In the biggest, most luxurious mansion of Cresa.

"Did i hear you right? The man's eyes shone golden for a brief second and then it turned pure black in the next?!" Zhao Qiu asked in disbelief.

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"Yes, Master! I saw it with my own eyes and there were many of us who witnessed what had happened to Chief Fan Ru. He was defenseless against that boy.

The Chief could not even take one hit and he died... just like that." An assassin garbed in all black reported.

This person was one of the assassins earlier who fled from the scene immediately after they saw the wretched fate of Fan Ru.

They watched the whole thing happen at the high vantage point afforded by the castle walls and though they were not aware of some of the discussion that occurred below, the fact that Fan Ru was indeed dead and could not be anymore dead was a permanent truth that every assassin could testify in certain.

'That is impossible! Fan Ru was already at the 5th stage of Foundation Establishment Realm! The one that could kill him that easily was perhaps only an expert of 6th stage or higher. But those golden eyes.

It could only mean...' Zhao Qiu did not have to finish his thoughts because there was only a single compulsion in his mind right now. And that was to escape from here. Fast!

"Chief Yu and Chief Geng are already outside awaiting for your orders."

"What are we going to do now, Master?"

"Do we lure an ambush for the enemy and use our numbers to take him down?" the good assassin asked when he saw that his master was still deep in thought after 10 breaths.

Alas, not a half breath later, the nameless assassin found himself empty of company already.

"Master?" the poor masked assassin looked around, bewildered as if asking himself what the hell just happened in here.

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"ESCAPE!" Zhao Qiu had only this wish in his mind right now. A Golden Core Expert wouldn't have come unless he was out here for blood and nothing more.

'How did we even offend this monster in our midst?'

'Did my boys take a job that might have harmed the interest of that Senior?' Zhao Qiu shook his head because the answers to this mystery did not matter at this moment.

And so Zhao Qiu also did not waste any time but flew directly into the open night sky.

He saw that some of his subordinate assassins who were all at the Foundation Establishment Realm also had the same plans as him. They flew away from battle to see yet another day of life.

Amongst them were a few Mortal Shedding Realm Assassins that rode flying magical beasts to safety.

'I have indeed trained smart men. We will survive this, my boys. And grow even stronger after tonight's retreat!'

The Founder of the League of Assassins smiled proudly at this select few who were wise enough to know the real deal of the matter.

Of course he could not say this fact to those brave men and women who remained oblivious to this truth.

Because if he did, there would be no one else down there to face the wrath of one angry Golden Core Expert. Zhao Qiu was too cunning to let his emotions control his decisions in life.

Especially tonight when he needed every bit of body he could throw between him and that unknown Senior.

"I'm sorry. I swear that i will have to light some candles and say a bit of prayer for all of you." Zhao Qiu muttered as he chose to overtake his cowardly disciples in the air.

There were at least 200 hundred flying assassins on the way to freedom.

These collections of killers were fast but in comparison to the one and true Leader of the League of Shadow Assassins, they were akin to a crawling turtle in speed.

"WHOOSH!" A barely discernible figure ate the far distances of the horizon in an instant, leaving behind the convoy of assassins who were also traveling amongst the thick clouds already.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Assassin Leader Zhao Qiu was already so ready to celebrate his narrow escape at this moment until an agonizing scream put a stamp to his wishful expectation.

"What...?" Zhao Qiu looked back and found out quickly that the sky was already empty of any man, woman, or beast. His instincts were shouting at him to go. NOW!

Zhao Qiu was a master assassin by profession so when this thing happened he did not waste any more time but instead continued to move even faster away from this cursed place of doom.

"I can still survive this!" The League Founder said to himself.

"CRUNCH!" a tearing sound visited the scene and a breath later, Zhao Qiu witnessed that the world rotated over and over in his eyes. A single head falling towards the abyss.

'How...?' This was his last thoughts before he could not anymore see anything but endless darkness.

Thus, ended the life of the Master of the League of Shadow Assassins who has already lived for more than a thousand years already. A master at the 9th stage of Foundation Establishment Realm.

He died without even meeting our bored gamer face to face. A sad fate indeed!

* * *

The mission went on without a hitch. Thirty minutes elapsed and Clark found himself relaxing in a large hall that was filled with the aesthetic beauty of mortals.

All kinds of gold and intricate weaving of designs appeared on the place and he remembered that this place looked a lot similar to the one in the palatial contract of the Ning Family.

'Hmmm... It's indeed worthwhile to look at and possess good things like these. If I have my own castle one day, I doubt that I could refuse these lovely pleasures also.'

'Nah... I'm going to hire the best architect there is and make my domain the best to ever exist in this xianxia world! That much I will do before I return to my home planet.'

Clark fantasized contentedly on his seat.

He was pretty happy, all things considered, as he enjoyed this epic victory with legs raised on a chair and his hands gently cradling his head in a true pose of easy relaxation.

"Ahhh... This much idling is good for the heart!" Clark closed his eyes and thought of pleasant things. He stayed that way for a few more minutes before his wait finally ended with the arrival of his undead servant.

"Is it done, Tan Zan?" Clark asked when he felt a presence materialized before him. He then opened his eyes and gazed quite cheerfully at his eternal attendant.

"Yes, master. The populace has already been pacified and the looting was also quenched with minimal bloodshed." Tan Zan answered.

"You have done well, Tan Zan. Good work!" Clark praised his recent summon. From start to finish, he did not raise any of his fingers and just satisfied himself by sitting at this golden throne.

Clark had let Tan Zan suppress the entire city with only the help of a few Nimble Kun Peng. With how strong those flying fishes were, Clark never doubted the result of tonight's battle.

"It is my heart's wish to serve you master! I deserve no thanks for doing this sacred duty!" Tan Zan bowed deeply to show the sincerity behind his words.

Upon seeing this, Clark nodded in approval.

"Is the leader of the guild dead, Nancy?" Clark asked openly. There were no other people in here but Clark and Tan Zan alone so there was really no need for privacy at all.

"Affirmative, host. The man named Zhao Qiu, Esteemed Founder of the League of Shadow Assassins, has already been terminated." Nancy replied.

"Good. Let me see him."

"BOINK!" A decapitated head dropped on the floor without suspense. The pitiful head did not roll to the left or right but just stayed there akin to an immovable furniture to where it was discarded.

"An old man once again! It seems that everywhere I go, all I see are just old men and women as my enemies." Clark moaned in disappointment.

"Corpse Reincarnation!" Clark muttered one of his favorite spells thus far. Black smoke settled on the head and it blossomed into a new body in a few breaths. Bones and flesh was born one after another.

Neck, shoulders, arms, a torso, legs and hands until an aged man stood in front of Clark in a stance full of respect.

This newly arisen man was garbed in golden robes which was embroidered with sexy patterns of snakes in different forms and shapes.

Clark noted the great designs with interest because of all the assassins he'd killed so far, only this man had worn a contrary attire from the rest.

Where others before took unmarked black robes, this one's attire was filled with pride and class. Being strong really has its special perks also, the good gamer concluded.

"Are you Zhao Qiu? The Master of Assassins and the City of Cresa?" Clark asked.

"Yes, I am, master." Zhao Qiu confirmed.

"Tell me, Zhao Qiu. Do you want to rule this city once more?"