Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 50: An Assassination

As the dagger shot toward Han Leu, the cheers that had just erupted froze mid-air as if the entire world had suddenly forgotten how to breathe and move. Time itself seemed to break unnaturally, the rising noise collapsing into suffocating silence as countless eyes widened in horror.

Lin Xiaotian’s expression changed instantly as a sharp chill ran down his spine, his instincts screaming danger as he tried to shout a warning before the attack landed. His lips parted, but no sound came out in time, and in that fleeting moment, he already understood the truth.

Too fast... There’s no way he dodges that.

In that single breath of stillness, everyone present had already accepted the same conclusion and even hope itself seemed to falter under the weight of inevitability. The scene felt frozen in place, as if the world itself had paused to witness the moment of death.

Then a sharp metallic clang exploded through the silence, tearing apart the suffocating stillness with overwhelming force as the sound echoed across the battlefield.

The dagger slammed into a radiant golden barrier, sparks scattering violently as a shimmering shield manifested around Han Leu’s body with absolute precision. The impact rippled outward in visible distortions, bending the surrounding air before fading away as if nothing had happened.

Lin Xiaotian’s eyes narrowed immediately as his focus locked onto the fading traces of energy, his mind already racing to understand what he had just witnessed. He clearly saw a thin golden paper fragment disintegrating into dust, its glow fading away as though it had never existed.

A talisman and not a cheap one either.

Understanding clicked into place almost instantly, the answer forming before he could even question it further as his gaze sharpened slightly. This was not something ordinary cultivators could casually carry around.

High-grade... and it activated automatically.

No Qi input at all... He def does have some high level resources.

Before anyone could properly react, the attacker moved again, his decision immediate and without hesitation as he attempted to escape the moment the strike failed. The cloaked figure twisted sharply, his body blending into the shadows as he tried to vanish without leaving a trace behind.

But hesitation, even for a fraction of a second, was enough to turn retreat into a fatal mistake at this level of combat. He had not expected failure, and that single miscalculation slowed him just enough.

Han Leu’s gaze turned cold as killing intent surfaced without restraint, his composure remaining steady despite the attack that should have ended his life moments ago. A sharp hum resonated through the air as his sword qi erupted outward, slicing forward with ruthless precision.

The attack tore through space itself, carrying a sharp, piercing force as it closed in on the retreating figure with terrifying speed. The cloaked man barely managed to evade in time, his body twisting violently as he avoided a direct hit.

Barely.

The sword qi brushed past him with merciless sharpness, missing a killing blow by the narrowest margin while still leaving behind undeniable damage. A deep gash tore across his thigh as blood spilled instantly, his movement faltering as pain finally caught up to him.

The silence shattered at once as the crowd erupted into chaos, shock and confusion spreading rapidly as voices rose without direction or control. The situation had already spiraled far beyond what anyone had anticipated.

Before anything could settle, two more figures emerged abruptly, their presence heavy and oppressive as if the air itself had grown denser around them. Both released the aura of low Golden Core cultivators, their pressure spreading outward like an invisible tide.

Standing between them, the injured attacker no longer concealed his strength and allowed his aura to surge freely into the surroundings. A high Golden Core presence erupted from him, instantly establishing the imbalance of power.

Lin Xiaotian’s pupils shrank slightly as his thoughts began racing rapidly, trying to piece together the reason behind such an overwhelming ambush. Three Golden Core experts appearing together was not something that could be explained casually.

What the hell...? For a beast corpse...? No, that’s impossible.

This kind of lineup... this is planned.

Just as his thoughts began forming a clearer conclusion, a loud and arrogant laugh echoed across the battlefield, cutting cleanly through the chaos like a blade. The sound carried a sense of control, as if everything that had happened so far was nothing more than a performance.

"Heh... what a disappointing display."

The voice was sharp and mocking, filled with an unmistakable sense of superiority as another figure stepped forward into view. His robes were lavish and intricately embroidered, faintly shimmering under the light as he revealed himself without urgency.

His posture remained relaxed, almost casual, as if the unfolding battle held no real threat in his eyes and was merely something to observe. There was no tension in his movements, only quiet confidence.

Lin Xiaotian turned toward him slowly, his brows furrowing as confusion surfaced clearly within his gaze while he tried to understand this sudden shift. The situation had already been strange, but this pushed it further.

Yan Feng’s expression changed instantly the moment he saw the man, his usual composure breaking as shock appeared openly in his eyes. Recognition struck him without warning, and the name slipped out before he could stop himself.

"Yan Chuan?!"

Lin Xiaotian’s gaze sharpened immediately as the pieces fell into place, the confusion from earlier dissolving into something far more serious. The situation had just escalated beyond a simple ambush into something far more deliberate and dangerous. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

So that’s how it is... This wasn’t random at all.

Yan Chuan then spoke again, his voice carrying an unmistakable arrogance as if the entire situation had already fallen under his control without resistance. "You dared to make me lose face that day, and the heavens truly favor me by letting me catch all of you gathered together like this."

He let out a low laugh, his gaze sweeping across the group before settling on Han Leu and Yan Feng with open mockery and disdain. "You, your so-called uncle-master, and every one of your fellow brothers and sisters will die here today, unless I decide to show mercy and let my followers enjoy a few of you first."

His eyes lingered deliberately on several of the female disciples, his intentions laid bare without the slightest attempt at concealment or shame. The meaning behind his words was clear enough that even the naivest among them could not misunderstand it.

Yan Feng’s expression darkened instantly as killing intent surged uncontrollably within his gaze, while Lin Xiaotian’s face also turned cold as a heavy silence settled over him. The sheer audacity of this man, daring to speak such filth so openly, was enough to ignite anger even in someone who preferred calculation over impulse.

This bastard...He really thinks he’s already won.

At the same time, the reality of the situation pressed down heavily on Lin Xiaotian’s mind, forcing him to suppress the rising anger and focus instead on what truly mattered. Han Leu was already exhausted from the earlier battle, and facing three Golden Core experts in that condition was far from ideal.

Before he could even finish that line of thought, more auras began to emerge from the surroundings, each one adding another layer of pressure onto the already tense battlefield. Fifteen Core Formation cultivators revealed themselves one after another, followed closely by twenty Foundation Establishment experts who stepped forward without hesitation.

The atmosphere shifted instantly as the balance of power tilted further, the encirclement now complete with no obvious path of escape remaining for them. What had already been a dangerous situation had now turned into something far closer to a calculated execution.

Lin Xiaotian let out a soft, almost mocking chuckle as he took in the overwhelming lineup standing before them, his expression carrying a hint of disdain despite the situation. To an outsider, it might have seemed like resignation or even despair.

Three Golden Core, fifteen Core Formation, and twenty Foundation Establishment... What a lineup they really came prepared to kill.

But beneath that outward reaction, his eyes remained sharp and steady, calculations already spinning rapidly within his mind as possibilities formed and collapsed in an instant. The situation was dire, but even if there was a sliver of opportunity, he had no intention of simply accepting defeat.