Top Immortal Emperor in the City

Chen Qinghuan didn't want to waste any more time talking nonsense with Heng Yanlin. He waved his palm and gave the order.    

Immediately, the eight assassins behind Chen Qinghuan were like ghosts. Under the cover of the night, they moved extremely fast and did not make any sound. In the blink of an eye, they appeared beside Heng Yanlin and Thirty-Three, surrounding them.    

Seeing the eight assassins rushing towards them, Heng Yanlin turned his shoulder and said to Thirty-Three, "Can you deal with these eight guys?"    

"Ah?"    

Heng Yanlin's sudden words stunned Thirty-Three.    

However, he quickly reacted and shook his head at Heng Yanlin. He opened his mouth and said, "No!"    

"Then, can we delay the time?" Heng Yanlin asked again.    

"This... is a little difficult!"    

"Then is it possible?"    

Heng Yanlin smiled when he heard this. Immediately, his feet gently stepped on the ground. After which, with a 'bang' sound, Heng Yanlin's body shot into the distance and disappeared within the encirclement of these eight assassins.    

By the time these eight assassins reacted, they had already discovered that Heng Yanlin had already walked towards Chen Qinghuan.    

When they saw Heng Yanlin's movement, astonishment was revealed in the eyes of the eight assassins. Immediately, they looked at each other and decided to ignore Heng Yanlin. After all, they were very clear about Heng Yanlin's strength. Therefore, they had to deal with him now. It was thirty-three.    

Thirty-Three looked at the eight black clothed assassins as their gazes focused on him. This caused Thirty-Three's face to be filled with helplessness. After which, she laughed softly, "Everyone, we were all comrades in the past. Attack... can we be a little gentler? Or, wait until your boss and my master decide the victor. Then, you decide whether to fight or not. Do you think it's good?"    

The eight assassins in black agreed with Thirty-Three's proposal in their hearts, but they didn't dare to agree. After all, if Chen Qinghuan survived, then these people would be dead for sure!    

Therefore, they ignored Thirty-Three's words. The eight black-clothed assassins launched fierce attacks at Thirty-Three at the same time.    

When they saw that the eight black-clothed assassins didn't intend to pay any attention to them, the thirty-third assassin felt that... It was truly an extremely helpless matter.    

Thirty-Three could only face the enemy head-on. At the same time, he prayed in his heart that Heng Yanlin would get rid of that old bastard Chen Qinghuan as soon as possible. After all, he could only buy himself some time.    

While thirty-three assassins were fighting against the eight black-clothed assassins, or to be more precise, at the same time they were getting beaten up, Heng Yanlin had already moved in front of Chen Qinghuan.    

Heng Yanlin had his hands behind his back as he looked at Chen Qinghuan in front of him. A faint smile surfaced on his unusually handsome face. The starry eyes under his sword-like eyebrows were filled with dense, cold killing intent. He opened his mouth slightly and said, "Attack. Otherwise, you will not have the chance in a while."    

Chen Qinghuan's aged face became extremely ugly when he heard this. His voice was cold as it sounded from his mouth, "Heng Yanlin, do you really think that you are invincible?"    

When Heng Yanlin heard this, he maintained a gentle smile and replied, "I don't know whether I am invincible or not, but I think it should be more than enough to deal with you."    

"You're courting death!"    

Being provoked and ridiculed by Heng Yanlin made Chen Qinghuan's turbid eyes shoot out a blazing light. Killing intent was revealed in his eyes as he roared furiously. At the same time, he also took a step forward.    

"Bang!"    

The ground shook and dust surged. Chen Qinghuan circulated the spiritual energy in his body and quickly weaved through his meridians. Finally, it gathered in his palm. Then, he clenched his five fingers and forcefully slapped in Heng Yanlin's direction.    

"Spiritual Demon Fist!"    

"Boom!!"    

Billowy spiritual energy surged out from Chen Qinghuan's fist and transformed into a Spirithorn that emitted a powerful demonic aura. It was like a demonic beast from the ancient era. It was extremely ferocious as it charged at Heng Yanlin.    

One had to admit that Chen Qinghuan's strength was indeed very powerful. Furthermore, he didn't intend to underestimate Heng Yanlin. He went all out the moment he attacked.    

Heng Yanlin sensed the devil might surging on this Spiritual Rhino's body. An expression of surprise surfaced on his handsome face. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This Chen Qinghuan indeed had some ability to become a Heaven Grade assassin of the Assassin Alliance.    

"However, if it's just this little strength, it's wishful thinking to try and pinch me."    

Heng Yanlin thought in his mind. At the same time, he raised his palm slightly. He clenched his five fingers, and a terrifying force erupted from his body. A low and deep voice rolled out like muffled thunder from his throat. Immediately, the sound of beans being fried resounded within his body. Wave after wave of Qi and blood surged out like a tidal wave. All of them gathered onto Heng Yanlin's fist.    

At that instant, Heng Yanlin's blood and Qi surged to the sky, like a war god, and he threw a punch at Lingxi.    

"Rumble!"    

A thunder-like collision sound resounded in the void. Following which, a mournful horn sound was emitted from Lingxi's mouth. Immediately, it emitted a dazzling light and disappeared into the void.    

When Chen Qinghuan saw this, his eyes widened as the emotions in his heart exploded. He cried out in horror: "How is this possible?!"    

Yes, how is this possible?!    

One punch and his spiritual technique exploded, this was too inconceivable, right?    

Furthermore, chen Qinghuan could clearly see that Heng Yanlin had only used the power of his Qi and blood. He hadn't even used his Qi!    

"Demon Palm of Burning Wind!"    

Chen Qinghuan didn't want to believe it. He circulated his Qi once again and struck out with his palm.    

At this time, it was once again It formed a scorching hot hurricane that swept towards Heng Yanlin, as if it was going to burn his body to ashes.    

Heng Yanlin smiled faintly. He did not show any emotional fluctuations because of this. Instead, he continued to raise his palm, gathering a strong qi and blood energy before slapping forward.    

Immediately, a thick Qi and blood energy surged out from Heng Yanlin's palm, forming a red palm that was three meters in size. After that, it slammed towards the hurricane, as if it wanted to shatter it.    

However, when Chen Qinghuan saw this scene, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, forming a strange smile.