I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 274: Assassination

When the guards at the Drunken Flower House rushed to the private room where the incident occurred, the sight before them left them dumbfounded.

These enforcers were only Tier One in strength, usually more than enough to handle rowdy, drunken customers and freeloaders.

Yet they had never faced such a brutal scene!

Cowering on the floor, trembling and lacking the strength to get up, the Madam clutched onto a guard’s pant leg, frantically saying: "Quick, quickly go seek aid from the Wuwei District. These, these are the men of the Wu Wei Sect’s Outer Hall!"

The Madam, still charming despite her age, now had a face as white as paper, her heart filled with regret.

She thought she had entertained a wealthy patron, never imagining he would turn out to be a killer!

Another guard beside her shuddered suddenly, then hurriedly ran downstairs.

The Drunken Flower House was close to the Wuwei District, not only protected by the Wu Wei Sect but also owned by someone from the sect.

Such a major incident had unfolded; it was imperative to report it.

Otherwise, no one could bear the consequences!

In just the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Zhu Jun, the Outer Hall Master of the Wu Wei Sect, appeared in the Drunken Flower House with his entourage.

He resided in the Wuwei District and was about to rest when he received an urgent report from his subordinates.

He arrived here as quickly as he could.

Looking at the room full of blood, bodies, and the kneeling Madam and concubines, the face of this Hall Master of Wu Wei Sect turned extremely dark.

He extended his foot and gently flipped over the corpse lying flat on the floor.

Although the man’s head was completely deformed, his face unrecognizable, Zhu Jun instantly recognized him as his most capable subordinate, Yang Lang.

Yang Lang’s mouth hung open, his nose caved in, seven orifices bleeding, and eyes bulging out of their sockets.

His pupils still held the pain and despair from before his death!

Upon witnessing such a scene, even Zhu Jun, usually tough-hearted, couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his eyes.

The death was too horrifying!

Though Zhu Jun didn’t particularly like the ambitious Yang Lang.

Yang Lang’s tragic death, merely one street away from the Wuwei District in the Drunken Flower House, was undoubtedly a slap to the face of the Wu Wei Sect! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Zhu Jun’s sharp gaze scanned the room, finally landing on the Madam.

He asked coldly, "Speak, what happened?"

The Madam trembled all over, but dared not be slow and quickly recounted the event’s course.

Earlier, she greeted a generous patron in the downstairs hall, then led him upstairs to a private room for fun, inadvertently leading him directly into Yang Lang’s room.

Then this tragedy unfolded!

As for the course of the fight, the Madam, not being a Martial Artist, was so frightened that she couldn’t explain it clearly.

She continuously kowtowed, pleading, "Sir, I had no idea this man was so fierce. I beg for your pardon, sir!"

Although Zhu Jun had never visited the Drunken Flower House before.

The Madam recognized him as the Outer Hall Master of the Wu Wei Sect and knew that he had a cold nature.

She was afraid of becoming a target for his anger.

After all, she was the one who brought up this person.

Zhu Jun remained expressionless: "You said his name is Wei Yan?"

"Yes, yes."

The Madam raised her bloodied head, answering fearfully: "When he left, he said his name was Wei Yan, only killing today to satisfy grievances and revenge, and anyone wishing to die should just come to him!"

"Grievances and revenge!"

Zhu Jun laughed, "What a Wei Yan, what grievances and revenge!"

The next moment, the Outer Hall Master suddenly lifted his right palm, about to strike the Madam on the head.

He knew this incident was unrelated to the Madam, with no potential of her colluding with outsiders to harm Wu Wei Sect disciples.

But did Zhu Jun need a reason to kill for venting anger and asserting dominance?

Not at all!

Just a lowly Madam.

Boom!

At the instant Zhu Jun almost struck with his palm, the tightly closed doors and windows of the private room suddenly exploded, fragments flying everywhere.

A burly figure rushed in with a snowy tempest, attacking Zhu Jun with lightning speed!

Zhu Jun never expected an enemy would ambush from outside and launch a sneak attack on him.

The Outer Hall Master of the Wu Wei Sect was caught completely off guard.

But he wasn’t an ordinary person; detecting the danger, he decisively struck back, countering with his palm in the nick of time.

Zhu Jun’s face instantly flushed red.

This was the result of forcibly invoking Dantian True Qi, causing the Qi Blood within to surge violently.

Simultaneously, his palms suddenly swelled, turning black and purple.

Giant Spirit Palm!

This was Zhu Jun’s most skilled martial art of the Qi Entry Realm, a palm technique he had honed for years, killing three same-tier masters and earning a reputation in the Wu Wei Sect.

The power of Giant Spirit Palm was exceptionally destructive, easily shattering stone tablets.

If it hit a human body, even a Tier Four Martial Artist couldn’t withstand it!

Due to being too rushed, Zhu Jun didn’t expect to injure the opponent, only hoping to gain a moment to catch his breath.

Bam!

In a split second, Zhu Jun’s palms collided heavily with the attacker’s palms.

Crack!

The sound of bone fracturing suddenly rang out.

Zhu Jun’s face drastically changed.

Though this strike wasn’t at full strength, it gathered the Innate True Qi from a lifetime of hard practice and was in a defensive stance; supposed to withstand the enemy’s surprise attack without issue.

What Zhu Jun never expected was, at the instant the palms touched, he felt the opponent’s Palm Power overwhelmed his Strength like an avalanche, cruelly penetrating through his tiger’s mouth and into his arms.

Zhu Jun’s arm bones broke simultaneously, the tiger’s mouth tore apart, blood bursting forth!

Such terrifying strength made the Wu Wei Sect’s Outer Hall Master tremble with fear, instinctively utilizing the enemy’s Power crashing into his body to propel himself backward.

Admittedly, Zhu Jun’s reaction ability was extraordinary, maintaining some clarity and rationality despite being heavily wounded.

Making the most correct response!

Wei Yan!

In the moment of being propelled backward, a name flashed across his mind.

Suddenly understanding.

After killing Yang Lang and the others, the opponent had seemingly left and fled into oblivion.

But quietly returned to the Drunken Flower House, lurking outside the private room.

And this formidable enemy’s real target.

Was he, the Outer Hall Master of the Wu Wei Sect!

At this moment, Zhu Jun’s mind became colder and calmer than ever.

But before he could escape the Drunken Flower House, the opponent had already pursued him like lightning.

Another palm strike landed on his chest!

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Zhu Jun’s chest caved in entirely, countless bones breaking.

He smashed through the floor behind him, his body plummeting towards the street outside like a kite with broken strings.

Blood spurted from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs!

When the Wu Wei Sect’s Outer Hall Master heavily landed on the snow-covered street, his life reached its end.

Zhu Jun lay on his back, staring blankly at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

He heard screams echoing from upstairs.

His subordinates were being mercilessly slaughtered.

The Outer Hall Master of the Wu Wei Sect tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile.

The Fire of Life in his eyes quietly extinguished.