Chapter 26 When did Martial Saint Realm experts become so worthless?
"Ah——!!"
The intense pain forced a shrill, agonizing scream from Wang Chi.
But what left him even more despairing than the physical pain was the endless emptiness and fear of having his cultivation crippled!
After finishing all this, "Butler Hua Pu" didn't even spare a glance at Wang Chi, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.
He pulled out a black token engraved with a fierce Asura head and tossed it casually onto the floor of the cultivation chamber.
Then, he grabbed Wang Chi by the collar, lifting him as if he were a chick.
The next moment, both their figures vanished from the spot instantly.
Leaving behind only the Asura Token, which lay quietly on the floor emanating a chilling aura, and the open, empty cultivation chamber.
...
The same scene was playing out across various places in the Barren Sand Sea.
Whether it was a heavily guarded City Lord's Mansion.
Or a bandit den filled with murderous intent.
Or a secluded place of ascetic practice.
These forty-two assassination missions were personally hand-picked by Ye Haocheng from hundreds of thousands of requests.
Without exception, the cultivation of every assassination target had reached the Martial Emperor Realm!
As for why he hadn't chosen targets in the Martial Saint Realm, it wasn't because Ye Haocheng didn't want to.
It was simply because, among all the missions received on the first day, there were no requests to assassinate Martial Saint Realm experts.
Clearly, the cultivators of the Eastern Continent still harbored a considerable degree of skepticism regarding the strength of this newly emerged "Asura Hall".
They dared not, and would not, easily issue assassination missions targeting Martial Saint Realm experts.
Because, once even the slightest bit of information leaked, it would be a fatal, devastating blow to them!
As for why he didn't kill Wang Chi and the others on the spot, that was also Ye Haocheng's order.
He had instructed all Asura Hall members on missions to ensure they brought the targets back alive after crippling their cultivation.
He wanted to do it himself.
After all, these were bona fide Martial Emperor Realm experts who could lord over others in a place like the Barren Sand Sea!
Each of them must possess a considerable level of Luck!
How could Ye Haocheng possibly waste these Luck points that had been delivered right to his doorstep?
...
The Asura Hall member, disguised as "Butler Hua Pu", left Canglang City with Wang Chi, who was like a dead dog with his cultivation crippled.
After reaching an uninhabited area, the muscles and bones in his body made a series of "cracking" sounds again.
Soon, he shed his disguise, reverting to his original appearance: dressed in black with a wooden mask on his face.
Dragging Wang Chi, he flashed his figure and vanished into the vast yellow sands.
When Wang Chi's vision cleared, he discovered that he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar place.
Before him stood a black palace, magnificent, ancient, and filled with an endless aura of slaughter—a structure that defied description!
This palace stood quietly in the depths of this barren desert like an ancient beast lurking between heaven and earth.
An indescribable chill suddenly shot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown!
It made his entire being tremble!
He had been in the Barren Sand Sea for over twenty years.
He considered himself to know every corner of this land like the back of his hand.
Yet, he had never heard of, nor had he ever seen, such a terrifying palace hidden in the depths of the Barren Sand Sea!
Was this the headquarters of the Asura Hall?!
Just as Wang Chi was in shock, the Asura Hall member grabbed him and tossed him into the first hall of that magnificent palace as if he were trash.
Gloomy, profound, and cold.
That was Wang Chi's first impression of the great hall.
When he struggled to lift his head from the ground, he was shocked to find more than forty other figures lying scattered around him, dressed in various clothes but all with equally withered auras!
Among them, there were quite a few he actually recognized!
"Black Wind Bandit Chief, Zhao Wuji?"
"Blood Blade Sect Leader, Qing Cangli?"
"And the 'Desert North Mad Shark' Sha Tongtian?!"
A monstrous wave surged in Wang Chi's heart!
These people, just like him, were all renowned and infamous Martial Emperor Realm experts in the Barren Sand Sea!
Yet now, these once arrogant powerhouses who could make a region tremble with a stomp of their feet had all been crippled and thrown onto this cold ground like dead dogs!
Furthermore, what made Wang Chi even more shocked and terrified was that the masked Martial Saint Realm expert who had captured him was now standing quietly on the right side of the hall like a javelin.
And he wasn't the only one!
Over there, there stood other figures wearing the same attire and the same mask!
Exactly forty-two of them!
Each and every one of them emitted that terrifying aura belonging to Martial Saint Realm experts, which made his soul tremble!
What did this mean?!
This mysterious Asura Hall actually possessed more than forty Martial Saint Realm supreme experts?!
Clearly, Wang Chi wasn't the only one to realize this.
The other captured Martial Emperor Realm experts, upon seeing this scene, had realized it too!
Their faces were all filled with expressions of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight!
Since when had Martial Saint Realm experts become so worthless?!
To have so many appear all at once!
This simply shattered everyone's perception!
Could this so-called "Asura Hall" be a disguise used by one of the peerless sects from the Thirteen Dynasties of the Eastern Continent that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years?
Only those peerless sects with Martial Venerable Realm experts guarding them could possibly possess so many Martial Saint Realm experts!
Aside from that, they really couldn't think of any other possibility!
Just as Wang Chi and the others were reeling in shock, a slightly slender yet straight-as-a-pine figure walked out slowly from the back of the hall with an unhurried pace.
He was a seemingly very young man.
His face was handsome, his temperament indifferent.
Just like that, under everyone's gaze, he walked step by step to the throne at the very top of the hall—a throne cast from ten-thousand-year cold iron, symbolizing supreme power.
Then, he sat down slowly!
The moment he sat down!
The forty-two Asura Hall members on the right side of the hall, whose auras were as terrifying as an abyss, saw the man, and their eyes hidden behind the masks simultaneously revealed a burning, fanatical expression, like believers looking up to a deity!
In perfect unison, they knelt on one knee toward the man on the throne, performing a supreme salute!
Their voices, filled with respect and fanaticism, converged into a torrent that exploded within the hall!
"Greetings, Master!!"
Master?!
Wang Chi and the others' pupils dilated to the limit!
Their mouths involuntarily hung wide open, enough to fit a duck egg!
They looked in disbelief at the young man with the indifferent expression on the throne.
Although they had lost their cultivation, their discernment was still there.
The aura fluctuations on the young man on the throne were at most in the Martial Evolution Realm?!
Yet he was actually the master of this group of forty-two Martial Saint Realm experts?!
For a moment, Wang Chi and the others felt that all their perceptions had been completely overturned at this very moment!
Crushed into pieces!