Thunderbolt: I Became the Human Emperor in the Bitter Realm

How could Gui Liangtianxia not know such an obvious fact? Does he expect him to take action himself?

But the crucial consequences are truly not simple.

If he couldn't retreat, his entire legacy would be destroyed, a fact he absolutely could not tolerate.

"Damn it, he's so strong! So many people couldn't kill him. How hateful!"

"My lord, how about we contact an assassin?"

"Killer?"

"Yes, it's an assassin. That way, we don't have to worry about anyone finding out."

"Sure, but who should we contact?"

"My lord, let's find those who are not afraid of death. That way, we'll have an explanation to give."

Gui Liangtianxia nodded in agreement. He had already made a move once and couldn't make another one, otherwise he would easily give himself away.

"Okay, let's do it this way. We can accept any assassin, no matter where they come from, as long as we can kill them."

"Yes, my lord."

As a result, many active assassin organizations received missions to kill Chen Yu.

For these assassin organizations, they are like grains of sand in the ocean—there are so many of them that it's not worth caring about who is right or wrong. As long as they can be suppressed, they are the best force to be reckoned with.

In this way, their strength can be better utilized, and it's not about intelligence.

Gui Liangtianxia can now sit back and watch the world with peace of mind.

He has no fear of exhausting his energy.

When faced with endless battles against assassins, that would be the best hand to play. Then, when the time is right, I can step in and clean up the mess. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

The more I thought about it, the happier and more joyful I became. It was such a wonderful thing, so naturally I didn't want to give it up.

Such a benefit, if it brings genuine joy, is something to be happy about.

No matter what, as long as it can be done, it's all worth it.

As long as you persevere, everything will fall into place. With your strength always there, there's no need to overthink it. Just keep going. This is a very important saying, and it's where your strength is measured. You can't be careless, and you absolutely cannot be careless.

One should not reveal one's true intentions, otherwise it will arouse suspicion and be detrimental to oneself.

Chapter Twenty-One: Slaughtering the Assassins Across a Thousand Miles - Desperate Situation

"Old Su, this is bad! Many assassins have made a move."

"Killer?"

Qin Jiaxian said nervously, "Yes, there are many assassins. It seems they accepted a mission to assassinate Chen Yu, with a generous reward."

Upon hearing this, Su Huanzhen immediately understood that this matter was indeed troublesome, especially given the current situation.

Such a thing would have disastrous consequences.

Moreover, as for what will happen to Chen Yu in the end, we really don't know.

He didn't care whether these assassins lived or died; what he cared about was whether they would change his character. That was his biggest worry, since he was very clear about the changes in the power of the Seven Ancient Stars.

The final outcome was also quite poignant; I really don't know what to say.

"We need to send more people to watch, but remember not to let him know."

"Old Su, don't worry. I, Old Qin, will never make any mistakes in my work. Rest assured, don't worry."

Then Qin Jiaxian said, "What if he gets into danger?"

Su Huanzhen said frankly, "With his abilities, there shouldn't be much of a problem. If there really is a risk, we can help him secretly."

Qin Jiaxian nodded and quickly went to contact the person.

Su Huanzhen still felt inexplicably depressed. These people were truly fearless, but this would intensify his temper and lead to the most serious consequences, which would also be a crisis for the Bitter Realm.

After all, he is the Lord of the True Dragon of Destiny, protected only by the mysterious power of fate. If one were to truly anger him, the consequences would be unbelievable and unthinkable.

All of this reveals their underlying intentions: strength is the foundation.

Looking back now, it seems that his path was indeed very long and far from smooth.

As for letting him go back, that's clearly impossible. He has his own purpose, but he doesn't know what it is.

At this moment, countless assassins rushed towards Chen Yu in a hurry.

The assassins came wave after wave, each refusing to admit defeat and believing themselves to be the strongest.

At first, Chen Yu didn't pay much attention, after all, feuds and killings in the martial arts world are quite normal.

He can also gain wave after wave of power and other things from this.

However, as time went by, I sensed that something was wrong.

