They only saw the six dazzling shafts of yellow light, yet they completely missed the fact that the person before them couldn't possibly exert the mighty pressure associated with a Di Xuan realm master.

However, the despair and terror that welled up in their hearts caused the six men to freeze for a split second, but it was precisely this moment of distraction that utterly sealed their fates!

Jun Xie released the dazzling, light-infused Golden Coin Darts precisely because he had calculated this very moment! An excellent assassin excels at discerning the opponent's state of mind; he was certain that these six, when faced with an overwhelmingly superior master, would inevitably be thrown into disarray! And this fleeting moment of uncertainty was exactly what Jun Xie required!

Several heavily wounded Silver-rank Xuan practitioners suddenly confronting a peak-level Di Xuan expert faced immense fear and bewilderment! It felt almost as if they were offering up their necks for slaughter! These men were already being hunted, so this feeling of utter desolation arrived all the faster.

That sliver of time was precisely what Jun Xie needed!

Had he launched a direct assault earlier, at least three of these six could have dodged Jun Xie’s Golden Coin Darts, because distributing the power across six projectiles would inevitably be less precise than launching a single one! And if even one had survived, Jun Xie would have been in serious trouble. Though injured, any single one of them was more than Jun Xie could handle at the moment.

The reason Little Li's Flying Dagger never missed its mark was simple: each time it was thrown, there was only one!

Jun Xie’s primary focus was naturally the Silver-rank Xuan practitioner; despite his severe injuries, he still posed the greatest threat to Jun Xie! And it was this man who had keenly detected Jun Xie’s presence!

Following the six dazzling Golden Coin Darts, twelve dark glimmers immediately shot forth. But the initial six darts had firmly captured their entire attention, and the overwhelming downpour firmly obstructed their view. Still reeling from the shock, they managed to leap away from the Golden Coin Darts in a wretched scramble at the very last moment. They dared not even use their weapons to block, terrified of injuring their internal organs from the shockwave of this supposed "Di Xuan Master"!

In reality, if a true "Di Xuan Master" had thrown the projectiles, they wouldn't have even seen the yellow light before their lives were forfeit; not even their strongest Silver-rank expert would have been an exception. Sadly, in their state of shock, they completely overlooked this fact.

Although they evaded quickly, two of them still cried out in agony; unable to dodge completely, the Golden Coin Darts lodged quivering in their collarbones, spraying blood as they collapsed. Even as they fell, those struck assumed they were already dead: Struck by the thunderous blow of a Di Xuan Master, what else could a mere Ninth-rank practitioner do but close their eyes and wait for death? Moreover, the dart had lodged right near the throat… Yet they failed to notice the dart had only pierced the collarbone, not severed the trachea!

Four muffled groans of agony erupted almost simultaneously. Following them, the twelve flying knives struck throats or foreheads. Each of the four standing men bore at least two blades, all aimed at vital spots! Disbelief filled their eyes as they clutched the hilts buried in their throats and pitched forward stiffly into the rainwater.

The Silver-rank expert, whom Jun Xie had been taking "special care" of, was in a more tragic state due to his injured body hindering his evasion. Four flying knives were buried in his head and body—plunged deep, right up to the hilt!

Even in death, they could not comprehend: They had clearly evaded that most terrifying, fatal strike, so why were they still hit in the vital areas by the following knives? Against ants like them, once a Di Xuan Master failed an initial strike, shouldn't they uphold their status and refrain from striking again? Why strike twice, why?!

To launch a sneak attack, followed by another ambush against opponents two tiers beneath them—had Di Xuan Masters become so shameless and graceless? The Di Xuan Masters of this world were mostly men who valued their dignity; when had they become so utterly brazen?!

Jun Xie, the supposed "Di Xuan level" master, did not hesitate. He shot forward like lightning, snatching a flying knife from the forehead of a corpse as he moved. Without pausing his stride, he took two steps as one, darting to the side of the two men who had first fallen. He reversed his wrist, pulling the knife upward, and plunged it fiercely toward the heart!

Although these two men had also sustained serious injuries, they were not instantly fatal. Even now, though terrified and disoriented, they retained some fighting capability. An enemy with fighting capability could not be spared! The lesson from his past life—the final moment—was Jun Xie’s best teacher! The only threat neutralized completely was a dead threat! Killing intent surged wildly in Jun Xie’s heart, his expression ice-cold!

Before Jun Xie had even fully plunged the knife held in his right hand, his toe was already pointing outwards, beginning his movement. The instant the knife sank in, he let go, spun towards another man, and lunged forward with a rapid twist of his waist, using his hand as a blade to cleave diagonally across the man’s throat with a sharp crack!

This sequence of movements was swift and dazzling, happening in a blur. Almost as soon as the yellow Golden Coin Darts were thrown, Jun Xie's phantom figure was upon them. As the four screams rang out, Jun Xie had already yanked the flying knife from one man’s head. Before the sound of the four bodies hitting the ground had even fully registered, that knife was plunged into the heart of the remaining survivor, and his other hand was already slicing toward the throat of the second-to-last survivor!

The man stabbed in the heart made no sound, dying instantly!

In that same instant, the cracking sound of the final man’s larynx breaking coincided with the thud of the four corpses hitting the ground!

Only after everything was finished did Jun Xie begin to breathe heavily. Given the physical condition of his current body, executing such high-difficulty maneuvers was exceedingly taxing! The previous Jun Mo Xie had almost hollowed out this physical form; without the previous cleansing of the body and the month of training and recovery, he absolutely could not have survived the series of combat moves just performed.

Yet even so, the time had been too short; it was a complete exertion bordering on overdraft. As soon as his intense focus relaxed, he could no longer sustain the backlash from the strenuous activity. He felt pain everywhere; every bone and sinew in his body felt as if it were about to snap—a pain that pierced his very core and lungs.

The last man sputtered, vomiting a stream of blood that sprayed directly onto Jun Xie’s face. His body flopped like an ingot, both ends pointing up, his eyes fixed on Jun Xie with regret. He hissed, “You… you aren't… Di…” Even at death’s door, he finally realized the truth. The person before him was definitely not some Di Xuan Master!

“Truly an imbecile!” Jun Xie sighed, feeling a flicker of pity for him. “If I were truly a Di Xuan Master, would I need to ambush a few pieces of trash like you?!”

The man made a strange gurgling sound in his throat, his eyes suddenly popping wide open, his face filled with unwillingness and fury! His body arched suddenly; drawing on some unknown reserve of strength, his trembling hand managed to lift, pointing at Jun Xie. He tried to speak but couldn't, only staring fixedly at Jun Xie. After a long moment, he slapped back down onto the ground, convulsed once, and then lay still, his eyes wide open—dying without closure.

He had a breath left, and though his death was certain, he could have held on for a moment longer, not died so abruptly. Who knew that Jun Xie’s single sentence would actually anger him to death!

Jun Xie circled rapidly, retrieving his coin darts and flying knives one by one. Then, without changing his expression, he casually began searching the six bodies, as if rifling through his own pockets, completely unfazed by the six bloody corpses. His past life as an assassin had long ingrained in him the composure to remain steady even if a mountain collapsed before him; Jun Xie had witnessed far greater scenes of carnage…

Finally, he found a small satchel in the possession of the Silver-rank expert. After weighing it in his hand, Jun Xie snatched up the bamboo hat that had fallen nearby, tucked it casually under his arm, and, with a few long strides, rounded the street corner. The torrential rain behind him formed a massive curtain stretching from the sky to the ground, instantly isolating Jun Xie from that bloody scene, creating two separate worlds!