The battle had taken a turn that completely surpassed everyone's expectations. This was true for the remaining assassins of Crimson Fang, the grievously injured S-rank Wind Supernatural Mage Amotig, and even Yama, whose cultivation level had reached the Innate Middle Stage. None of them could hide the deep shock and astonishment in their eyes.

After all, Jack the Blade was a legend, ranked in the top three of the global Assassin World. Countless powerful experts had shed their blood on his hands, and he even possessed a Holy Artifact like the Glory Page. But now? He was being pushed to the brink by Chen Fei, an Eastern lad in his twenties, and he was even showing rare signs of panic. They couldn't believe it—truly, it was unbelievable. Yet the reality was right there before their eyes, leaving no room for doubt.

Perhaps he can really defeat him...

Even Yama couldn't help but gaze deeply at the surprising young figure on the battlefield, feeling a complex and shaken emotion inside. After all, if Chen Fei could truly defeat a man like Jack the Blade, wouldn't that mean he was qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with Yama himself?

But the problem was, how old was the lad? Could he truly be a little monster?

Wear me down until I'm exhausted!?

While everyone was in utter disbelief, Jack the Blade muttered to himself on the battlefield, a sly, sinister smile suddenly appearing on his blood-stained, aged face. He abruptly looked up at Chen Fei and said, "Perhaps you shouldn't underestimate me."

"Underestimate you? Sorry, but I don't think I have," Chen Fei's eyes twinkled slightly as he replied. "But... do you still have any tricks up your sleeve? If so, feel free to use them all. After all, this is a fight to the death between us, isn't it?"

He had never for a moment underestimated the legendary assassin standing before him; otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted this long.

"Tricks up my sleeve? I really have none left. However, I do have one last desperate measure." At that moment, Jack the Blade burst into a grim laugh, his entire body exuding a bone-chilling, terrifying aura that made the onlookers' pupils contract in horror.

He stared at the now slightly pale Chen Fei with a cruel smile, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Perhaps I was wrong from the beginning. There was no need to fall out with a bizarre Easterner like you over such trash. Oh, I must say, you Easterners are truly bizarre... But it's too late for regrets. Today, either you die, or I do!"

"You..."

As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of black mist surged from behind him. They spun and roiled wildly, intertwining behind his head to form a terrifying object that resembled a black hole. Chen Fei's gaze followed the movement, and his heart instantly clenched.

"To be able to take you with me to see God, at the cost of my own life... consider it an honor, Easterner. Don't you think?" Jack the Blade said with a sinister, strange smile. His aged face suddenly contorted as he forcefully pressed the black hole he had amassed in his hand down into the Glory Page he was holding.

BOOM!

At once, a horrifying intermingling of darkness and light erupted, causing Amotig and the others to flee in terror.

"Damn it! What in God's name is that!? Run!" Their legendary King of Assassins, Your Excellency Jack the Blade, seemed to have gone mad. The shocking sight made their hearts skip a beat, and they clearly dared not stay any longer.

"Chen Fei, get out of there! The old bastard's gone crazy!" Even Yama couldn't help but shout out in alarm, his face full of urgency as he yelled toward Chen Fei's position.

With his power, Yama could certainly feel that Jack the Blade had indeed gone mad. The old man was actually burning and detonating his own Ability Crystal, channeling that immense power into the Holy Artifact of Light—the Glory Page.

In that case, Chen Fei's peculiar Bronze Mirror stood no chance.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, the old man was probably beyond salvation... This was power conjured from the sacrifice of his very life. Who wouldn't be afraid?

However, Chen Fei chose not to retreat, merely standing motionless with an expressionless face. This caused Jack the Blade to pause in slight astonishment.

"You're not going to run?" he asked with a chilling tone.

"Run? Why should I run?" Chen Fei replied with a slight smirk, staring fixedly at his opponent. "Your power has already locked onto me. What difference does it make if I run or not?"

He was right. The terrifying vortex of light and darkness had completely fixed on him, making any attempt to flee both pointless and meaningless.

"It seems you're still quite lucid. How admirable. A monster of an Easterner... However, you could ask him to join you, perhaps?" Jack the Blade shook his head with feigned regret, then suddenly extended a trembling finger toward Yama, who was hesitating whether to step forward.

