I am destroying the protagonist in the fantasy world!

Chapter 112: Resources in hand, crisis looms

"Wait a minute!" A cold shout rang out over the square like a thunderclap.

A dark shadow, as fast as lightning, leaped out from the crowd and headed straight for Lei Yi. A cold light flashed in the shadow's hand, and a sharp dagger went straight for Lei Yi's throat.

"Be careful!" Dongfang Liuli exclaimed, and waved her slender hand. A flash of white light passed by, blocking Lei Yi.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was heard, the dagger was knocked away by the white light, and the black shadow was also knocked back several steps.

"Xuanying Killer!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

The Xuanying Killers, a notorious killer organization on the continent, kill people invisibly and are feared by everyone.

"Who sent you here?" Lei Yi looked around with cold eyes.

Without a word, the shadow killer transformed into a black shadow again and pounced on Lei Yi. At the same time, several more shadows emerged from the crowd, attacking Lei Yi from all directions.

"Looking for death!" Lei Yi snorted coldly, wielding the Qingfeng Sword like the wind. With a flash of sword light, he blocked the attacks of several Xuanying assassins. However, these Xuanying assassins were quite powerful and coordinated well, so Lei Yi was unable to escape for a while.

Seeing this, a trace of worry flashed in Dongfang Liuli's beautiful eyes, but she knew that she could not intervene at this moment, otherwise it would only put Lei Yi in a more dangerous situation.

"Hahaha, Lei Yi, today is the day you die!" A cold laugh came from the crowd.

Lei Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw the leader of the Poison Dragon Cult standing at the edge of the crowd with a resentful look on his face.

"It's you!" A cold light flashed in Lei Yi's eyes. He had guessed long ago that this matter must be related to the Poison Dragon Cult.

"Mr. Lei, be careful!" Dongfang Liuli suddenly warned.

Lei Yi's heart trembled, and he quickly swung his sword to block, only to see a shadowy killer who had circled behind him at some point, and stabbed him in the back with the dagger in his hand.

There was another sound of metal clashing. Although Lei Yi blocked the attack, he was also knocked back several steps by the huge force.

"Hateful!" Lei Yi cursed in his heart. These Xuanying killers cooperated so well, it was obvious that they had planned it in advance. The leader of the Poison Dragon Cult was watching him covetously, making him afraid to act rashly and unable to move his hands.

Just as Lei Yi was locked in a fierce battle, the Jian Xuan Sect leader, who was standing on the outskirts of the crowd, hesitated. He looked at the besieged Lei Yi, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He held the hilt of his sword, but hesitated to strike.

The Jianxuan Sect's leader frowned, his mind in a state of internal struggle. He knew the power of the Xuanying Killer, and he understood the consequences of antagonizing the Poison Dragon Cult. He looked at Lei Yi, moved by the young man's demonstrated strength and potential. But that alone wasn't enough to gamble the fate of the Jianxuan Sect on him.

"Young Master Lei is extremely talented, but it's a pity..." The leader of Jianxuan Sect sighed, but ultimately did not draw his sword. He turned and left, leaving behind only a lonely figure.

In the center of the square, swords flashed and a murderous aura filled the air. Lei Yi fought and retreated. Despite his formidable strength, facing the siege of several well-trained Xuanying assassins, he gradually felt the strain.

"Lei Yi, you have come to this day!" The leader of the Poison Dragon Cult stood in the distance, looking at Lei Yi with a sinister look on his face, as if he had already seen him lying in a pool of blood.

At this moment, a panicked figure rushed into the battle circle.

"Master Lei, please, spare me! I won't dare to do it again!" The girl with red sleeves cried and tried to grab Lei Yi's sleeve.

Lei Yi was busy dealing with the enemy in front of him, so how could he pay attention to her? He slapped the girl Hongxiu away with his backhand and said coldly, "Get out of the way! Don't get in the way!"

The girl with red sleeves was pushed to the ground, but she still crawled towards Lei Yi desperately, crying and begging for mercy.

Dongfang Liuli felt a little sorry when he saw this, so he flew to Miss Hongxiu and said softly, "Miss, please go to the side first. It's too dangerous here."

The girl with red sleeves looked at Dongfang Liuli with tears in her eyes, as if she had grasped the last straw of life. She nodded in agreement and stumbled to hide aside.

Dongfang Liuli looked at the embarrassed figure of Miss Hongxiu, sighed in her heart, then turned around, ready to join the battle and help Lei Yi.

However, at this moment, the crowd outside the square suddenly stirred. A figure slowly approached, observing the chaos with a deep gaze, a suggestive smile playing on his lips... Qingfeng Lay Buddhist twirled his Buddhist beads, his brow furrowed as he stared at the chaotic battle in the center of the square. Lei Yi's situation was becoming increasingly precarious. He was practically being pinned down by the Xuanying assassin, already suffering several fresh wounds. The crowd, who had originally intended to observe the excitement, realized the situation was dire and retreated, fearing they would be drawn into the fray.

