After leaving the Taoist Hall, Alex didn't hurry to his destination. He first stayed at an inn near the base of Mount Longhu for a few days. During this ti, he wandered leisurely through the scenic spots of the mountain, enjoying the experience as an ordinary tourist before finally setting off.
The Wang family wasn't significant enough to disrupt his plans or make him abandon his leisurely tour just to deal with them hastily.
For Alex, these so-called "pests" were secondary; enjoying life was what truly mattered.
With his current level of power, unless he encountered an equal or superior being, he had already achieved a state of invincibility and immortality.
Back in his weaker days, his desire for strength stemd from a longing for a better life and enjoynt. If, after reaching such heights, he abandoned that initial desire and continued to chase power for power's sake, he'd lose his essence.
At that point, he would no longer be the master of his strength but a slave to it.
It was a simple truth, yet countless people throughout history, despite knowing it, fell into this trap.
Moreover, Alex didn't just linger at Mount Longhu for leisure. Another reason was to allow the Wang family ti to prepare and gather their strength.
If he were to launch a surprise attack and they failed to unleash their full power, it would rob him of much of the fun.
After checking out of the inn, Alex began walking toward the Wang family's location.
It didn't take long for him to notice multiple concealed gazes fixed upon him.
Even though these observers tried their best to stay hidden, and despite Alex sealing most of his power to its bare minimum, the residual energy radiating from him was still overwhelming for the weaker individuals in this world.
Effortlessly, Alex located them one by one and swatted them down like flies.
Using nothing more than the sheer power of his physical body—he obliterated them.
With strength dozens of tis greater than the Hulk, he could easily level mountains and part seas. In this world, his might was like an attack from another dinsion.
Alex didn't even need to touch their bodies. A simple wave of his hand generated explosive shockwaves through the air, and the resulting force crushed them into oblivion.
Once he eliminated all of them, Alex resud his journey. The Wang family, clearly shaken, switched to modern technological surveillance to monitor him.
Drones hovered several hundred ters above him, trailing his every step. Their high-definition caras captured his every move, transmitting the footage to a remote location.
But these drones posed no threat to Alex.
When he first arrived in the Marvel Universe, he had already faced off against Colonel Stryker's advanced military forces. Compared to the Marvel Universe's drones, the Wang family's devices were like children's toys.
With a flick of his hand, Alex sent out a few energy pulses, effortlessly destroying the drones.
As he moved forward, the environnt grew increasingly desolate. With no people around, the Wang family's tactics beca more audacious.
Suddenly, Alex raised his hand, halting in his tracks.
When the projectile reached him, he caught it effortlessly between two fingers—a 12.7x99mm bullet.
Looking toward the source, Alex spotted a fully ard assassin lying on a distant hillside. Through binoculars, the assassin stared at Alex in stunned disbelief.
In front of the assassin lay a finely crafted Barrett anti-material sniper rifle.
This Barrett sniper rifle was clearly different from ordinary models. Its body was engraved with various intricate runes, as was the bullet Alex had just caught between his fingers.
The assassin gulped nervously as he watched Alex stop the bullet with just two fingers. Without hesitation, he picked up his custom Barrett and began retreating.
This was no ordinary sniper rifle. Its power far surpassed that of standard Barrett models. The runes inscribed on both the gun and its bullets granted additional armor-piercing and speed-enhancing properties. The weapon could penetrate even a two-ter-thick concrete wall with ease.
And yet, this monster of a man had stopped its bullet with just two fingers.
The assassin had never encountered such a terrifying individual.
Forget it. No matter how high the reward for this mission, he wanted no part of it.
After all, the most important quality for an assassin wasn't overwhelming strength or efficiency in killing—it was knowing their own limits.
Self-awareness is the key to surviving dangerous missions, allowing assassins to continue enjoying life. After all, aside from a few psychotic killers who revel in bloodlust, most assassins are in this line of work for one reason—money.
