Hua Zichen exclaimed in surprise, causing everyone to visibly change their expressions.
Everyone knew Xu Hongzhu’s identity. He was the next-generation successor of the Xu Family and also an important figure in the Xu Family’s transformation.
It wasn’t surprising that someone tried to assassinate him. In fact, if Xu Hongzhu had lived until now without a strong security team, that would be the real oddity!
"It’s not good, Lin Beichen is still over there."
Luo Meixiang said anxiously, breaking free from Jin Chuchu’s small hand and turning around to run outside.
Zhou Yixian and others, seeing this, despite their helplessness, had to hurriedly follow.
Only Zhang Changhuai remained seated, quietly drinking tea without moving.
The plan for today was set by him and his father.
From the moment Lin Beichen stepped into the Phoenix Club, this game had already begun.
If the competition between the Zhang Family and the Bai Family continued until a winner was decided, it would result in heavy casualties. The only way out now was to kill Lin Beichen, the mastermind behind it all.
Once Lin Beichen was dead, the Bai Family would lose their motivation to compete for the South. How could Bai Yunfei’s minimal foundation in the South possibly be a match for him?
"Lin Beichen, you are indeed very formidable. In terms of cultivation alone, I am not your opponent, but you are too careless. The world is vast, why did you insist on coming to our Zhang Family’s territory in the South?"
Zhang Changhuai silently stared at the tea in his cup, where a tiny insect seemed to struggle.
"A leader should sit high in the hall and never personally take risks! One must know that in this vast world, danger is everywhere. Any slight relaxation could result in death and the destruction of one’s path; today, I’ll teach you this lesson!"
Zhang Changhuai grinned viciously and smashed the teacup onto the ground.
The sniper rifle fired, signaling that the negotiation had completely collapsed. Xu Hongzhu had murderous intent. For Lin Beichen alone, Zhang Changhuai couldn’t think of a way to escape.
Bang bang bang!
The gunfire continued to echo through the sky, growing more urgent.
In the bamboo forest, assassins rushed to the pavilion to protect Xu Hongzhu.
They were all killers and Deadpools raised by the Xu Family. With hundreds of assassins guarding him, Xu Hongzhu had no worries, sitting in the pavilion and watching the show.
Lin Beichen, surrounded by a faint glow, created dozens of shadows to disrupt the snipers’ sight.
He himself stood atop the lighthouse on the small island in the lake.
With a wave of Lin Beichen’s hand, a burst of energy instantly killed one person. As the body fell, the sniper rifle shattered.
"One dead."
The old man in black reported.
Xu Hongzhu’s face was solemn.
This was already the second Superpower User to die; only three masters remained.
"How is his cultivation so strong?"
Xu Hongzhu felt an indescribable anger, which quickly turned into regret and fear.
Bang bang.
Three more sounds rang out, but this time it wasn’t sniper fire, but three heads falling to the ground.
Three super masters with superpowers broke through the genetic lock but failed to land a single shot on Lin Beichen before being killed by him.
The backyard fell silent.
A terrifying atmosphere filled the air. Every assassin couldn’t help but swallow hard. Even though they were accustomed to walking the line between life and death, witnessing slaughter and death, Lin Beichen was still too terrifying.
In just a few minutes, various masters had already met their end.
So far, the number of people killed by Lin Beichen wasn’t many. Compared to the hundreds of killers in the backyard, only eleven had died.
But these eleven, wherever they were, were masters who could intimidate a region.
Normally, these people commanded thousands and had assets worth billions, each a big shot in their own right.
But now, they were not even worth as much as the lowest-level Death Warriors.
Lin Beichen walked on the lake, step by step, towards Xu Hongzhu.
In one minute, he had dealt with Xu Hongzhu’s top six masters and five super-powered strongmen.
Xu Hongzhu and the others were shocked, but for him, these were the most insignificant moves.
There was some dust on his casual clothes, but not a single trace of blood.
"Mr. Lin."
Xu Hongzhu’s delicate face revealed a hint of horror, one side of her pale face twitching slightly, as if fear had disturbed her mind to the point that even her muscles couldn’t control themselves.
Lin Beichen didn’t respond, nor did he stop, continuing to walk towards the pavilion.
"Mr. Lin, we can still negotiate. As long as you stop, there’s still room for us to be friends."
The old man in black spoke coldly, aiming the short blade in his hand at Lin Beichen, ready to act at any moment.
But they knew in their hearts that their efforts would likely be futile in the face of Lin Beichen.
All the masters had died, what could they possibly count for?
Lin Beichen frowned, seemingly disinterested in their nonsense. With a careless wave, a flash of cold light pierced through one person’s throat in an instant.
"Captain!"
An assassin exclaimed, his eyes filled with blood as he instantly opened fire.
Yet the bullets swept across Lin Beichen’s body without leaving a trace, while Lin Beichen flicked his finger lightly, a droplet of water enveloping his fingertip before shooting out and piercing through the assassin’s head.
With a thunderous sound, the assassin’s head exploded into fragments, his body falling slowly to the ground.
The surroundings fell silent, everyone stunned.
Hundreds of killers slowly lowered their weapons, their spirits simultaneously crushed.
They sorrowfully realized that in front of Lin Beichen, numbers and years of killing experience were utterly meaningless and useless.
Faced with Lin Beichen, any method was futile, so why risk their lives?
In the blink of an eye, only Lin Beichen and Xu Hongzhu remained standing in the courtyard.
The old man hid outside the pavilion. Although on his knees, he still watched Lin Beichen warily, ready to act at any moment.
"Mr. Lin, we still have a chance to make peace. You must think clearly."
Xu Hongzhu had a bead of cold sweat on her forehead.
Though she controlled Huadu and had thousands of thugs under her command, facing Lin Beichen instilled a deep-seated fear.
"I just said, not notifying your father about dealing with me was the most foolish decision you made."
"The martial world is not a business field. Your self-righteousness, thinking the gap between realms is mere child’s play, failing to recognize that a misjudgment can lead to death."
Lin Beichen looked at Xu Hongzhu coldly, as if staring at an idiot.
"Anyone with a shred of cultivation talent should understand that challenging me requires more than sending these wastes!"
"If your father knew about this, he wouldn’t be sad. He’d consider you utterly foolish because your death is laughable!"
"Before the Celestial Gate opens, no one is my match. After it opens, I mercifully shared Spiritual Qi with you. Yet those who can challenge me are few, and the Xu Family is certainly not on that list!"
Lin Beichen’s words struck Xu Hongzhu’s face with each enunciation, making her face pale to the extreme, wanting nothing more than to find a hole to hide in.
At this moment, she felt ashamed to the utmost.
Lin Beichen’s effortless slaughter of all the masters made the remaining subordinates kneel, not daring to move.
His ability to alter the battle situation with a mere wave of his hand was astonishing beyond belief.
Before this, she had never imagined that one person’s power could be so overwhelming as to change a battle’s outcome.
Only now did Xu Hongzhu realize her previous foolishness.
Lin Beichen, reigning over the North, within a mere year or two, pressed down various families to become the foremost master in the Imperial Capital.
Upon deep contemplation, the feat was simply incredible.
In the face of true power, any schemes were laughable.
"Mr. Lin, you can insult me, but you cannot insult our Patriarch! If you harm the young lady, the Patriarch will be relentless, leading to a North-South war. Can you bear such a responsibility?"
The old man sensed the worsening situation and hastily tried to salvage it.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind, and his chest tightened. He spat blood, flying backward.