Chapter 988: 647 Chapter Assassination_2 Chapter 988: 647 Chapter Assassination_2 *The Evil Formation Master, slowly recovering from the “madness” brought on by drinking Blood Wine, found his Divine Sense hovering between clarity and obscurity as he prepared to look toward the Yuan Magnetic Core.*
Suddenly, a chill pierced his chest.
Looking down, he saw the tip of a blade protruding from his chest.
At the same time, a surge of wind-based spiritual power transformed into fragmented blades within his chest, exploding and shredding apart the flesh and veins at his heart.
*The Evil Formation Master felt a bone-chilling coldness seeping into his soul.*
*Assassination!!*
*He couldn’t believe it.*
*In this remote mountain’s celestial grotto, hidden deep within the isolated peak’s Demon’s Cave, inside the confidential Sacrificial Demon Hall, within the most classified Yuan Magnetic Chamber…*
*Someone was actually assassinating him?!*
*How could this be possible?!*
But the blade’s tip piercing his chest, the heart-wrenching agony, and the overwhelming presence of the cultivator behind him made it clear—this was an irrefutable reality.
And the assassin wasn’t just any ordinary cultivator; it was a powerful Golden Core Cultivator!
“Death!”
*Panic surged through the Evil Formation Master’s heart.*
He wanted to shout aloud.
A pale, slender hand clamped tightly around his throat.
The hand was imbued with intense spiritual power, pressing against his windpipe and rendering him utterly mute.
The Evil Formation Master’s eyes widened in terror.
In that fleeting moment, he bit down on his tongue tip, using the blood to stimulate his Divine Sense, ensuring his mind remained clear.
Simultaneously, his eyes turned crimson, grotesquely morphing to resemble the eerie, distorted eye floating in the alcohol of his wine jar.
An unknown scarlet Divine Sense began spreading throughout the room…
*Divine Sense Evil Art!*
But before the scarlet consciousness could fully radiate, a steel rod landed with a thunderous *clang* directly on his skull.
Gu An remembered Mo Hua’s instructions—to strike the Evil Formation Master on the head without hesitation at the first sign of any strange activity in his Divine Sense.
The iron rod struck the Evil Formation Master so hard it left his scalp numb and trembling.
Gu An, having undergone Body Refinement, possessed immense physical strength.
The Evil Formation Master, not being a Body Cultivator, was utterly unprepared to withstand such a blow.
Blood flowed freely from the top of his head as waves of paralyzing pain coursed through his body.
His Divine Sense faltered abruptly.
The blood-soaked Divine Sense Evil Art, which he had barely started to cast, was interrupted immediately.
Yet moments later, the residual scarlet Divine Thought power borrowed from the blood-red eyes began reawakening his consciousness.
Hiding one hand within his sleeve, he reached covertly for the Letter Token using an inconspicuous gesture.
*He felt smug, certain his movements had gone unnoticed.*
Just then, a crisp voice rang out:
“Hand!”
The Evil Formation Master barely had time to react before a sharp pain erupted in his arm.
Gu An swung his rod again, smashing the Evil Formation Master’s arm, sending the Letter Token flying to the ground.
The Evil Formation Master, unwilling to accept defeat, reached out with his other hand toward his Storage Bag.
That damned voice echoed once more:
“The other one!”
Before the words had even finished, Gu An swung his rod once more, breaking the Evil Formation Master’s other arm.
*Anger and shock flared within the Evil Formation Master.*
*It felt as though every move he made was anticipated.*
*Damn it all!*
*Rage ignited in the depths of his soul.*
Just as he tried to move, his body froze. He realized he had been paralyzed.
Threads of venom had already seeped from Gu Changhuai’s blade into the Evil Formation Master’s bloodstream, spreading relentlessly through his body with every beat of his heart.
*Poison?!*
*They even used poison?!*
*A Golden Core assassinating a Foundation Establishment cultivator—and they still resort to poison?*