The assassin retrieved two talismans and slapped them onto his body.
These were Daoist Swift Talismans, rumored to have been crafted by a high-level practitioner. He had paid an enormous price to acquire two of them, keeping them for ergencies like this.
Now was the perfect mont to use them.
With the talismans' enhancent, the assassin fled at incredible speed, further aided by the lightweight movent skill he had refined over decades of training.
Although his combat abilities were average, his assassination skills with firearms and his mastery of escape techniques were unparalleled, earning him the codena "Shadow" in the assassin world.
Under the talismans' boost, he felt as though he had reached his peak speed. Even a speeding car wouldn't be able to match him, let alone that terrifying monster.
But just as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his forehead, and his consciousness was instantly plunged into eternal darkness.
Alex had casually flicked the bullet between his fingers. It tore through the air with terrifying speed, piercing the assassin's skull in an instant.
The bullet moved so fast that the assassin's head didn't explode. It left only a small, clean hole before continuing its trajectory, embedding itself several dozen ters deep into a distant rock.
Expressionless, Alex resud his journey.
He hadn't expected the Wang family to hire assassins to target him instead of deploying their own forces.
In a way, it was a wise decision. For a family like the Wangs, money was just numbers on a ledger. Hiring assassins to attack Alex cost them nothing significant. It could potentially exhaust his energy and cause him trouble, forcing him to divide his attention.
They knew full well that assassins couldn't kill Alex. Hiring them was rely part of their strategy to use every available ans.
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As Alex approached the Wang family's territory, he encountered assassins with increasing frequency.
He eventually stopped on a bridge, his instincts sensing danger despite having sealed his Six Eyes ability.
Beneath the bridge, dozens of high-intensity explosives were concealed.
From all directions, eyes were locked onto him. These assassins had one simple plan: if Alex stepped onto the bridge, they would detonate the explosives and then confirm whether he had survived.
If he was dead, their job would be done. If not, they would strike imdiately to finish off the presumably injured Alex.
Alex chuckled. As soone who enjoyed toying with his opponents, he naturally wouldn't avoid the trap. Pretending to be unaware, he casually strolled onto the bridge.
Seeing Alex step onto the bridge, an assassin hidden in a nearby thicket smirked and pressed the detonator.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed for dozens of kiloters. Flas erupted, and shards of rock scattered in all directions.
The powerful blast split the bridge in half, sending its remains crashing into the river below, creating massive splashes.
Relieved, one of the assassins exhaled deeply.
"With nearly ten tons of explosives planted under the bridge, such a massive blast at close range must have killed that monster!"
The pressure they had endured over the past few days was unimaginable.
At first, they had been enticed by the astronomical bounty of two billion dollars and accepted the mission to attack Alex.
They had heard the stories about him but never believed them. They didn't think Alex could truly be the "Immortal Master" of legend.
So, despite knowing their target was the infamous Alex, who had recently shaken the world of the supernatural, they had taken the job without hesitation.
Two billion dollars—enough money to live a life of luxury forever—was a temptation no assassin could refuse.
Of course, they hadn't rashly accepted the mission. Before committing, they conducted thorough research on Alex, ticulously studying all the available information about him.
After reviewing the data, they believed they had a chance to succeed.
From what they gathered, Alex's known capabilities were limited to his Hundred-ter Thunder Manifestation and that terrifying palm strike. While these alone were enough to place him at the pinnacle of the supernatural world, they still thought they could kill him.
After all, no matter how powerful a person is, there are always monts when their guard is down.
And outcasts, no matter how extraordinary, still have mortal bodies. If they could land a clean shot—be it a bullet or poison—they could kill the so-called Immortal Master.
But reality did not unfold as they had anticipated.
From the first sniper to the recent barrage of machine gunfire, none of their attacks had been effective.
It was as if Alex was surrounded by a transparent shield, constantly active, deflecting all harmful attacks—even poison gas.
