Urban Banished Immortal Chapter 656 The Assassin is Afraid_1

Chapter 656: Chapter 656: The Assassin is Afraid_1 Chapter 656: Chapter 656: The Assassin is Afraid_1 “Okay, be careful.” Mo Huasong nodded. “If your power isn’t enough, use your trump card.”

Mo Huasong handed Su Weidong and the others a talisman each, capable of instantly killing an assassin at the Golden Core Peak Stage, to be used if they ever found themselves in danger.

Of course, they would not utilize it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Su Weidong nodded, immediately turning around to race back into the fray.

As soon as he moved, someone immediately pursued him.

This was why Su Weidong hadn’t retreated into the spatial zone. His body, unlike Mu En’s, could withstand several slashes without suffering any substantial damage.

“Ding ding ding.” As Su Weidong dashed off, his back received a few hits.

But in his sprint outside, he had managed to kill one assassin.

Once outside, Su Weidong continued to dash away.

“Forget about Su Weidong, let’s kill Mo Batian together!” An assassin that seemed to be in charge admonished his rades that had started to chase after Su Weidong.

They found Su Weidong peculiar. They had no clue as to what cultivation technique he had practiced, how could he still be standing after so many slashes? It was beyond their imagination.

Mo Batian seemed to have sustained some serious injuries, therefore, if they pushed a bit further, they could probably kill him too.

When the assassin leader saw half of his rades lying dead on the battlefield, he couldn’t help but feel gutted.

The cost of their assassination attempt on Mo Batian was staggering.

Nevertheless, what’s done is done. There’s no going back. If they failed to kill Mo Batian this time, their loss would be astronomical.

Seeing Su Weidong leave made Mo Huasong furious. He bellowed, “Fat Dragon, don’t you dare e here!”

“Don’t worry, Brother Batian, I’m not out of my mind. I’m not planning on running over to where you are.” Fat Dragon shouted out loud.

At present, there were quite a few charging towards Mo Huasong, mainly aiming to kill Mo Batian.

If others also rushed in, they would definitely be surrounded by the assassins.

Mo Huasong sneered, swinging his Little White Sword, and the assassins quickly threw up their defenses.

“Ding ding ding.” They were knocked back several steps before finally stabilising their forms.

Simultaneously, they were taken aback by Mo Batian’s strength. With this level of fighting ability, how could he possibly rank second from the bottom on the Qinglong List? Whoever piled this list was going to get someone killed! With his bat prowess, Mo Batian should at least be in the top hundred.

“Yin Yang Kill.” Mo Huasong shouted, clasping his hands together. His face paled in an instant, and then he threw an attack towards the front.

Two powerful cyclones erupted, swirling around rapidly.

“Not good, what is that? Everyone, put up full defense and deflect it back!” The leader of the assassins noticed something amiss and promptly raised both his hands to counter the oning cyclones.

However, this was Mo Huasong’s trump card. It wasn’t something they could dodge just because they wanted to.

The sight of the assassin leader colliding with the cyclones and being flung backward met their eyes.

As for the other assassins who were at Late Gold Core Stage or below, they were encircled and torn apart by the cyclones, their bodies shredded into hundreds of pieces.

In order to kill their Golden Core strength opponents with Yin Yang Kill, Mo Huasong had to not only use all his True Qi, but also overdraft some of his potential.

Otherwise, his face wouldn’t have turned so dreadfully pale.

“Ahhhhh!” Some assassins fell to the ground screaming, dead beyond doubt.

The leader of the assassins, seeing that only a handful of them remained, frightened, urgently shouted, “We can’t kill Mo Batian, let’s get out of here.”

Mo Huasong glared at them, shouting menacingly, “You lot think you can escape?”

Just then, an assassin sped towards Mo Huasong, his whole body brimming with energy.

“Not good, he’s going to self-destruct.” Mo Huasong immediately retreated back.

The explosion from a Golden Core Stage practitioner’s self-destruction was more terrifying than a bomb.

Mo Huasong did not want to be injured by the explosion, as it would allow the remaining assassins to rush at him again.

“Bang.”

The sky was filled with flying body parts, and a large hole was blown out in the place where the assassin had self-destructed.

By the time Mo Huasong wanted to give chase again, he found that the remaining dozen or so assassins had already vanished.

Assassins were generally skilled in Qinggong and concealment techniques, so it wasn’t easy to track them down once they decided to flee.

Moreover, Mo Huasong didn’t have the intention to pursue them further, to avoid any additional plications.

Out of over a hundred of them, only a dozen managed to escape. This could be considered a heavy loss. Their assassination organization was on the brink of collapse.

Su Weidong and the others ran over and seeing that Mo Huasong was unscathed, their worries dissipated.

Mo Huasong released Mu En. He had almost fully recovered.

After searching the area, Fat Dragon couldn’t help cursing, “Damn it, these guys are poor as hell! They didn’t have anything on them.”

Glancing over at the bodies, Mo Huasong said, “That’s how assassins are, they spend every penny they have, usually not carrying any valuables. Only their weapons are slightly better.”

With over a hundred bodies, they only managed to scrounge up a few million Spirit Stones.

However, their weapons and Spirit weapon Bolts were pretty decent.

Mo Huasong instructed Su Weidong and the others to pick them up. He could repurpose them in his spiritual weapon crafting, allowing him to create his own Spirit weapon Bolts.

This revelation excited Fat Dragon. He exclaimed eagerly, “Yeah, Brother Batian, create some Spirit weapon Bolts. In the future, whenever we encounter enemies, we can just launch them and obliterate our enemies.”

“Alright, I’ll craft some during our midday break.” Mo Huasong nodded in agreement.

Since their flying beasts were killed and the assassins’ flying beasts had also escaped, they had no choice but to activate their Qinggong and proceed to the nearby town, hoping to find an alternative source of transportation.

Having to use his own Qinggong again, Fat Dragon was not pleased. It was a far cry from cruising fortably on a flying beast like before. But the thought of feasting in the town lifted his spirits up again.

At noon, Mo Huasong and his panions stopped for a break.

After the fierce battle, they had sustained some injuries that needed proper recuperation.

So, they located a nearby forest and decided to rest there.

They changed into clean sets of clothes, practiced for an hour, then set about crafting the collected Spirit weapon Bolts, repurposing and refining them, before setting off again.

Fat Dragon was puzzled. “Why is the town so far away? It feels like we’ve been walking half a day already.”

“It’s just a far distance. The Cultivation Realm is vast. Sometimes, even after flying for days, you can’t find a small town”, Mo Huasong said with a laugh.

“Hey, Brother Batian, you seem to be quite familiar with the Cultivation Realm,” noted Fat Dragon, puzzled.

Mo Huasong gave Fat Dragon a sideways glance. “All you ever do is eat, you don’t take the time to properly gather information about the Cultivation Realm. In the end, the one to lose out will be you!”

“Ah well, I’m new here, so I’m not familiar with it. But soon, I’ll know. I predict that by this evening, we should reach the town,” Fat Dragon said cheerfully.

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