Chapter 1000: Memory Plunder

Swoosh!

The three demon assassins struck at the same moment. Their moves were swift and merciless. Even a king-tier expert, if caught off guard in such an ambush, would be killed instantly without a chance to react.

Yet just as the daggers were about to pierce Ling Feng's body, his eyes suddenly opened.

A trace of mockery flickered in his gaze.

This human commander had already known they were coming.

The assassins had placed absolute trust in their concealment skills. Ordinarily, not even a Human Emperor could have noticed them. How could a mere Spiritual Element Realm commander see through their hidden approach?

The three assassins felt a shiver run through their eyelids. But the bow was drawn, and the arrow had to fly!

Slash!

The daggers thrust toward Ling Feng without hesitation. Even if they had been discovered, what did it matter? A single Spiritual Element Realm martial practitioner could not possibly survive a combined strike from three master assassins.

There was no chance of survival!

None at all!

The daggers drove forward with ruthless force. They tore through Ling Feng's robe and stabbed at his flesh.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Three crisp sounds rang out. The daggers snapped cleanly as if they had struck tempered steel.

"How is this possible?"

The assassins froze. Each dagger was a top-grade spiritual artifact, yet they shattered like rotten wood.

They could not have known that Ling Feng's body had been tempered twice by thunder and refined through the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art and the Chaotic Bloodline. With so many layers of fortification, his flesh had become monstrously resilient.

If he had truly been unprepared, perhaps he might have been wounded. But with the Boundless Vision watching every move, no one could approach him without being seen.

"Retreat!"

Their strike had failed. Without hesitation, the three assassins turned to flee.

An assassin's way lay in striking the unaware. Once exposed, there was no reason to linger.

"Trying to run?"

Ling Feng let out a cold laugh and snapped his fingers.

Click!

Shouts and battle cries erupted outside the tent.

Soldiers swarmed in from all sides, surrounding Ling Feng's camp so tightly that not even a breeze could slip through.

Heaven and earth offered the three assassins no path to escape.

Xu Zhongda, Huo Yuanyi, Li Bufan, Mo Feng...

One general after another appeared. This entire scene had unfolded exactly as Ling Feng planned.

"

Haha,

General Ling really does plan for everything!"

Xu Zhongda gripped his large sword and laughed. "So it was you bastards who killed over ten of our generals one by one!"

"Blood must pay for blood. None of you are leaving alive!"

As more human soldiers closed in, the assassins exchanged a look of grim resolve. They moved as one to bite down on the poison sacs hidden in their mouths.

Every assassin carried the resolve to die. If they failed and were captured, they would end their own lives rather than fall into enemy hands.

But before their teeth could crush the poison, a piercing pain shot through their minds. It felt like fine needles stabbing straight through their skulls. Their bodies shuddered violently. Foam spilled from their mouths as they collapsed to the ground.

"Do you think you can die without my permission?"

A flicker of gold passed through Ling Feng's eyes and vanished.

Just as the assassins tried to end themselves, he unleashed the Terrifying Gaze and froze them where they lay.

The generals nearby saw Ling Feng's eyes flicker and the assassins fall motionless. They could not help but marvel at the secret art he wielded.

Ling Feng stepped forward. He grabbed one assassin by the collar and slapped him so hard his teeth scattered across the ground. His voice turned icy. "Now that you are in my hands, your life and death are no longer yours to command."

He tossed the man aside and turned to Xu Zhongda. "Commander Xu, take the other two captives away and keep them under strict guard. As for this one, I will question him myself."

"Yes, General!"

Xu Zhongda agreed at once, his face alight with excitement.

This was the first time the human army had captured demon assassins alive so easily. Although this clash did not take place on the battlefield, it was still a clean and satisfying victory.

"Good. Everyone else, get some rest. Tomorrow we march for Blackwater Plains as planned!"

Ling Feng's tone was calm. His eyes rested on the toothless assassin at his feet.

There was still much to be gained from a living captive.

Soon, only Ling Feng and the lone assassin remained inside the tent.

Even among assassins, Ling Feng could tell at a glance that this one had led the other two. His memories would hold the most value.

"

Bah!

"

The assassin spat a mouthful of bloody saliva and cursed. "You filthy human vermin, you will never get a word out of me!"

"Speak? Who said I need to ask?"

Ling Feng's lips curved into a faint smile. His eyes locked onto the assassin's. "Look at my eyes."

The assassin felt as if an unseen force seized him. Against his will, he stared straight into Ling Feng's pupils.

What eyes those were. Within the depths of his black pupils, eerie runes shifted and flowed. They carried a strange power that pulled at the very soul.

In that instant of eye contact, the assassin's mind plunged into blankness.

He felt every memory he owned laid bare and turned over without mercy. Even long-buried fragments rose from the darkness and surfaced one by one.

A hoarse scream burst from his throat.

"

Ahh

—"

"No—"

His body convulsed as he shrieked in agony. He tried to fight back with his own spiritual consciousness, but Ling Feng's willpower matched that of an emperor. He could not resist at all.

In no time, the assassin fell limp to the floor. His eyes bulged and blood vessels burst red across the whites. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Under Ling Feng's brutal Memory Plunder, the assassin's soul essence shattered. He died in unimaginable pain.

The third divine inscription of the Human Dao Eye granted him the power of Memory Plunder. It came in two forms. The first guided the victim gently, coaxing memories out slowly, which left the target alive.

The second was what Ling Feng now used. It forced open the victim's soul, ripped the memories out, and guaranteed the target's death.

Ling Feng lowered his hand and closed the corpse's eyes without a ripple in his heart.

Perhaps this method seemed cruel, but from the moment these demons stepped onto human lands, they were invaders and enemies.

Ling Feng never showed mercy to an enemy!