Actually, he was a little afraid of the formation's rebound attack which was the reason why he didn't go all out.

While attacking, he was studying the program of the formation, and it was not in vain indeed. Now he knew how this formation worked. According to his analysis, this formation mainly bounced back the attacks of the enemy back to him.

"Captain, what now? This formation is a turtle sell very sturdy."

"Captain, we should retreat for now. We have already wasted enough time and stamina on this formation. Feng Yun must have realized that he is not our opponent and decided not to show up."

"He might have called for the reinforcement already."

The assassins spoke one after another and suggested withdrawing for now. The captain's expression was heavy, how long has it been since he failed to complete a mission? Let me try one more thing, if that doesn't work, we will leave.

Yan Qiu and others were watching the sky with wide eyes, whenever the man attacked the formation, their hearts pounded furiously. Yan Qiu was getting more and more nervous with each passing second. Although the formation was powerful, its consumption was not low. In just a few minutes, it consumed a hundred thousand spirit stones. This formation's energy source was the spirit stone vein beneath the sect. But the spirit stone vein was not big or high grade, it couldn't run such a big formation for a long time before drying up.

No matter what it was, everything required energy to run, the formation was also the same. Its energy comes from spirit stones and consumption of the formation was dependent on the workload which was quite heavy currently. According to Feng Yun, this formation could be maintained for two days at most before the spirit stones vein dried up. Once the spirit stone vein dried up, the sect's spirit energy will be diminished as well.

"Zilan, where is Feng Yun? Why hasn't he come yet?" Yan Qiu looked at Yan Zilan and asked.

"I don't know. He should be coming by now." Yan Zilan's expression was doubtful and spoke.

...

At this time, the captain of the assassin group took out an ancient talisman from his storage ring and threw it at the formation shield.

"This is a very precious ancient explosive talisman; it can release a full power blow of Half Step Divine Profound Realm cultivator. I'm guessing this formation can only resist up to Peak Sovereign Realm cultivator. Although this talisman is precious, the mission is more important."

"Retreat!"

Saying that he led the others assassin to retreat thousands of meters.

"Hmm, they are withdrawing, have they given up?"

"They are really leaving."

The disciples of the sect exclaimed one after another when they saw the purple-masked people moving back.

"Sect Master?" The elders looked at Yan Qiu for answers. What to do next? Even though the enemies were retreating, they couldn't lower their guards.

"Booom~~~"

"What happened?"

"What is going on?"

When everyone was discussing, a huge explosion appeared in the sky, making a deafening sound. The disciples saw their earbuds being hurt by the sound. The ground shook as a mega earthquake arrived, and many houses were broken. The disciples lost their balance and fell onto the ground. The clouds above the sect were swept away by the huge shockwave.

Everyone's face was pale in the sect, even though the formation absorbed most of the shockwave, a bit of it went inside. Yan Qiu and the elders were closest, affected highest, but their cultivation was high enough to resist.

The formation was standing firm until now, started shaking violently as if it was about to break. Yan Qiu's face fell when she saw the formation was about to break. As the shaking stopped, everyone finally stood up and looked up. Fortunately, the formation was still standing, but its previous brightness was gone. It was showing signs of breaking.

"Good, the formation is about to collapse, let's go!" The captain of the assassins' gaze was cold and ordered before moving forward.

"Ahh~~"

At this time, a few shrieks sounded from behind. The captain couldn't help but stop and look back to see. His eyes widened suddenly. Didn't know when a person appeared behind them, making a sneak attack from behind. It was truly a strange phenomenon, the assassins who always sneaked up on others were getting sneaked by someone.

They saw a sword blade coming out from the chest of one of their team members, the man could only let out a small shriek before dying as the sword pierced through his heart.

The owner of the sword was a young man who didn't know when arrived, standing behind the assassin holding on to the sword hilt. The young man took out the sword from the assassin's body and jumped toward the second assassin closest to him.

The man was still in stunned stage, trying to comprehend what just happened. A young man come out of nowhere and killed one of their members.

"You.. bastard.." The man shouted and hurriedly defended against the young man whose sword already arrived in front of him.

"Aghh.." The man reacted quickly and instinctively moved, managing to evade and save his life, but still, his shoulder was cut by the sword. However, before he could take a breath of relief, he felt hot air coming from his right side, and it turned out it was a blazing fist. The fist perfectly landed on the man's face, sending him flying into the distance. After taking out two guys, the sneaker immediately retreated a thousand meters, as he didn't want to be swarmed by the assassins.

At this time, the assassin became alerted. At this time, they finally saw the attacker's appearance. It was a young man holding a black sword in his right hand, while his left hand was burning with dark golden flames.

"He... he is Feng Yun!" At this time, one of the assassins couldn't help but exclaim after seeing the appearance of the young man.

"What?" All the assassins were stunned as they looked at the young man and found it was indeed Feng Yun.

...

A while ago.

Feng Yun was recuperating his soul when he was notified that the enemy group came to the sect, asking for him. When he got the news, he immediately rushed out of the secret realm. Fortunately, the sect protection formation was activated timely to resist the enemy.

Feng Yun was curious about the identity of the enemy group; his first thought was the True Fire Palace. Recently, he only offended one force which was the True Fire Palace.

"These people didn't look like the True Fire Palace." Feng Yun said inwardly as he looked at the purple-masked men.

"Huh, purple mask! Are they phantom assassins?" Feng Yun noticed the purple mask and thought inwardly. There were questions in his mind, why would the phantom assassins send a group to kill him? And when did they change their profession, they looked more like mercenaries than assassins.

Everything aside, after sensing their strength, Feng Yun's expression changed. Feng Yun looked at the group with a serious look and counted. Fifteen Early-Stage Sovereign, Seven Mid-Stage Sovereign, Two Late-Stage Sovereign, and One Peak Stage Sovereign Realm cultivator.

'What the fuck! That is too much. Did the entire guild come out to kill me?" Feng Yun cursed inwardly and wondered. Seeing their number, Feng Yun immediately threw away the idea of fighting them head-on alone. It was risky.

"The formation is still, everyone is safe. Let's wait for a bit and observe." Feng Yun decided.

"Should I call for help?" Feng Yun thought inwardly. There were a few people who could help him, but none of them was close enough to arrive in minutes.