"Are you planning to catch both of us in one fell swoop? With this final burst of life-force?" Chen Fei, however, seemed to see through his intent, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"You..." Hearing these words, even the blood-stained smile on Jack the Blade's face momentarily stiffened before slowly transforming into a shadowy, chilling grin. In a cold voice, he said, "In truth, I detest clever young people like you. Especially when they see right through what I'm about to say."

"Chen Fei, run!" Yama couldn't help but shout again from a distance, showing a slight intention of moving closer to forcibly drag Chen Fei away.

"Uncle Master Yan, stay back!" At that moment, Chen Fei's cold and indifferent voice rang out, his tone utterly resolute. "This is a battle of my own choosing, and I must see it through. It's a matter of my honor as a Martial Artist! So, Uncle Master Yan, I ask you to fall back immediately!"

"But!" Hearing Chen Fei's words, Yama grew frantic. Honor? What was honor? Survival was the only true honor, not throwing one's life away like this.

"Don't worry, Uncle Master Yan. He has a last-ditch move, but do you think I don't have an ace up my own sleeve? Besides, it seems I should be thanking him. Your Excellency Jack the Blade, thank you for helping me take another step forward." However, Chen Fei's next words, spoken with a faint smile, made everyone's expression change drastically.

"Kid, what do you mean!?" Jack the Blade demanded, glaring menacingly at Chen Fei.

"What do I mean?" A slight smile touched Chen Fei's lips. The light in his dark, clear-as-glass eyes flashed brilliantly, and then, from within his body, an unbelievable sight unfolded. One, two, three, four, five, six... seven, eight... nine blazing swords of flame surged forth!

I can't believe I managed to condense nine swords of Sanyang True Fire Sword Qi... This should be equivalent to the Qi Refining Fifth Layer, right? Feeling the surging heat and sharp power within him, Chen Fei clenched his fist, overcome with emotion.

According to the "Three Yang Sword Manual," condensing thirty-six swords of Sanyang True Fire Sword Qi would make one invincible within the Qi Refining Fifth Layer. Even slightly weaker Qi Refining Sixth Layer cultivators would have to give them a wide berth.

Although nine swords of Sanyang True Fire Sword Qi weren't that terrifying, their power was unquestionably equivalent to the Qi Refining Fifth Layer. He never expected that under such desperate pressure from his opponent, he would be reborn on the brink of death, shattering his shackles to reach a higher level! It was an incredibly invigorating and pleasant surprise.

"Your Excellency Jack the Blade, perhaps I really should thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to step into this realm so quickly." The smile on Chen Fei's face was odd, making Jack the Blade's scalp tingle.

He had already witnessed Chen Fei's frightening talent for advancement, but it drove him mad to think that under such desperate pressure, his opponent hadn't been the one to collapse. Instead, he'd broken through his limits and grown even stronger. It was a fact he found incredibly difficult to accept, and his face began to contort.

As he watched the nine flaming swords revolve around Chen Fei, Jack the Blade—the legendary assassin—finally felt a subconscious flicker of fear deep in his heart.

"Stupid Easterner! I've already burned my life force. Do you think this can shake my resolve? Don't be so naive! Go to hell!" In the end, however, he roared ferociously, raising the Glory Page that was intertwined with darkness and light high above his head. He had no retreat left.

RUMBLE!

CRACK!

Instantly, a terrifying aura of darkness and light surged forth. The force was so immense that even Yama's withered hand, gripping his cane, began to tremble violently. In the next moment, he heard a shattering sound. It came from none other than one of the five pages of the Book of Glory!

The Glory Page actually cracked? Yama's jaw fell slightly, a look of shock flashing in his aged eyes. He knew exactly what this meant and how terrifying this energy had become.

ROAR!

"Minor Chi Snake Sword Formation!"

But just then, from beneath the dreadful canopy of interwoven darkness and light, an unstoppable roar and a column of searing heat erupted like a volcano, its shockwave resonating through the heavens. Both Jack the Blade and Yama felt their pupils contract.

Within their field of vision, strands of flame that had been laid out at some unknown time suddenly flared to life. Using the nine swords of Three-Eyed True Fire Sword Qi as their source, the flames gathered and expanded furiously. They enveloped and then completely submerged the roiling waves of light and darkness over an even larger area.

Then, a Flame Serpent easily large enough to strangle an elephant appeared in their sight. It roared at the heavens and leaped high into the air, unleashing an unbelievable pressure that spread across the battlefield.

And then, it crashed down fiercely

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