Chapter 325: Wildly Abusing the Ball Recipient

Xu Xiaoshou closed his eyes tightly, his body trembling.

"How long have you been watching me? Five days?"

"No wonder I've felt so uneasy these past few days."

Hong Gou adjusted his mask and chuckled softly. "You're quite calm. You must have faced many assassinations before, grown accustomed to it?"

"You must be a genius, otherwise no one would pay such a high price to kill you."

"Geniuses are all so clever."

"You're stalling for time... Have you called for help? Is it another Wangzuo? Someone from your Linggong, like an elder or the dean?"

From behind the mask, his eyes gleamed with a faint smile, his voice gentle yet undeniably firm.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart skipped a beat.

His tactic of stalling had been seen through. Before he could say more, a message suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Under stealth attack, passive value: 1."

Even with his Agility at the Zongshi level, Xu Xiaoshou had no time to react.

Hong Gou struck without any warning, the scent of death spreading instantly and enveloping everything.

Clang—

A sharp metallic ring echoed as a black dagger soared into the air.

Xu Xiaoshou clutched his chest, his body pierced and sent flying backward!

Despite his Toughness, the thunderous blow still tore his flesh apart, sending him crashing away.

Toughness wasn't invincible.

Xu Xiaoshou knew that if the enemy's attack exceeded his limits, he would be finished!

But Hong Gou, who had intended a fatal strike, was stunned.

He never left his enemies any chance to breathe, even if they were at the Xiantian level.

Yet, with nearly seventy percent of his strength, his attack had been repelled?

What kind of body was this?

Hong Gou was completely shocked!

"A Zongshi body?"

He wore an expression of utter disbelief. Even after years in the assassin trade and killing countless geniuses, he had never seen someone so young with a Zongshi body!

He shook his hand.

The arm holding the dagger had been twisted from the impact, with faint signs of a fracture—something unimaginable for Hong Gou.

How could a mere Xiantian level injure him?

With a crack, he twisted his arm back into place, his eyes locking onto Xu Xiaoshou once more.

"What kind of Lingji is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou hunched over, the near-fatal chest wound severely injuring him. But under the effect of Shengsheng Buxi, he was already recovering rapidly.

He didn't show it, maintaining a pained expression as he covered the now-healed wound, using the blood to hide the truth.

His earlier hypothesis had proven true—as long as the opponent didn't kill him in one hit, even if it was a Wangzuo, his recovery ability was astonishing.

Yet, he still didn't dare to counterattack.

Because he knew it would be pointless!

How strong could his attacks be? Could he kill the other in one blow?

This was a Wangzuo!

And just thinking about it, that casual strike was surely not Hong Gou's full power.

If he charged recklessly, he might never see another sunrise.

"This isn't a Lingji; it's a talent."

Xu Xiaoshou followed Hong Gou's words, his voice trembling. "I'm sure you've figured it out—I really do have a Zongshi body..."

Another dagger flew out in an instant, giving Xu Xiaoshou no time to react, striking straight for his forehead.

Boom!

Xu Xiaoshou was blasted away.

His body soared through the air, but before it could reach its peak speed, it halted midair, as if colliding with an invisible barrier.

"Jieyu..."

Xu Xiaoshou's face was covered in blood, his heart filled with despair.

Hong Gou was too ruthless, not giving him any opening at all—he was clearly an experienced assassin!

Xu Xiaoshou had heard of this invisible barrier before.

Jieyu was a personal realm that only Wangzuo experts could cultivate, a small world where the master was an invincible god.

Based on their profound understanding of Tian Dao, the master of the Jieyu could manipulate nearly everything within it.

Xu Xiaoshou realized he had been drawn into Hong Gou's Jieyu, possibly from the moment he bumped into that disheveled old man.

Because after that, his mind had been restless, completely out of his control.

That was the sign of Tian Dao interference!

"Is it over..."

Xu Xiaoshou's body went limp, falling from the air.

Clink!

The dagger, also repelled by Xu Xiaoshou, traced a perfect arc and landed with him.

Hong Gou touched his mask, seemingly deep in thought.

"Interesting."

"Your Zongshi body seems to be more than just an ordinary one. That special rebound force—is it a Lingji?"

"Or is it your innate bloodline power?"

Curious, he stepped forward and instantly appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou, then squatted down.

Suddenly, a black shadow shot out from Xu Xiaoshou's chest, thrusting straight at Hong Gou.

Yet, at such close range, Hong Gou twisted his body and flicked his hand, sending the black sword flying away.

Buzz—

The sword Zang Ku let out a piercing wail, its weakness as a tenth-grade Lingjian fully exposed.

Even with its black sheath, and Hong Gou only giving it a light flick, Zang Ku seemed on the verge of shattering!

Xu Xiaoshou's heart tightened. The sword breaking wasn't the issue.

What mattered was that Hong Gou's reaction speed left him no opportunity at all!

"Heh, trying to ambush me?"

Hong Gou chuckled lightly, reaching out to grasp Xu Xiaoshou's head, his voice cold.

"Kid, you're too slow!"

With that, he lifted Xu Xiaoshou by the head and slammed it down toward the ground.

A deep crater formed instantly, but as expected, the young man's body bounced right back up.

Hong Gou laughed, his eyes gleaming with a manic excitement.

"Interesting, so interesting!"

"Ha ha ha, how can you be this interesting!"

His eyes widened as if he'd found an unbelievable toy. He seized Xu Xiaoshou's rebounding head and slammed it down again.

The figure bounced up.

Hong Gou went wild, laughing maniacally.

"This is too much fun! How can a person have an attribute like this—rebound? Shockwave?"

"Are you even human? Ha ha ha... You're just a ball!"

Thud, thud, thud—

Bloody splatters erupted from the ground as Xu Xiaoshou was helpless to resist. He wanted to fight back, but his body's strength was completely suppressed.

Hong Gou's Tian Dao restraint was terrifying, locking him in place entirely.

He was like a plaything, repeatedly smashed down and flung up by the masked man...

"Ugh!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even spit out the blood in his mouth; it choked back down.

His vision darkened, and he could barely see anything anymore.

The world spun in a haze of dizziness.

Was this the power of a Wangzuo?

Xu Xiaoshou's lips felt bitter. The opponent hadn't even tried hard; he was just toying around. Yet, all of Xu Xiaoshou's trump cards were useless.

Life was like a joke, suddenly hurtling toward its end.

He slowly closed his eyes.