Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3460: The Assassin’s Intentions

The Patriarch’s face darkened like a storm.

”Under our watch?” he growled. ”During our tournament? During our banquet?”

”This is an insult to the entire Martial Fist King World,” another Transcendent expert said coldly.

”They are daring to slap all of us in the face.”

The Patriarch raised his hand slowly.

”You all know what to do.”

Immense power surged from his body.

HONG LONG

TREMBLE

The ground trembled.

SHUA

From beneath the city, a massive illusory palm rose into the sky. It was so large that it blotted out the stars.

The palm curved downward, forming a dome.

In a single breath, the entire city was sealed.

No one could leave.

No one could enter.

”Lock it down,” the Patriarch said, his voice echoing like law itself. ”Not even a fly leaves without my permission.”

Back on the lake, Meng Bai felt the pressure of the sealing formation settle.

He looked around in awe.

”They sealed the whole city...”

Xiao Yang smirked. ”Good. Now the rats cannot run.”

Xiao Ling’s breathing was weak now. Her eyes were filled with terror.

”You are dead anyway,” Xiao Yang said calmly. ”But before that, you will talk.” But all Xiao Ling heard were sharp and deadly hisses.

RIPPLE

Suddenly, the air twisted.

Lin Mu appeared on the deck like a god descending.

The moment he saw Meng Bai standing, alive, his aura wavered.

Then he exhaled slowly.

But when his eyes moved to Xiao Ling, they turned terrifyingly cold.

”Meng Bai,” Lin Mu said, his voice steady but heavy. ”Are you hurt?”

Meng Bai shook his head quickly. ”I’m fine, Master. Xiao Yin saved me.”

Lin Mu nodded slightly. Then he walked toward Xiao Ling.

Every step he took made her body shake harder, the aura radiating off him was simply terrifying.

He crouched in front of her and looked straight into her eyes.

”You will tell me everything,” Lin Mu said softly. ”Who sent you. Who helped you. And how many more like you are in this city.”

DRIP DRIP

Xiao Ling tried to laugh, but only blood came out.

”You... you think you can scare me?” she whispered.

Lin Mu raised his hand.

Space itself bent slightly around his fingers.

Xiao Ling screamed.

Not from pain yet, but from the terror of what was about to happen.

Far away, throughout the city, assassins who had been hiding felt something change.

They felt hunted.

They felt watched.

And for the first time since stepping into the Martial Fist King World, they understood one simple truth.

They had angered the wrong people.

And now, there would be no escape.

WHOOSH

After Lin Mu, Little Shrubby arrived first, crashing down beside the boat in a burst of heat and wind. His massive body shrank instantly into his smaller form, but the pressure he carried still made the lake churn.

THUD

CRACK

A heartbeat later, Cattaleya landed beside him, the wooden deck cracking under her feet.

Both of them took in the scene in a single glance.

Meng Bai standing pale but alive.

Xiao Yin and Xiao Yang coiled protectively around him.

The bodies of the other assassins lying dead.

Xiao Ling screaming in terror.

And Lin Mu standing calmly in front of her, his eyes burning with a fury so cold it made the air around him feel heavy.

Cattaleya opened her mouth to speak.

Then she saw Lin Mu’s eyes.

She closed her mouth again.

She had seen Lin Mu angry before. She had seen him serious, focused, even ruthless in battle.

But this was different. This was not battle intent. This was killing intent born from fear of loss.

Lin Mu slowly raised his hand and casually turned his fingers.

SHUA

The space around Xiao Ling’s leg twisted.

At first, nothing happened.

”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Then Xiao Ling screamed.

The space around her leg began to fold like soft cloth. Her flesh warped unnaturally, bones bending in ways that should not exist. Blood sprayed as the twisted space tore her apart not by force, but by erasing the idea that her leg was supposed to exist in one place.

The twisting continued.

Her screams grew hoarse.

Then her leg simply vanished.

Not cut.

Not torn.

Gone.

As if it had never existed.

Xiao Ling collapsed, shrieking, clutching at empty space where her leg had been.

Lin Mu looked down at her, expressionless.

”Tell me what I want,” he said coldly.

Xiao Ling shook violently. Her mouth opened, but only broken sobs came out. Terror had stolen even her ability to speak.

Lin Mu watched her for a moment.

Then he said quietly, ”Fine. If you will not speak, your soul will.”

Xiao Ling did not understand at first.

Then she saw his eyes change.

The golden fury faded.

In its place bloomed a deep, terrifying violet.

It was not human.

It was not kind.

It was the gaze of something that consumed.

Lin Mu began to chant.

His voice was low, steady, and filled with a rhythm that made even Cattaleya feel a chill crawl up her spine.

It was the Murdering Heart Sutra.

A sutra that did not just kill bodies.

It devoured souls.

A dark aura poured from Lin Mu, thick and heavy like ink spilling into water. The air darkened around him, and even the moonlight seemed to avoid that space.

Meng Bai had seen this before, but it still made his heart tremble.

Cattaleya watched closely, her brows slightly furrowed. She did not interrupt. She trusted Lin Mu enough to know that whatever he was doing, he had a reason.

Xiao Ling’s eyes widened.

She tried to crawl away, dragging her ruined body across the deck with the one leg she had left, leaving a trail of blood.

But she did not get far and her body suddenly went limp.

A faint white wisp drifted out from her chest.

Her soul.

Lin Mu inhaled gently.

The wisp flew into his mouth.

Xiao Ling’s body collapsed lifelessly.

But Lin Mu did not stop.