"That's right, I am a ghost. You all just killed me a moment ago, and now I'm here to claim your lives. You've done far too many bad deeds, even Lord Yama can't stand it anymore," said Ling Zhenfei. He really hadn't expected someone to mistake him for a ghost, but he didn't mind toying with them a bit longer.

"Ling Zhenfei, stop being so mysterious. Since we didn't kill you just now, then we will personally end your life," Zhang Ying said, reaching behind his back and pulling out two daggers.

Seeing Zhang Ying take out his weapons, the others also took out theirs, even the boy who was most afraid of ghosts took out a dagger.

In an instant, they all entered a combat state, surrounding Ling Zhenfei and constantly changing their movements, clearly looking for an opportunity to strike.

Ling Zhenfei glanced at them and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. They were all from the Mingmu Realm, and yet they dared to brazenly attack him, a person from the Zhiyi Boundary. It seemed they really didn't want to live. If they started a fight, Ling Zhenfei wouldn't mind sending them off to see King Yan.

"Brothers, there's no need to worry. This kid was attacked by us the day before yesterday. Tu Gang told us that he was seriously injured at that time. Now he's all bark and no bite. As long as we work together, we can definitely kill him. Don't forget, this kid is worth twenty million. Killing him means we have everything," said one of them.

You couldn't deny that Zhang Ying was good at inciting them. Her words acted like an adrenaline shot, and red light flashed in their eyes.

Ling Zhenfei chuckled and said, "If you want to die that badly, then come at me. It's a good opportunity to get rid of some pests."

"Hey!" Zhang Ying shouted loudly, the first to swing his dagger toward Ling Zhenfei, the two daggers spinning like a pair of scissors, aiming for the vital parts of Ling Zhenfei's body.

The rest were not idle either. Seeing Zhang Ying make a move, they followed suit, striking with the weapons in their hands toward Ling Zhenfei. All of them were from the Mingmu Realm, not weak by any means, and together their combined strength was formidable.

But to Ling Zhenfei, no matter how strong they were when united, the gap between the Mingmu Realm and the Zhiyi Boundary was simply too vast. Ling Zhenfei didn't take any of them seriously. They were assassins, and the most lethal weapon an assassin had was the element of surprise, not brute force. Taking on Ling Zhenfei was simply suicidal.

Spiritual Power flashed in Ling Zhenfei's hands, and Northern Spiritual Energy surged under his feet. His movements were much faster than theirs. Suddenly, with a flicker, he dodged their daggers and appeared beside one of them, kicking them so hard they went flying.

His hands moved swiftly, striking hard against two others. Those two were no match for Ling Zhenfei and were sent flying by his Spiritual Power, landing hard on the ground without getting up again.

In an instant, three were taken down, leaving three more, who were even less of a match for Ling Zhenfei. His form flickered as he lunged directly at Zhang Ying!

Among these assassins, Zhang Ying was the strongest. His hands emitted a fierce Northern Spiritual Energy mixed with Cold Qi. It was unknown what kind of Cultivation Technique he had mastered, but anyone of equal strength would surely not be his opponent.

But even with Zhang Ying's unique techniques, they were of no use against Ling Zhenfei's overwhelming strength. After a few moves, Ling Zhenfei had figured out Zhang Ying's movement technique. With a slight smile, he dodged the Cold Qi coming from Zhang Ying's hands, quickly shifting positions and circling to Zhang Ying's back, landing a palm strike on his spine.

Zhang Ying was knocked to the ground by Ling Zhenfei's powerful Spiritual Power. Trying to stand up again, he was promptly beaten down by two successive punches from Ling Zhenfei, leaving him vomiting blood on the ground.

After a fierce battle, all of Zhang Ying's group were down, with at least two lying motionless on the ground, not knowing whether they were completely dead yet.

Ling Zhenfei stretched languidly and said to Zhang Ying and the others, "Really, so boring. With your meager strength, you actually came to kill me, completely putting money before lives."

Victor as the prince, vanquished as the bandit, this ironclad rule has been passed down through countless ages, and Zhang Ying and his companions certainly understood what that meant for them. In front of others, they were fearsome assassins, but before Ling Zhenfei, they were inconsequential.

Ling Zhenfei glanced at the condition of several people; aside from Zhang Ying, only the taxi driver who had brought him here seemed to be in relatively good shape.

Ling Zhenfei walked to the driver's side and said coldly, "I ask, you answer. Answer well, and you can live; if you don't answer, I'll make sure you die."

The driver snickered coldly but remained silent, obviously unwilling to divulge anything—a testament to the paramount code of silence among assassins, and their spirit of never bending even in the face of death.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei was aware of their spirit; some assassins would even commit suicide to keep a secret, but he knew that those were only a minority. Assassins were human too; they feared death and had their own concerns.

"What is your name?" Ling Zhenfei didn't actually want to know the man's name; he was merely testing the waters.

Just as Ling Zhenfei suspected, the man didn't even look at him, nor did he reply, showing the resolve of someone prepared for death.

Ling Zhenfei nodded his head, "Well done. It looks like you won't shed tears without seeing the coffin."

After finishing his words, he looked to the side, then directly walked over to one of the assassins who lay on the ground, motionless. Using his Perspective Eye, he took a quick glance and knew that the assassin was dead; his internal organs were shattered, and no one could have saved him.

Ling Zhenfei hooked the dead assassin's body with his foot, then with a shove, the body flew up, and he kicked it straight into the burning car.

Boom!

The blazing fire intensified, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh. Everyone was horrified, and the driver was stunned. Who could have anticipated Ling Zhenfei being so ruthless as to actually burn a man alive—it was truly terrifying.

Ling Zhenfei looked at the driver and said, "Willing to talk now? I will only ask once. If you still won't talk, the next one to be used as fuel will be you."

"I'm called Xu Liang. Please, don't kill me; I'll tell you everything!" The driver caved in, witnessing Ling Zhenfei's ruthlessness. The consequences of not confessing were terrifying.

Ling Zhenfei seemed to have anticipated Xu Liang's confession and continued to ask, "How did you know that someone would come to pick me up?"

This was a question that Ling Zhenfei had always been confused about. He was expecting a pickup because he had arranged for Zheng Tingting to send someone, so he did not suspect the person who came to get him. But how did this man know that someone would be there to do so?

Xu Liang, evidently terrified by Ling Zhenfei's earlier actions, knew that if he did not speak up, Ling Zhenfei was capable of anything; it was very likely that he would end up as fuel in the fire. He hurriedly said, "We didn't know for certain you'd fall for it. We just had no other choice and had to think of this desperate strategy. I didn't expect you would actually seek me out yourself, I am surprised too."

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