"Why are there so many people?"

After some thought, he sensed that these people were not simple, so he contacted his own spirit and obtained information through the Seven Star Palace.

"I see. It seems these assassins are destined to die. In that case, it's a good thing to rid the people of a scourge."

Since they're all bad people anyway, they'll kill without a shred of mercy, which will only add to their prestige. They'll be too grateful to stop them.

As a result, even more assassins came, and he reaped considerable rewards every day, regardless of their methods.

They couldn't even get close to him, so how could there be any risk? Impossible.

This kind of strength is where true ability lies, and it is also the result of cultivating that strength.

Although there are many dangers, honing oneself is also a great feast.

Every strong person achieves their current strength through the crucible of blood and iron, making them more capable of competing with others.

This is something you can see, and it makes it even more complicated.

Once your abilities reach this level, your strength will only increase.

His eyes were devoid of emotion; all traces of pity had vanished. He needed no pity for these assassins; as long as the killing intent arose again, that was enough. Killing was an indispensable part of his life.

Endless killing intent, terrifying strength—no one wants any suppression; as long as they do their best, that's enough.

Chen Yu does things in a steady and unhurried manner.

Wherever his feet passed, countless assassin corpses were left behind, destined to become nourishment for the earth.

As for the power they painstakingly cultivated, once it falls away, it belongs to him.

As for how much fell, we don't know.

However, it is truly rare. It has taken many days for someone to accumulate two hundred years of skill.

Two hundred years have passed since a master was killed. It must be because of his low foundation. If his foundation were high, he would have lost even more power. He knew this in his heart. After all, even those who seem to be at the peak of the Innate Realm or are Innate Realm people have very different foundations.

He entered the ranks of the Innate Realm with six hundred years of cultivation over ten Jiazi (a Chinese unit of time), and then entered the ranks of the Top Innate Realm with three thousand years of cultivation. Strength is the core and the key.

Just look at this difference and you'll understand.

Come to think of it, three thousand years of cultivation—although it doesn't literally mean cultivating for three thousand years, it's still a considerable amount of time. Someone like that would definitely be a very powerful top-tier expert.

Otherwise, they would be extremely weak, and with each step they take, they would become weaker, and with another step, they would be heading for the underworld.

This is no joke. The so-called "breaking the rules" is because their foundation is insufficient, resulting in incomplete or even severely depleted power that cannot be recovered in time. In that case, they can only wait to be wiped out.

But for Chen Yu, this was nothing at all, not worth mentioning.

Looking at his unwavering figure, one could tell that these assassins were nothing but trash, utterly incapable of swaying his mind. It was also clear that he controlled the very destiny that belonged to them.

Its long-standing existence is a testament to its profound and powerful foundation.

As for the rest, he knew what he was doing. He just wanted to take it one step at a time and see if it was feasible. He was undoubtedly the most clear-headed person about this idea.

These assassins were just scraps; their skills hadn't diminished much, and they were clearly weaklings. He couldn't be bothered with them.

The so-called sharp knife skills or elusive swordsmanship are actually trivial matters and unbelievable. This is all for discerning people and is a fact.

True strength is what makes you feel no regrets; as long as you can achieve it, everything is worthwhile.

They walked step by step, with the assassins following, but those who made a move all died; none of them survived.

He's dead, that's it. There's no excuse whatsoever.

Only murderous intent remained.

The cause of this is simply absurd. There's no need for any oppressive measures; as long as you have a clear understanding, everything is feasible.

"They were all fools; who can they blame for their deaths?"

The murderous intent never disappeared from his words, but at most, there was another corpse at his feet, nothing more.

The road of a thousand miles is a road of bloodshed, a bloodbath that is itself a self-inflicted bloodshed.

The earth turned crimson, but Chen Yu was very dissatisfied. After so much accumulation, he was still no match for one or two experts with higher foundations, which made him sigh. However, he also gained four hundred years of power accumulation, so traveling a thousand miles was nothing.

It took a total of six hundred years to get here, which is not bad.

It wasn't a wasted trip after all.