"Amitabha," Qingfeng Lay Buddhist muttered, his mind torn between his inner self and his own. He had initially wanted to stay out of it, after all, the feud between the Poison Dragon Cult and the Sword Xuan Sect had nothing to do with him. But Lei Yi's demonstrated strength and potential gave him hope of breaking the deadlock. If the Poison Dragon Cult were allowed to succeed, the continent would likely face eternal unrest.

"But..." Qingfeng Jushi looked at the representatives of other sects who were watching from a distance. Most of them were standing by and watching, with ambiguous smiles on their faces. If he rashly helped Lei Yi, would he become a target of public criticism?

In the square, Lei Yi struggled to fend off the Xuanying assassin's attacks, his heart aching with anxiety. He had finally secured cultivation resources from the Jianxuan Sect's treasury. If they were snatched away by the Poison Dragon Cult, his revenge plan would be severely impacted. He gritted his teeth, his gaze piercing, searching for the enemy's weakness.

"Lei Yi, you've reached the end of your rope, just surrender!" A Xuanying killer grinned, the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light, aiming straight at Lei Yi's vitals.

Lei Yi dodged the blow and struck the opponent in the chest with a backhand palm. However, the killer seemed to be fine, simply taking a few steps back with a strange smile on his face.

"Not good!" Lei Yi cried out in his heart, and then he realized that these Xuanying killers seemed to have practiced some kind of evil martial arts that could resist some damage.

Just as Lei Yi was feeling despair, he suddenly noticed that one of the Xuanying assassins had a tiny red mark on his wrist when he attacked. The mark flashed by, but he was sure he was not mistaken.

"That's..." Lei Yi's heart moved, and a bold idea came to his mind. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile, "Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude!"

He deliberately exposed a flaw, luring the killer with the red mark on his wrist closer, and then...

"Stop!" A loud shout, accompanied by powerful fluctuations of spiritual power, came from outside the crowd, shocking all around.

At the critical moment, Lei Yi advanced instead of retreating, his figure approaching the mysterious assassin with the distinctive wrist mark like a ghost. With a sneer on his face, he gathered a sharp stream of Qi at his fingertips and struck directly at the opponent's wrist.

"Looking for death!" The assassin obviously didn't expect Lei Yi to be so bold as to attack him. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he swung his sword to block.

However, Lei Yi's target was not his sword, but the red mark!

"puff!"

The true energy penetrated the mark without any hindrance. The killer was struck by lightning, his body suddenly stopped, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"What's going on?" Several other Xuanying killers also noticed something unusual, stopped their actions, and looked at their companions in surprise and suspicion.

"what--"

With a shrill scream, the killer who was hit by Lei Yi twitched all over. The red mark on his wrist began to wriggle like a living thing, emitting bursts of black air that quickly spread throughout his body.

"What kind of evil magic is this?!"

"Go back!"

The other killers were horrified when they saw this and retreated, trying to stay away from their companions.

However, it was too late.

The black gas instantly swallowed up the killer. With a creepy sound, his body quickly shriveled up and eventually turned into a pool of black water, leaving only a red mark lying quietly on the ground.

"Sure enough..." Lei Yi ignored the fear of the other killers, staring at the red mark, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

This group of Xuanying killers is not an ordinary killer organization. They have been planted with some kind of evil restriction, and this red mark is the key to controlling them!

"Who sent you here?" Lei Yi asked coldly, his eyes sweeping over the remaining killers.

The killers looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and struggle, but no one dared to speak.

"Hmph, you won't tell me?" Lei Yi sneered, and once again concentrated his energy, pointing it at another killer, "Then I'll send you to accompany him!"

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" The killer collapsed and knelt down to beg for mercy. "It was the Poison Dragon Cult, and it was the leader of the Poison Dragon Cult who sent us here!"

"Poison Dragon Cult?" Lei Yi frowned, feeling that this matter might not be that simple. "What did he ask you to do?"

"Rob...rob the cultivation resources on you, and..." The killer hesitated, as if he was afraid of something.

"Anything else?" Lei Yi's tone was grim, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The killer trembled all over and said in a trembling voice: "And... I will kill you to prevent you from going to the ancient tomb!"

"Ancient tomb?" Lei Yi's heart moved, and the rumor about the upcoming birth of a Horcrux flashed through his mind. Could it be...

At this moment, there was a commotion in the distance. Lei Yi and Dongfang Liuli looked in the direction of the sound and saw a team walking towards them in a mighty manner.

The leader was a burly man with a face full of flesh. He held a huge ghost-head knife in his hand. The ground seemed to tremble with every step he took. He was none other than Dao Batian, the leader of the Badao Sect, known as the "Mad Lion"!

"Hmph, this is the territory of my Ba Dao Sect. Who dares to be so presumptuous here?" Dao Batian's voice was like a loud bell, and his eyes swept around with an indomitable domineering attitude.

He walked up to Lei Yi, looked him up and down, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, "Boy, hand over the cultivation resources on you, and I can spare your life!"

Lei Yi looked at him coldly, a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly said:

"Just based on you, are you worthy of..."