King of Assassins

The implication from the boss is that as long as it’s not Level 10, she seems to be able to win effortlessly.

Even though he is somewhat doubtful, he dares not ask any more questions. A Level 9 modified person is not worth mentioning in her eyes, what kind of person is their boss?

However, the boss’s confidence gives the Poison a bit more reassurance.

Poison and Purple follow the battle traces upward, encountering various corpses along the way.

These corpses show almost no signs of combat, they were killed as soon as they encountered someone.

The higher they went, the fewer corpses there were; those unafraid to die must have been killed. The remaining people dared not fight anymore.

Poison noticed along the way that some rooms might be hiding a lot of people. But he ignored them.

Encountering a strong opponent you can’t beat and hiding isn’t necessarily shameful. These people have been scared to death; calling them out wouldn’t do any good.

Besides, Purple detests worthless trash. Bringing these people along would only upset the boss.

Poison continues upward with Purple, discovering the corpse of Old Liu Fei Bao on the twentieth floor. A paper-thin flying saber is lodged in his brow, completely embedded in the skull.

Perhaps the flying saber was too fast, there wasn’t much blood from Fei Bao’s brow. His expression looked a bit ferocious. Poison reached out and closed Fei Bao’s open eyes.

Fei Bao should have hurried here from outside; he was especially fast, skilled in leaping and jumping, ambushing Gao Xuan from a distance, only to be killed by Gao Xuan with a flying saber. Fei Bao must have been caught off guard and died in a very unsatisfactory manner.

"He can use a flying saber too?"

Purple glanced at Fei Bao’s corpse, a hint of puzzlement crossing her face.

Poison thought for a moment and said, "This flying saber probably came from Su Fei. It was launched using a special ejection device. I just didn’t expect it to be so powerful."

Looking from Fei Bao’s position, he guarded the entrance to ambush Gao Xuan, at least sixty meters away from Gao Xuan.

For the paper-thin flying saber to be thrown so far, it’s truly beyond imagination.

"There’s also a Thunderbolt Power infused into this."

Purple thought for a moment and said, "To manipulate extraordinary power so finely, this person really can’t be underestimated."

Though she said that, Purple didn’t care much. Given her Martial Arts Swordsmanship, as long as the power gap isn’t too big, she couldn’t possibly lose.

Poison said nothing, his expression grave. Old Seven, Old Six, Old Wu, and Old Three are all dead. Even without much brotherly affection, his mood is bad at this point.

Even if they kill Gao Xuan this time, Purple Rose has suffered heavy losses. Surrounding gangs seeing an opportunity will inevitably trigger another series of fierce battles.

The boss will be fine, but Poison doesn’t dare say he can laugh until the end.

Gang fights are often simple and brutal. One misstep, and it could all end at the scene.

Moreover, he has no idea how to deal with this Gao Xuan...

Poison’s mood worsens as he continues upwards. By the time he and Purple reach the rooftop, they see Gao Xuan gazing into the distance at the edge of the rooftop, holding a sword.

Gao Xuan’s gray-white casual attire fits him well, making him look tall and imposing. The terrifying part is that Poison doesn’t see even a speck of blood on Gao Xuan.

Having killed so many people, Gao Xuan remains spotless. Such control is utterly terrifying.

At this moment, the sun is setting, the afterglow enveloping Gao Xuan in a subtle red hue, infusing his silhouette with an indescribable sense of grandeur.

Gao Xuan senses someone behind and slowly turns around to greet them, only to spot Purple at once.

Through the silver sunglasses, Gao Xuan can only see the reflection of the blood-red sunset, unable to see Purple’s eyes.

But, Purple is a beauty, her smoking habit exudes a lazy elegance. The key is that Purple’s appearance and demeanor exhibit an overall state, being highly alluring and strangely familiar to Gao Xuan.

"Very much in line with my striking style..."

Gao Xuan immediately picks up on that familiar vibe, resembling him quite a bit.

Gao Xuan adjusts the Celestial Dragon Eye but can’t see through those sunglasses.

In this world, the Celestial Dragon Eye has too many restrictions. Besides, those sunglasses are a type of special optical device.

However, not seeing the eyes doesn’t matter. The details observed on the surface with the Celestial Dragon Eye are already enough.

The woman opposite doesn’t appear tense, yet her muscles adjust systematically, and her skeletal structure remains stable and full of potential. This kind of extraordinary control over her body reveals her high level of Martial Arts Cultivation.

In this world, martial arts is just a form of combat skills; no one studies the Dao within.

This woman’s control over physical strength is nearly perfect. It’s only nearly because he’s at such a high level himself to notice some slight imperfections in her control.

The technological modification of this era is quite advanced, yet it cannot achieve such precise bodily control. Moreover, there are no modification traces on her body.

On another note, Gao Xuan also senses a faint familiar scent on the divine soul level.

Due to demons’ spiritual contamination across the entire star system’s humanity, Yun Qingshang’s transmigrated divine soul is also somewhat affected. The key is that Yun Qingshang’s soul memory is certainly hidden deep within the Divine Soul Origin.

Unless one delves deep into her divine soul, Gao Xuan finds it difficult to easily judge anything from the external Divine Soul State.

Though many aspects can’t be confirmed, overall, this woman has at least a 70-80% chance of being Yun Qingshang’s transmigrated body.

The remaining 20-30% can be determined through other methods. It just requires a bit of time.

Gao Xuan didn’t expect to find the target so easily, which lightens his mood. He grins broadly at Purple.

The sunset was like blood, the afterglow thick, yet it couldn’t compete with Gao Xuan’s radiant smile.

Gao Xuan’s heartfelt joy leaves Poison somewhat baffled.

Purple is also puzzled, "Why are you smiling so happily?"

"Hahaha, seeing an old friend naturally makes me happy."

Gao Xuan bursts into laughter, "Brother, don’t you remember me, I’m Gao Xuan!"

Purple frowns slightly. She doesn’t recall such a friend, nor does she understand what his demeanor signifies.

"Madness."

Purple mutters, the Cyan Radiance Sword in her hand unsheathing, the cyan sword edge transforming into a striking Sword Light, stabbing directly at Gao Xuan’s heart.

Standing behind, Poison feels a sudden burst of brightness, a streak of cyan Sword Light cleaving through the empty air, seemingly splitting the bloody setting sun into two under its glow.

In an instant, Poison’s breath hitches, his spirit wholly captivated by that Sword Light.