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Inside the building, the lights shone brightly as Punishment and Evil were meticulously arranging their subordinates. However, they did not anticipate that the Grim Reaper had already arrived silently.
Fu Jian moved like a ghost, effortlessly traversing the rooftop of the tavern and directly entering the VIP room where Punishment and Evil were located. His eyes sparkled like cold stars, peering through the gaps of the Judge's Mask, coldly observing the two below.
Punishment and Evil were engaged in a hushed conversation when suddenly a chilling sensation enveloped them. They looked up to find Fu Jian hovering in mid-air, the Book of Life and Death gently flipping in his hands, as if pronouncing their fate.
"Judge, why are you here? We have no grievances with you!" Punishment shouted loudly, attempting to buy time and search for a flaw.
Fu Jian let out a cold laugh. He remained silent, his figure flickering before he appeared like a specter right in front of Punishment.
Punishment was taken aback and hastily swung his fist to strike, but Fu Jian easily dodged, and with a swift motion, a blade grazed across Punishment's chest, leaving a deep crimson mark.
Evil's face was filled with terror; his corpulent body involuntarily recoiled, knocking over a chair behind him. "Lord Judge, spare us! We only inherited this family business from our elders; we never intended to betray Difu!"
Fu Jian sneered, his voice low and chilling. "Inherit a family business? Since you have taken on this name, since your names are inscribed in the Book of Life and Death, you are alive as Difu people and dead as Difu ghosts. Did you really think that Difu would never come knocking at your door?"
"After a thousand years have passed, do you truly believe that the once fearsome Difu has vanished?"
"The King of Hell demands your death at midnight; who dares to let you live until dawn?"
Seeing the situation unfold, Punishment's eyes flashed with determination. He knew pleading for mercy was futile; he might as well fight to the death. In an instant, he transformed into a shadow and lunged at Fu Jian, brandishing a sharp dagger aimed directly at Fu Jian's heart.
Yet Fu Jian merely smiled disdainfully; he did not move. With a slight flick of his right hand, light flashed from the Book of Life and Death. An invisible barrier instantly repelled Punishment, stopping the dagger just inches from Fu Jian's chest as if halted by an unseen force.
"Hmph! You think mere mortal techniques can harm me?" Fu Jian's voice trailed off.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a black light enveloped Evil—this was Difu's unique technique: Underworld Lock. Evil felt an intense pressure all over his body as if bound by invisible chains, rendering him immobile.
With a subtle motion of his blade, Fu Jian drew a deep gash across Evil's throat. Evil’s eyes widened in shock as he stared unblinking into eternity.
"Want to escape? It won't be that easy." With a swift movement, Fu Jian was before Evil again. His fingers pointed like swords; with a light sweep, a sharp wind blade sliced through the air silently, cutting open Evil's throat.
Evil's eyes bulged wide as blood gushed from his neck. He clutched at his wound with both hands, but it was futile; the life force rapidly drained away.
Knowing that he could not escape death, the Punisher let out a furious roar and charged at Fu Jian with all his might, attempting one last struggle. However, Fu Jian merely smiled disdainfully. With a gentle twist of the blade in his hand, it transformed into a sharp arc of light, instantly cleaving the Punisher in two.
The battle ended so cleanly that it felt like a mere dream. Fu Jian stood in place, watching the fallen bodies of the Punisher and Evil without a flicker of emotion in his heart. He gently stroked the Book of Life and Death in his hand, where two names were marked with red crosses.
Donning the Judge's Mask, he emerged like a ghost once more, continuing his journey of slaughter. Inside the tavern, the bodies of the Punisher and Evil lay quietly on the ground, their eyes still reflecting fear and confusion at death.
Days passed, and after leaving, Fu Jian continued to seek out targets to kill. One day, having just slain a small assassin in the city, he happened upon a tavern and decided to go in for something to eat. Sitting in a corner of the tavern, Fu Jian quietly savored his drink.
After a millennium, it had been a long time since he had tasted alcohol. His gaze was cold as he observed his surroundings. The tavern was filled with the murmur of patrons discussing various strange occurrences that had recently taken place in Xianyuan Shengzhou, their words laced with fear and confusion.
"Have you heard? Recently, all sorts of major incidents have happened among the sects. Those powerful Ancestors seem to have been targeted by death itself; they vanish without a trace," one patron whispered conspiratorially.
Another patron nodded in agreement, fear glimmering in his eyes. "Yes, I've heard too! That assassin is incredibly skilled—his strikes are clean and leave no trace behind."
"Some say it's beyond what a human could do; it must be demons or monsters at work," another chimed in.
"Hmph, demons and monsters? I think those Ancestors have done too much evil in their lives and are finally facing divine retribution," a seemingly righteous patron said indignantly.
Fu Jian's interest was piqued by their conversation. He perked up his ears to listen more closely when he heard someone else speak again.
"But it can't be said that way! I heard that when that assassin killed the leader of Xing Shen Sect, that leader had summoned divine protection—his power was terrifying."
"And yet? He was still taken down by that assassin! Moreover, some say that assassin is accompanied by Four People and One Dog—mysterious in their movements and ruthless in their strikes."
"Four People and One Dog? Aren't those four beings not even human? They're all Chimeras—demons and monsters?" one patron asked curiously, drawing intrigued glances from those around him.
"Yes, who knows what’s going on? It doesn’t seem human," Fu Jian murmured, feeling a sense of familiarity. His gaze flickered in the dim light of the tavern.
He gently caressed the wine glass in his hand, his thoughts drifting back to those turbulent years a thousand years ago. When the King of Hell vanished, it felt as if a massive rift had been torn open in Difu, with chaos and panic surging like a tidal wave.
The Ten Kings of Hell, those who had once fought alongside the King of Hell and possessed comparable strength, began to vie for power. It was a time of utter turmoil. In a single night, all but Yama King were slain; this event sent shockwaves throughout Difu and even across Xianyuan Shengzhou at that time.
It was then that everyone realized the King of Hell was the true ruler of Difu. His disappearance signified the collapse of the power structure in Difu. The culprits behind this upheaval were said to be the legendary five men and one dog.
They were feared by other assassins and referred to as the Six Paths. Wherever the Six Paths appeared, it was always accompanied by endless slaughter and destruction. Their strength was unfathomable, as if they emerged from the depths of You Ming, reaping powerful lives one after another.
As Fu Jian contemplated this, his brow furrowed involuntarily. With the emergence of the Six Paths, things were indeed no longer simple.
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