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The attendees of this banquet included not only the elite British Supernaturals guarding the Ranpelrouge Sisters but also Supernatural Teachers from Heavenly Lotus Academy.

Among these teachers, nearly half were from the Tactical Bureau, the Yangtze Troops, and the Yellow River Troops. Almost all of them had experience battling Demons and Ghosts, having been tempered by life-and-death situations!

When the attack occurred, everyone reacted swiftly!

The first to respond was undoubtedly Third-turn Cultivator Bai Ji, who slightly shifted his body to protect the three Female Cultivators with whom he was conversing. He stomped his left foot heavily, and the Glacier River erupted from beneath his feet. Like a massive waterfall, it surged directly toward the banquet hall's entrance, blocking the assassins' initial barrage of bullets!

The Strange Creature wielding a gigantic paintbrush twirled it, its snow-white bristles suddenly staining with pitch-black ink. He neither dodged nor evaded, lightly touching the Glacier River as if adding the finishing touch to a dragon painting!

The blue-white Glacier River was instantly tainted black and shattered thunderously. Bai Ji snorted coldly as his Qi Cyclone spun violently. He pushed his hands forward, propelling the myriad-colored Cold Ice shards toward the assassins at the entrance!

A tall assassin with Hook Claws stepped forward, waving his hands to generate a torrent of wind that directly smashed the Cold Ice shards!

However, Bai Ji's two offensive and defensive moves had bought time for everyone in the banquet hall. Liao Yonghai now ran to the center of the hall—his face still smudged with black pepper sauce—gazing sternly at the assassins, his right hand raised and palm facing outward as if refusing them entry!

Before they entered, the person in charge had given all assassins free rein to kill. Seeing that the banquet guests were so powerful, they naturally did not hesitate and tried to use Hot Weapons to eliminate all these "mundane people"!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In an instant, five or six pistols and rifles suddenly exploded. One of the masked men immediately shouted, "They have a Transcendent who can control iron elements! Cease fire!"

Liao Yonghai, a Second Stage Cultivator and a former military man, specialized in the Iron-series Magic Faction and had a high affinity with Iron-series Magic. In the right environment (like a scrapyard), he might not be weaker than Bai Ji!

He could directly control buses as if they were toys, throwing them around, and affect all iron materials over a wide range. Moreover, in the Magic Network, the Iron series itself had a spell specifically designed to target firearms—"Iron Riot."

Essentially, this spell was not aimed at firearms but was a Support Magic designed to strengthen the power of the Iron series.

When a Cultivator applied this spell to ironware, the item would be permeated with Chaos Spirit and explode upon severe impact.

The explosive power was related to the concentration of Chaos Spirit and the severity of the impact; the higher the concentration of Chaos Spirit, the easier the item would explode and the stronger the explosive force.

Generally, this spell was used by infusing a large amount of Chaos Spirit into an iron bead, then controlling it with Spiritual Energy to explode upon hitting the enemy. Essentially, it was not much different from firearms.

But Cultivators discovered another use, the one Liao Yonghai was employing now: greatly increasing the casting range and infiltrating all firearms with a small amount of Chaos Spirit.

Consequently, all bullets and firearms contained Chaos Spirit. If anyone attempted to use a firearm, even with only a trace of Chaos Spirit in the bullet, the violent detonation of gunpowder in the barrel would surely cause the bullet to explode, leading to the firearm itself exploding!

Realizing that firearms were useless, the assassins did not panic. They drew their Cold Weapons and advanced on the crowd, pouring into the hall like quicksilver.

The head teacher, Huo He, was already standing not far from the entrance. Although she had avoided the first few waves of attacks, she was an ordinary person, unprepared for a Transcendent battle of this scale. She was now steadying her trembling legs and moving toward Bai Ji and the others.

However, a Great Han wearing a robber's mask targeted the slowly walking middle-aged woman. With a piercing laugh, he rushed toward her, exhibiting superhuman Agility that belied his frame, attempting to capture and kill Huo He!

