Fallen Devil: The Resurrection of the God of Death
Little Problem

Lin Xuan glanced to the side. He could see someone in Assassin clothes walking slowly towards him while pulling the weapon he had. Lin Xuan seemed to be relaxed as well, although he knew that the person from the assassin was a third-star Nascent Soul.

“Lucky I came alone and accidentally found you. Because I should have been assigned to one of my colleagues. But no problem, just think of it as luck to you.” Say the assassin casually.

“If I were you, I wouldn't waste that easy chance. But you look so stupid.” Replied Lin Xuan who was on standby as he touched his tattoo and glanced towards the right.

“Give up, then you will not feel what is called a pain.” Her speech. However, he felt that something was strange, he looked at Lin Xuan intently that he was unable to see what his cultivation realm was. The information obtained lately was that Lin Xuan was a third-star Core Formation cultivator.

After all it was impossible for a cultivator to rise the realm drastically for four days. So he was convinced, that whatever means Lin Xuan used to conceal his cultivation was just to bluff, did not change the fact to him that Lin Xuan was still a three-star Core Formation.

But that fact is a big mistake.

“You talk too much.”

Lin Xuan drew the century-old sword of death, in an instant, his unpredictable footsteps suddenly appeared before the hitman in a death wink. His face also looked very cold, as if it gave rise to such an incredible horror.

The assassin was truly shocked. His eyes were wide open as if he could not believe what he was seeing. However, there was no time to dodge, other than in another way that raised his sword reflexively towards Lin Xuan.

Klang Klang!

The sound of the sword's thump rang out three times as the iron fringe of them reflected off and instantly they pulled out to hit another field. Yet strange enough to call Lin Xuan's sword an iron, the strongest metal the Byakko said should not be reflected that easily.

Indeed, the reflected one was only a sword belonging to a hitman with a vibration capable of propagating into the bones. It was fortunate that Lin Xuan wasn't too serious about swinging it or else the enemy's sword would break.

Just a warning, that Lin Xuan whose cultivation was much lower, could still bully those hitmen who were in the Nascent Soul realm.

“Sial, the power of his sword. It made my hand instantly limp and tremble violently. Is he really a Core Formation!” His inner.

Seeing that, Lin Xuan then retreated for a moment to take a distance so that he would more freely expend his abilities. Only then, when it feels there is enough distance for the swing

“Vermillion sword slash!”

Seeing an approaching danger, the assassin gritted his teeth. Then he retreated while taking out an energy shield to withstand the attack given by Lin Xuan.

Unfortunately, Lin Xuan's attack was simply too great. The vermillion flame was also too strong which precisely burned its energy shield. Thus making the hitman almost lose his hand if he did not release the energy shield in time.

It was fortunate for him to be able to dodge in time anyway, which he then swung the sword into the air until it gave rise to the red-coloured crescent moon which he pointed at Lin Xuan.

“Sea of death!”

Unlike Lin Xuan, the assassin was precisely thrown backwards with a horizontal wound on his stomach. Maybe if there was no style that he had just released, he was very sure that his body had actually been split into two parts.

“It's quite easy, just tell me who told you then I won't kill you at all now.”

“Hahaha, looks like you never saw how a hit man works. If they're desperate, then they'll choose to die instead of having to say who told me to. We work professionally.”

“Sial, he is not a three-star core formation cultivator. All moves issued are high-level moves that cannot be learned easily. Strength has just been expended only a few percent because he deliberately kept me from being killed.” His inner.

“If so, then you will continue to face pain.” Said Lin Xuan with such a cold gaze. Then, he raised his hand forward, while saying softly, “Straight of a thousand swords!”

Thousands of swords suddenly appeared behind Lin Xuan with almost all of them burning like flames. Even the fire light from the thousands of swords, made the back of Lin Xuan, and Lin Xuan's shadow on the ground also formed enormously.

“What, how can that move ...”

Not yet the man finished his words, all the swords were moving towards him. So that he reflexively raised his left hand to provide protection. While in his right hand, he held his sword tightly while dispelling all the swords with his ability that could be said to be very fast.

Unfortunately every inch of his body was hit by the scratches of one of the thousand swords that moved past him. It was because he was completely unable to dispel those thousands of swords alone.

Even when the swords hit the shield, the assassin was pushed backwards so he did not focus on playing his sword. So he suffered a very heavy wound that his cover clothes almost torn and showed his identity.

“You, you're not human!”

“In short, sir, if you think I'm not human, then never go after me. But it's too late to realize it. Tell me who told you to do this?” Said Lin Xuan with a step closer.

“Fuck!” The assassin then raised his sword. Not to attack Lin Xuan, but rather he wanted to stab his stomach and commit suicide because he was working professionally.

Lin Xuan who saw that, he immediately moved very quickly to keep his enemy from committing suicide. Thus, he intended to reach for his enemy's sword using his hand.

It turns out it was just a tactic. The assassin instantly took out a stance from a very close distance as Lin Xuan approached without such a cue. Behind the cover of his face, he could only smile and assume that Lin Xuan was such a fool.

And, it didn't seem as smooth as what the hit man thought. Lin Xuan changed his intention not only to reach for the assassin sword. But he also directly slashed his sword vertically from such a close distance. Thus, a left hand separated from his arm, interspersed with deep red blood that poured out to give a terrible impression.

Holding the sword from the assassin's right hand, Lin Xuan twisted his own body until he was behind his opponent. Plus, he moved the person's right hand right in front of his neck.

“This is the last chance.”