Moreover, after each failed attack, no matter where the attackers were hiding, Alex would locate them and eliminate them with terrifying precision, using a variety of techniques.
Those horrifying white singularities, black voids, and his sheer physical prowess were abilities Alex had never revealed before.
Upon realizing how unfathomable his power truly was, the assassins wanted to withdraw.
But in the world of assassins, once a mission is accepted, the rules are absolute: the mission is only considered failed if the target or the assassin dies.
If the target remains alive after a month, the assassin network itself will dispatch soone to kill the failed assassin.
This alone was bad enough, but the situation was further complicated by the involvent of the Wang family.
As one of the four most powerful clans in the supernatural world, the Wang family wielded imnse influence. Their reach was inescapable. Even if the assassins paid a steep price to withdraw, the Wang family would not let them off the hook.
Adding to their desperation, the bounty on Alex's head was raised to a staggering five billion dollars. Faced with this temptation and the Wang family's threat, they resolved to make one final attempt—success or death.
Thus, the ambush on the bridge was born.
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One assassin spoke confidently:
"He's definitely dead. With an explosion of this magnitude, there's no way anyone could survive. If he sohow does, then maybe he really is the Immortal Master of legend."
A female assassin added with conviction: "Even if he survives the explosion,
he'll be gravely injured.
Don't forget, in addition to nearly ten tons of explosives, we also placed a variety of poisons in the area.
The toxins will spread with the blast, saturating the entire vicinity. These poisons are so lethal that a single breath is enough to kill soone. There's no way Alex can escape this!"
Although they said this with confidence, a lingering unease gnawed at their hearts.
Before this ambush, every ti they had acted against Alex, they believed success was assured, only for him to erge unscathed while their comrades were systematically slaughtered.
Now, even though they were certain that Alex couldn't possibly have survived the explosion, they dared not be overconfident. Plans were already in place for a follow-up attack in case he sohow survived, albeit gravely injured.
As the smoke began to clear, the assassins' hearts pounded uncontrollably in anticipation of the results.
This kind of involuntary reaction was utterly unprofessional for killers, but Alex had pushed them to their psychological limits. He had instilled in them a deep sense of invincibility, making them question the very possibility of defeating him.
Where once they were calm and calculating assassins, now they were desperate gamblers, throwing everything they had into one last reckless bet.
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Finally, the smoke dissipated, revealing the scene hidden within. What they saw made their hearts sink.
The bridge was utterly destroyed, its remnants subrged in the waters below. But at the center, where the explosion had been most concentrated, stood a figure suspended in midair.
A man with long, flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes.
His hair swayed in the fierce wind, and his otherworldly gaze looked down upon them from above.
Despite enduring such a massive explosion, Alex remained unscathed—not a single mark on his skin, not even a speck of dust on his clothes.
He stood in the void, apart from the world, an untouchable figure.
And at this mont, the "mortals" beneath him were only the assassins.
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"Run."
The thought erupted simultaneously in every assassin's mind.
Any intention of attacking him evaporated.
A massive explosion capable of obliterating everything had failed to harm him. What hope did re mortals like them have against such a being?
The psychological pressure Alex had placed on them throughout their encounters finally reached a breaking point. Their nerves snapped, leaving only panic and despair.
One assassin turned and fled, shouting in panic: "Immortal Master! He really is the Immortal Master! Master, I understand now. The reason we can't beat him is because he's divine!"
Another assassin scread in hysterics: "No! I want to live! I've spent half my life building up a fortune of billions. I just married a wife twenty years younger than . I can't die here!"
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High above, Alex watched the assassins scatter in all directions, a hint of disappointnt in his eyes.
He had been looking forward to a thrilling fight.
But this?
This was it?
Fine. If you won't give a proper fight, then you have no further purpose.
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Raising a hand, Alex executed the opening move of Fenghou Qin, a mystical technique of this world.
In the blink of an eye, an unimaginably vast geomantic compass materialized beneath him, expanding outward at incredible speed.
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