Suddenly, the tip of a broom appeared, followed by a thrust like a spear emerging as a dragon. As the Great Han sprinted at high speed, a broom appeared with extreme cunning in front of him. Before he could even dodge, he ran straight into it!

It was a very ordinary broom with red, toothed plastic bristles and a cheap brown wooden handle, the kind that could be found in any small Mysterious Country supermarket.

However, this very broom, which couldn't even kill a rat, made the Great Han—notoriously ferocious in Europe—let out a pig-like scream of agony!

The dense red plastic bristles, like steel spikes, completely penetrated his abdomen, tearing through his bulletproof vest and Protective Spell!

"Teacher Huo, why does the cafeteria only have these cheap brooms? You'll have to check if the person in charge has been lining their own pockets!"

Zhao Huo gripped the broom tightly and swept forcefully, ripping a large chunk of flesh from the Great Han's body, eviscerating him and causing his intestines to spill onto the ground!

Zhao Huo, a Second Stage Cultivator and a Martial Artist by origin, specialized in the "Willpower" Magic Faction. He could enhance his body or props with his intentions, wielding even a broomstick with the power of a Nine-Toothed Rake!

"Thank... thank you," Huo He said, her voice trembling. Zhao Huo replied, "Quickly get over to Bai Ji. I—"

"Be careful!" Huo He yelled.

The Great Han whose chest Zhao Huo had torn open managed to stagger to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and face ferocious. He charged with his intestines dragging behind, his fingers adorned with gleaming iron claws. In the blink of an eye, he was upon Zhao Huo, aiming to pounce and kill him like a fierce eagle!

Heaven knows how he endured the pain, but his intention was crystal clear: I'm about to die, but I'm taking one down with me at any cost!

Damn! Zhao Huo thought, knowing he was in a bad spot. He was best at mid-to-long-range combat, and the broom was difficult to use at close range. But if he dodged, Huo He would be vulnerable behind him...

The world did not give Zhao Huo much time to think. He saw a spray of blood burst from the Great Han's neck, and a graceful figure had appeared above the dying man at some point.

"Remember the finishing blow."

Dong Chengling calmly retracted her fingers from the back of the Great Han's neck. The sight made Zhao Huo's eyebrows jump. Using her fingers as a knife? Stabbing straight through the skin and crushing the windpipe? And Dong Chengling can easily Teleport short distances?

If she used this for catching cheaters...

Zhao Huo reined in his wandering thoughts. He was about to thank her when Dong Chengling disappeared again.

He remembered Dong Chengling didn't seem to have joined any special forces before. But how come she struck even harder than him?

However, when Zhao Huo saw Ren Suo behind Bai Ji, protected by a transparent barrier, he immediately understood.

By now, the banquet hall had erupted into a full-blown battle, with tables almost all overturned or shattered.

Ordinary people hurried to the deepest part of the hall. All Cultivators who considered themselves capable of combat stepped forward to fend off the assassins' attacks. The British Supernaturals and the Tactical Cultivators took the front lines, engaging the fastest enemies to buy time for the ordinary guests and weaker Cultivators to retreat.

Bai Ji utilized pathways of Cold Ice to divide the battlefield, forcibly dismantling the assassins' numerical advantage and erecting Ice Walls to shield the ordinary people.

Qiao Muyi and another British Transcendent team captain, who were in charge of the defense, fought fiercely at the forefront. Qiao Muyi's combat style was seemingly ordinary, using spells of wind, fire, water, and earth taught in the Magic Network. Yet, she was overwhelmingly powerful, rendering her enemies as fragile as paper mâché. It took three or four assassins to contend with Qiao Muyi, and even they seemed to endure great pain, occasionally letting out shrill screams.

Limited by the laws and regulations of the Mysterious Country, the British Supernaturals were not equipped with firearms, but they were also adept at close-quarters combat. Additionally, Liao Yonghai's spell had neutralized the assassins' firearm advantage, so fighting in small groups, they were able to Knockback the blade-wielding assassins.

