There are many skilled individuals, some are even experts from Celestial Dao.

Chen Tianlong has already confirmed that this matter is related to the Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall and the Celestial Martial Sect.

Remembering his master’s murder, Chen Tianlong’s eyes turned red, and a fierce intent surged in his heart. He flipped his hand; three silver needles appeared, then he forcefully threw them.

They formed a spherical attack range, the second move in the strongest trilogy of the Soul-Stealing Three Needles. The silver needles from the Third Elder evidently exceeded twenty-seven, but Chen Tianlong didn’t count exactly how many.

After a series of screams, there were about forty to fifty individuals lying on the ground.

Having used the Soul-Stealing Three Needles in previous battles, Chen Tianlong gradually grasped the technique. It turned out that suppressing strength to a certain extent allowed changing the moves of the Soul-Stealing Three Needles.

For example, in the move he just used, he exerted the strength of Celestial Dao one-star, which precisely triggered this all-encompassing attack range. However, compared to the third move, the power was significantly weakened.

The final move is likely meant for breaking defenses.

Only those with Celestial Dao three-star strength can trigger the third move of the Soul-Stealing Three Needles trilogy.

Seeing the dozens of people suddenly falling to the ground, everyone was dumbfounded, hurriedly retreating in fear, while Wu Guangzu saw the opportunity and fled carrying Master Ye Feng.

Chen Tianlong didn’t linger at the foot of the mountain; he dashed straight up the mountain. Seeing Chen Tianlong heading uphill, everyone disregarded the situation at the foot and urgently followed suit.

But their speed couldn’t possibly match Chen Tianlong’s Flying Shoes. In no time, Chen Tianlong disappeared from their view. Some leaders had no choice but to directly call the experts on the mountain to be on alert.

At this moment, sitting in the Assassin Group Hall were experts from five major sects and the Third Elder from the Celestial Pill Sect, including the injured but conscious Ming Dao, altogether seven people.

It was a formidable lineup: five Celestial Dao six-stars, one Celestial Dao five-star, and one injured Celestial Dao one-star. Surely, they were not opponents Chen Tianlong could resist.

But Chen Tianlong was furious; even if it were a dragon’s den or tiger’s lair, he would break through it, see the true faces of these people, and deal with them individually later.

With the astounding speed of the Flying Shoes, Chen Tianlong soon arrived at the Assassin Group courtyard. It was no longer the place he once knew; apart from some former disciples, many servants in various attire appeared.

The most noticeable were, of course, the robes of the Celestial Martial Sect and the white garments of the Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall.

Seeing these, Chen Tianlong became inexplicably angry. After all, this was where he had lived for seven or eight years, like his home, suddenly occupied by others. Anyone would be furious.

"Who is it?"

Suddenly, someone noticed a man abruptly appearing at the courtyard entrance and shouted in fright.

Upon hearing that, other underlings gathered around, though somewhat apprehensive. The reason was simple; someone capable of single-handedly descending from the heavily guarded mountain to this place was certainly a master.

Chen Tianlong scanned the people around him, and suddenly someone recognized him: "That’s Chen Tianlong, Ye Feng’s trusted disciple, everyone catch him."

"Ah? Chen Tianlong?" This name was as renowned as thunder, especially among the Celestial Martial Sect and the Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall. They knew best; most of their senior brothers had basically died or were injured at his hands. It’s evident how formidable he was, beyond their ability to deal with.

"Junior brothers, we were once part of the War Wolf Assassin Group, enduring storms together for over ten years, and Master Ye Feng has treated us well. Why go along with these people, wake up, follow Senior Brother Xiaowu, fight our way out, and reclaim our home." Chen Tianlong still harbored thoughts of taking back the Assassin Group.

Upon hearing this, the disciples pondered. Indeed, Ye Feng was a good master, treating them well on regular days. But then they changed their mind; those who came were Celestial Dao experts, not just one or two, but a whole group. If they rebelled with Chen Tianlong, they might die here tonight.

The Assassin Group brothers were loyal and righteous, but many joined for survival. As long as they had food to eat, it didn’t matter whom they followed.

"Sorry, Senior Brother Xiaowu, we can’t obey. If we followed you, it would be death. For the sake of our past brotherhood, we advise you to leave quickly. There are seven or eight Celestial Dao experts in the hall; you’re no match." A disciple advised.

"Yes, Senior Brother Xiaowu, run quickly; those people are heartless."

"That’s right, hurry and escape!"

The junior brothers urged him one after another.

"Damn it, you’ve all rebelled, haven’t you? Daring to let the enemy escape, wait until my master comes out, you’ll see." Suddenly, a disciple from Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall roared.

"Everyone stop quarreling; I’m no longer part of the Assassin Group, haven’t been your Senior Brother Xiaowu for a long time. So, you’re now my enemies; don’t feign concern." Chen Tianlong said deliberately, worried those people might harm the Assassin Group disciples later.

No one spoke; they seemed to sense something unusual.

Just then, a group of people suddenly walked out from the hall, all radiating powerful Qi fluctuations. In a blink, they arrived at the entrance.

"Huh? Isn’t this Chen Tianlong? I was looking for you, didn’t expect you to deliver yourself, saving me the trouble." Shangguan Ba rejoiced seeing Chen Tianlong. If he went alone, he’d be somewhat worried, fearing the kid had some tricks.

But now it was different; with sect leaders and experts from five major sects gathered here, no matter how formidable Chen Tianlong was, it was useless.

"Xiaogu!"

Chen Tianlong suddenly shouted towards the sky, then continued naturally, sneering at Shangguan Ba: "Hmph, let Ming Dao see me; I want to ask him face-to-face if he has any shame."

"Junior Brother Chen Tianlong, you’re looking for me? I’m here."

A person walked out from behind the crowd, this was Chen Tianlong’s senior brother Ming Dao.

After ingesting a Great Rejuvenation Pill, Ming Dao’s life was saved, and his meridians restored significantly. Though he couldn’t fight just yet, with so many experts present, he wasn’t afraid of a Celestial Dao three-star Chen Tianlong.

Looking at the person, Chen Tianlong was seized with anger; he never imagined the normally kind senior brother would become so cold. People change, but this change was too extreme.

"Ming Dao, do you recognize your mistake?" Chen Tianlong coldly exclaimed, his imposing presence reminiscent of interrogating a criminal.

Obviously, Chen Tianlong’s words stunned everyone present; they never thought Chen Tianlong wouldn’t consider fleeing but rather calmly question Ming Dao.