"Are you the Bloodring Assassin's Guild?" Xue Ren finally said something, though his face was still barely visible beneath his hoodie.
"What's it to ya, ha!?" The first Assassin from earlier unleashed a fraction of his Foundation Establishment Realm aura, scaring off any nearby pedestrians. "If you know what's good for ya, you'll turn around right now and be on your merry way."
Silence…
"Are you deaf or something, brat!?" the Assassin snarled. "We don't provide our services to poor little shits like you, so fuck right the hell off and return to suckling on your mommy's teets—..."
SHING!
|Fireball Sword|
Without saying a single word, Xue Ren bounced between all of the Assassins gathered outside the large building. Their bodies were diced up into dozens of different pieces, disbelief etched across split-open faces.
"This is the place," Xue Ren emotionlessly said as he swung his |Fireball Sword| around, burning up any blood before it could taint his appearance. "There's a powerful presence nearby."
He could sense it.
In the furthest ends of this building, there was a Golden Core Realm Cultivator. And from how divided the aura felt, there were likely multiple huddled in the same place.
"Voluntarily putting myself in tight quarters combat could prove to be very disadvantageous," said Xue Ren as he backed a few dozen meters away from the building. "It's better if I kill all the weaker ones at once, smoking out the strong."
|Giant Fireball|
"Go," Xue Ren commanded. "Burn it all."
BOOOOM!
The first explosion destroyed the whole front area of the Bloodring Hideout, alerting everyone inside. However, before they could come swarming out like ants in an anthill, Xue Ren's eyes coldly flashed.
|Giant Fireball|
|Giant Fireball|
|Giant Fireball|
|Giant….|
After more than 20 |Giant Fireballs| had been fired in quick succession, barely anything was left of the Bloodring Hideout. Most of the Assassins had perished in those short couple of seconds as well, causing three huge eruptions of aura to burst out of the devastation.
"Who dares attack the Bloodring Assassins!?" a shout reverberated, followed by the appearance of three flying old men. "Do you have a death wish!??"
Xue Ren coldly looked up at the Golden Core Realm Cultivators. The |Fireball Sword| at his side extended by several meters, its crimson tongue of flames melting the surroundings without even touching anything.
"What sort of trash are you!?" the leading Golden Core Realm Assassin snickered. "Is that a variation of possibly the weakest spell in history?? Seriously, Fireball?? Are you taking us for a joke!??"
OOOM!
Their oppressive auras cleared out the debris. However, even though they wanted this move of theirs to bring the attacker to his knees, he barely flinched. Moreover, his flame sword only grew brighter.
"Tsk!" The leading Golden Core Realm Assassin brandished a long silver sword, its edges cutting the air with ease. "You're the one who asked for this, trash. If you want someone to blame in the afterlife, then blame yourself for being so foolish!"
With precise and well-executed footwork, the leading Golden Core Realm Assassin flashed forward. His sword was already raised high to the heavens when he made it in front of Xue Ren, and with one slash, he cut straight through the boy, sliding to a stop a few feet behind him.
"The trashiest skill was never going to help you no matter how much you trained it, you fool." The Assassin sheathed his sword, his victory all but assured in his mind. "Trash is trash—..."
SHA!
"Huh!?" The Assassin started, unable to dodge in time. "That was an afterimage!?? But how—"
Cross-slashing with a wave of flames, Xue Ren turned on his heel. Behind him, that Golden Core Realm Assassin was slashed vertically in both directions. Four different chunks of him slid off one another before being incinerated by a blazing inferno.
"You were slow," Xue Ren uttered coldly while staring at the two stunned Golden Core Realm Experts above. "And your sword technique was mediocre."
"Y-YOU!!!" The remaining two Assassins were torn between anger and confusion. "Just who in the hell are you!??"
Xue Ren met their shocked eyes with a gaze so cold that it negated the immense heat permeating around him.
"I'm just a nobody," he said as his |Fireball Sword| burned even hotter. "A nobody with the weakest skill in existence. A nobody who'll be taking your worthless lives this day."
"!!!" "!!!"
The Golden Core Realm Assassins felt an extreme chill.
"D-Do you not know who we are!?" one of them shouted, flailing his arms. "We are High-Executives of the Bloodring Assassins…! If something were to happen to us, then the Vice Guild Leaders and Guild Leader would never spare you—...."
SPURT!
"I don't care," said Xue Ren, holding within his fire-engulfed hands a Golden Core. "Even the color of your Core is dull and pathetic. What—"
CRACK—!
"Garbage."
Golden Core shattered!
Dao Foundations shook!
*Kuk! Kuk!*
Coughing up large amounts of blood, the Assassin realized that his cultivation was rapidly declining. Moreover, his lifeforce was being drained at a rate that would leave him as a shriveled-up corpse in mere moments.
"YOU…!! FUCKING BASTA—"
SHING! SHING! SHING!
With a frosty expression, Xue Ren finished off that Golden Core Realm Assassin.
His deathly gaze then shifted toward the last remaining survivor.
"D-Don't you come near me—"
*Fwoooop!*
In the blink of an eye, Xue Ren phased past the final Assassin. His life had already reached its grand finale, doing so in a big firework of charred guts.
As Xue Ren indifferently walked away from the destroyed building with all the most valuable loot, the Enforcement Officers of Star Bearer City arrived on the scene. They flew in on Flying Swords, numbering over two dozen.