Ghost Moon Pavilion.
Ghost Moon Pavilion is the largest assassin organization on the Star Continent. It has branches in every region of the Central Plains Nine Territories and occupies an extremely large share on the Star Continent.
It can almost be said that wherever there are people, there is the existence of Ghost Moon Pavilion.
And the only thing Ghost Moon Pavilion does is kill people for money.
Not to mention killing people, as long as the money is sufficient, Ghost Moon Pavilion dares to make a move even against a dynasty or power!
Therefore, as soon as Ghost Moon Pavilion is mentioned, everyone is frightened.
At this time, under the dark windy night sky, a fiery light descended in the central plaza of the huge Ghost Moon Pavilion in the Desolate Ancient City.
"What wind blew you here, Bei Xuan the Saint?"
A cold laugh sounded, and the killing intent could be seen in the laughter.
A middle-aged man walked out from behind Bei Xuan, dressed in robes with a grim icy mask on his face, with a black moon embroidered on the mask.
This person was none other than the pavilion master of Ghost Moon Pavilion in Desolate Ancient City, Gui Jue.
Although he was middle-aged, Ghost Moon Pavilion had never valued talent, only the number of people you’ve killed.
Although pavilion master Gui Jue had average talent and was only at the ninth stage of the Star Chasm Realm, the talented arrogant sons of heaven that had died by his hands were not rare, and he had killed countless people.
Therefore, every word and action of his emitted a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down one's spine.
Bei Xuan slowly turned around and looked at Gui Jue, "I want you to kill someone."
"Oh?" Gui Jue let out a cold laugh.
"I may know who it is." After all, the incident just now caused quite a stir, and even Gui Jue noticed such a vortex of star power, he just wouldn't make a move to kill without payment.
"Mm," Bei Xuan nodded. "You name the price."
"I heard about this person. He just arrived today yet caused so much trouble, he surely isn't from some ordinary power."
It doesn't take a genius to figure out, comprehending the Great Rock Formation in seconds, breaking Chen Wu Kong's limbs, then directly looting the Luotian Holy Palace's treasure vault, such a person can only be a monster from a major power.
"The price for this won't be low," Gui Jue smiled.
Bei Xuan said coldly, "No matter how much, just name your price."
Gui Jue let out a loud laugh. "How about 100,000 star stones?"
Hearing this, Bei Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. 100,000 star stones were worth over a billion gold coins. Let alone killing someone at the Star Swirl Realm, even killing a ninth stage Star Chasm Realm cultivator would not be excessive.
"What, does Bei Xuan the Saint find it expensive?"
"Well there's no other way, that's the price to kill this person." Killing people for money was Ghost Moon Pavilion's business, of course they wouldn't let themselves suffer losses but would earn as much as possible.
Bei Xuan gritted his teeth, "Then so be it."
Bei Xuan took out a blue card, "Here's 50,000 star stones as the deposit."
Gui Jue directly accepted it.
Gui Jue let out a cold laugh, his words carrying layers of killing intent, "Don't worry, as long as the money is in place, this matter will be handled by our Ghost Moon Pavilion."
When it came to killing people and finding people, Ghost Moon Pavilion was first-class, after all it was their livelihood.
"Mm," Bei Xuan said while standing on the Fire Winged Bird, "I hope to see this person's corpse within a month at most. If you can kill him tonight, I'm willing to double the price."
Gui Jue suddenly laughed, "Our Ghost Moon Pavilion has never failed before, Bei Xuan the Saint can rest assured."
Bei Xuan flew away.
At this time, Gui Jue whistled, and in an instant, dozens of black-clothed masked assassins appeared before Gui Jue and knelt down halfway.
There were about thirty people here, each with the strength of the Star Chasm Realm, and there were even some at the fifth and sixth stage of the Star Chasm Realm, though these people were all slightly older in age.
"Pavilion Master," they said in unison.
Gui Jue nodded. "You all heard that right."
Gui Jue's eyes narrowed slightly, cold killing intent bursting out.
"Go kill that brat..."
"Remember to keep the corpse intact."
"Yes!"
As the words fell, one figure after another swept out like sharp swords, all rising into the air and entering the Ancient Desolate Danger Zone.
......
At this time, Ye Xiu had already arrived at the waterfall.
The roaring water splashed. Ye Xiu directly found the rock he had sat on before, took out a rope, and tied Chen Wu Kong up firmly.
After tying up Chen Wu Kong, Ye Xiu immediately left, leaving only Chen Wu Kong screaming there.
"Help!"
......
Not long after, a Fire Winged Bird landed, and many strong experts from Ghost Moon Pavilion arrived.
After saving Chen Wu Kong, Bei Xuan looked coldly at him.
To be honest, if Chen Wu Kong wasn't the beloved grandson of Elder Taishang, he really hated Chen Wu Kong now and wished he could kill him directly.
If not for him, how could Luotian Holy Palace be so humiliated.
And all the treasures obtained in the past eight months were lost!
"Where did that brat go?" a black clothed man behind Bei Xuan asked.
Chen Wu Kong babbled incoherently, clearly frightened out of his wits.
Chen Wu Kong pointed in one direction.
Everyone's expressions changed slightly.
That was the only route to go deeper into the Ancient Desolate Danger Zone, a long narrow valley.
Once through this valley, the dangers inside would be countless times greater.
Let alone the Star Chasm Realm, even Star Sky Realm experts and Star King powerhouses would likely perish inside.
Chen Wu Kong's throat rolled as he said, "He should have passed through the valley by now, hurry and go after him."
"Understood." The black clothed man nodded.
After all, their business was killing people.
Since they had accepted money, no matter how dangerous it was, they had to kill this person.
With that said, the few strode forward and charged towards the valley.
Bei Xuan watched them leave with narrowed eyes, his whole body trembling with anger.
"No matter which power you're from, once you've offended our Luotian Holy Palace, death is your only path!"
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