Chapter 8 Unknown assailant

The door to the house had shattered and some men in black walked in.

"Are you sure this is his place?" The one who had spoken, had a red rope around his clothes, and he held a sword.

"This was what Master Zhong told us. One of our watchers had sensed a small hint of his aura around this area." Another person answered.

The red-roped man sighed. "We have been to all the houses in this street and I even killed someone thinking he was the one. We can't make that mistake again." He gripped his sword tightly.

"Yes boss. However, I am sure of this. This is the place. I can sense the cultivation energy." The man confirmed as he looked around.

"You are right, but it looks so empty, let's go up." The roped man answered.

Sylvester sighed. He was careless. He'd have to move Emily out of here soon.

Good thing she wasn't around today, if not it would have been worse.

His muscles tensed, and the urge to test his skills quickened, but to get rid of these people, he had to be smart.

"Come here, all the doors are locked except this." One of the men said he was talking to a man on the schedule.

"Keep quiet, you have to see the kind of foods they keep in here. These peeps must be loaded." He chuckled to himself and at that moment, Sylvester marked his victim and he moved him.

While the other assassins went upstairs, the other guy remained in the kitchen, taking out whatever he could fit into his pockets.

"I don't think you should be doing that." Sylvester's voice echoed, walking closer.

The man thought it was his friends so he chuckled, "Don't worry, if they find out. I can easily kill them off. If the guy has a wife, maybe I'd have a little fun with her, heh. Taking her for a playtoy would be good too." The man muttered loudly, revealing his true intentions.

Sylvester's eyes darkened, "You'd regret those words."

The man was confused, why was his friend so riled up? "Why are you being personal?" He turned back and his eyes widened.

"What the..." Before he could complete his sentence, Sylvester moved, faster than the movement of the man's eyes. His initial goal was instant death but he realised it would be a lot more complicated, especially if he had to clean up the mess, or what if Emily found out.

Sylvester tensed the tendons in his fingers, making it to be as hard as wood, and with precision, he struck the neck of the man in black.

Without any delay, the man's eyes went to the back of his head and he fell unconscious.

Sylvester looked back hoping no one had seen him. He was still safe, searching through the man's body and he realised that they were using some kind of weapons.

"Mana Weapon uhn? I didn't realise there were new creations." Sylvester was talking to himself. If there were mana weapons, it means that the other nations would have new ways to take control.

Sylvester brought out his phone, after pushing the unconscious man aside. "I have to send this to Kathrina. This could change a lot of things."

"Hey guys, I found him." Someone called from behind Sylvester, he had not been watching his back.

"Damn, he took down Sirius. You think he's that good." One of them asked.

The red-roped man moved forward, and Sylvester could sense that he was the strongest among them. His aura was breath-taking.

"No. He was sneaky. If he was strong enough, he wouldn't have needed to take us out one by one." The red-roped man took out his sword and swung it with precision so that it created a sound in the air.

He moved, calling to his minions behind him. "Let's attack him at once."

Sylvester held his ground. The wonderful thing about his cultivation is that with the level of warrior, he was able to harness the power of a higher cultivation level due to his familiarity.

"Come at me." Sylvester instantly vanished, moving out of the kitchen.

"What the heck? I thought the informant said he was still a beginner warrior." the red-roped man frowned, but he was still able to grab a whiff of where Sylvester had moved to.

"Doesn't matter. He's still weak. Once we kill him, we would have the next step to winning this terrible war."

Sylvester had moved out of the house to the backyard, if he fought in the kitchen, his wife would have a huge problem to put up with.

"Now we have a lot of space to work with." A grin appeared on Sylvester's face. He had not fought like this in a while, and he was ever ready to get to test his skills.

"Don't underestimate me. The cultivation world is not for youngsters like you, and once we are done with you. You'd regret being born." The red-roped man moved with no delay, targeting his sword to Sylvester.

However, Sylvester had other plans. He wanted to get rid of the small fries first, before going for the big boss.

So he moved, escaping the pointy sword of death, and appeared beside the other men.

With a wave of his hand, he dug two daggers, which were the weapons of the man he had previously killed. He dug them into the sides of their necks and that was the end.

"Now, it's just me and you. My wife will be returning soon so I want to get this over with." There was a grin across Sylvester's face. It had been a while since he got into the killing business and the adrenaline was coursing through his veins.

"How dare you?" The face of the red-roped man had turned ashen and he was filled with hate.

"Maybe it's time I take this seriously." With that sentence, he activated something and the blade of his sword blazed.

Sylvester focused, he had to end this quickly and there was no time for holding back.

"Since you are so serious. I guess I have to be serious too." At the sound of Sylvester's voice, the air around the place thickened and space seemed to clump together.

The fire on the sword of the red-roped was instantly snuffed out and cold sweat ran down his back.

Sylvester was merely borrowing the aura of his prime and it worked exactly as he planned it to be.

With fear in the heart of the man, he began to see different things and he inwardly cursed.

"I thought that the informant said this man was weak. This is far from weak. This is almost the aura of that man I faced in the battle years back."

In the blink of an eye, Sylvester moved, and the red-roped man saw his head being severed from his body, and a yellow liquid pooled under him.

"I'm not going to kill you yet. Tell me who sent you and I may spare your life." Sylvester uttered, the grip around his blade tightened.

At the end, and to protect the safety of his family, he would eventually have to kill them all.