Milfs: Dual Cultivation

Chapter 158 2) The assassin

Woosh!

Clinggggg!

Crakkkkkk!!!

Bang!!!

With a single, fluid movement, Xian Tian sidestepped the strike and grabbed the assassin's arm mid-air, twisting it effortlessly until he heard the satisfying crack of bone like in action movie.

"Hmmmmmm!!!!"

The assassin let out a muffled scream, but Xian Tian wasn't finished.

Boom!!!

He pulled the man closer, driving a swift elbow into his gut, sending him crashing to the ground.

Before the others could react, Xian Tian was already moving.

His speed was unreal, like a blur in the early morning light, creating that glitchy effect.

A kick here, a punch there, a knee-shot over GEAR, each one precise, deadly, and leaving his enemies writhing on the ground in seconds.

The last of the assassins was a woman with cold, calculating eyes who still stood her ground as Xian Tian approached her.

Lucky for her she didn't possessed the GEAR.

Tangggg!

She drew two curved daggers from her waist and took a fighting stance, but Xian Tian's smile only grew wider.

"More bones for me to break," he said, his voice laced with amusement as he couldn't fathom what made this woman think she can fight him?

Like seriously some people never learn how to function properly.

"Haha!..."

She lunged at him, her blades flashing in the dark cold blood thrishty light, aiming for his neck.

But Xian Tian's movements were effortless, dodging each strike with ease.

The woman's attacks became more frantic, but she couldn't land a single blow.

Tak!

Grabs!

Then... in one swift motion, Xian Tian caught both of her wrists, squeezing until her grip on the daggers loosened.

He leaned in, his voice barely a whisper.

"Tell your emperor this," Xian Tian said with his voice cold and unwavering.

"If he wants my head, he'll have to come here and take it himself,"

The quote was cold than ice.

Bang!

With that, he released the woman's wrists and delivered a crushing blow to her chest, sending her flying several feet back.

Thuddddd!!!!

Haaaaahhhh!!!

She landed hard, gasping for air, her body crumpled in defeat.

Tak! Tak!

Xian Tian dusted his hands off and turned back toward the walls, as if nothing had happened.

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Swoosh!

Slash!

In a bamboo forest, four people get mercilessly slaughtered while a figure walks gracefully.

She was extremely beautiful like a fairy while a red ribbon was on her eyes and a veil to cover her mouth, her graceful beauty was covered from top to bottom.

Despite that, she had a separate aura that couldn't be understood by the mortal mind.

She suddenly pulls out a hearing jade,

"Yes!?"

"Qingyun... There is a mission for you, there is a man named Xian Tian, who is the sect master of the flower blossoms sect, you have to kill him,"

The voice came from Jade.

"The sect master of Flower blossoms? Okey..." With that, she hangs the jade on her hip.

Her name is Qingyun and surprisingly she is the Princess of a neighbouring nation.

Not only she is the princess but she is also one of the Yakxas.

Yakxas are legendary figures who don't rely on dual cultivation but rather cultivate the path of corresponding Dao.

And Qingyun here follows the Path of Blood Dao.

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As Qingyun hung the jade at her hip, her mind drifted, momentarily lost in the memories of a past she'd long since buried.

Being a princess of a neighboring nation came with its own set of expectations, but Qingyun had defied them all.

Her life as royalty had been fleeting, a mere cover over the soul of a warrior born into blood and shadows.

From a young age, she was drawn to the mysteries of the Blood Dao, an art as old as time itself but feared for the cost it demanded.

( I believe Dao to be absolute primordial )

The Blood Dao required an unwavering heart and a willingness to abandon all attachments.

Where other Yakxas chose the paths of Light, Earth, or Spirit, Qingyun had embraced the darkness that flowed through her veins, a choice that earned her a reputation as both feared and revered across the lands.

She was the Princess yet she Who Never Was.

As a child, she had always been different.

She was like Buddha, questioning the aspect of life.

She wondered why people would die why couldn't everyone reach immortality, and move when she was playing with her subjects.

One of them shoots at the bird instantly killing it.

Seeing the bird the switch in her mind began to function.

What? Why?

Life was too fragile and it could get even more fragile, for her it was crazy to think one couldn't even have a choice to live.

Since then instead of choosing peace like Buddha, she chooses another path... The path where strong could do as they wished.

It was also this time when she had received the Vision from the god of slaughtering and massacre.

A Vision that thrust for blood.

She can become stronger the blood she sheds.

By killing of course.