From this perspective, the Heavenly Lotus side appeared to have a considerable advantage, but—the assassins had numbers!

The combatants on the Heavenly Lotus side numbered at most in the twenties. Even with tactical aces like Bai Ji, Dong Chengling, Qiao Muyi, and Liao Yonghai, facing nearly twice their number of enemies, they could only rely on their superior Abilities to eliminate as many foes as possible in the initial onslaught.

Only after withstanding this first wave and becoming familiar with their opponents' offensive capabilities did these elite assassins from around the world begin to show their fangs!

"HA!"

Bai Ji let out a loud cry, his hands projecting enormous ice sculptures that transformed into nine-headed Ice Dragons charging at the assassins!

The masked Strange Creature snorted coldly and pointed his brush at the ice sculptures again. The nine-headed Ice Dragons were instantly tainted with blackness and dissolved into falling droplets of water!

"I won't give you a chance to attack a second time," the masked Strange Creature snorted in French.

Bai Ji's expression was grave. It was the first time he had encountered a Transcendent who could directly counter spells so openly. He was the strongest in the banquet hall, yet the masked Strange Creature specifically targeted his spells, preventing him from supporting his comrades.

But...

A touch of frost bloomed on Bai Ji's face like rouge. In that instant, he felt a light blossom in his heart.

That's right.

This time, I might very well die.

No one understood the disparity in strength between the enemy and his side better than Bai Ji. If the Ranpelrouge Sisters had no trump card, Bai Ji was certain they wouldn't last long.

We seem to be holding on for now, but a Cultivator's Cyclone Spirit is limited. Once it's exhausted, we have to rest, or we can't cast spells.

With their numerical advantage, the assassins just need to deplete our Spiritual Energy, and that will spell their Victory.

Hold on until reinforcements arrive? Heavenly Lotus Academy is quite a distance from the city...

If I were to die here...

That wouldn't be too bad, would it?

Bai Ji suddenly smirked. He turned his head to look in Ren Suo's direction and found Ren Suo also staring wide-eyed at him.

That's right, look at me! Gaze upon me! Forever engrave the image of my glory in your heart—

Suddenly, a jarring noise echoed from above the banquet hall, followed by a scream. Everyone saw an assassin's head rotate 180 degrees. The submachine gun slung across the assassin's body fell into the hands of a young, handsome man.

This man was dressed in a sharp suit and looked like one of the banquet guests. He patted the submachine gun and then started shooting at the assassins.

"It didn't explode!?"

Liao Yonghai's earlier spell that caused guns to explode had left the assassins apprehensive; none dared to use firearms again, and some had even discarded their weapons.

But why could this man from the Mysterious Country use the gun? Furthermore, although he was using a submachine gun, his aim was exceptionally precise. A barrage of bullets swept out, and not a single one missed. Several assassins who reacted a fraction too slow had their heads blown apart!

Even those who reacted quickly only managed to protect their vital points but were still hit!

However, as Transcendents participating in this assassination, most had some form of Protective Spell. Thus, they did not immediately lose their combat capability. At this moment, an assassin close to the man from the Mysterious Country sprang up, drawing a dagger and aiming to kill this sharpshooter!

The man from the Mysterious Country remained unruffled, casually dodging the assassin's Attack. He then grabbed the assassin's hand, pressed his other hand to the man's throat, and twisted!

With a CRACK, another assassin fell.

"It's the Assassin!"

"It's the Assassin again!"

"Why is it him again!"

"It's him! It's him! It's definitely him!"

"Is the Goddess of Destiny still on the side of the Ranpelrouge Family!?"

His near Sure Shot marksmanship, terrifying and ghostlike assassination techniques, coupled with his appearance, made everyone quickly realize who he was—

The Fairy Palace Assassin!

The Fairy Palace Assassin who had once protected the Ranpelrouge Family!

Bai Ji watched him, suddenly feeling a tinge of regret—

So, he was looking at *you* just now...