The courtyard was a killing ground designed for exactly this purpose. Thirty assassins stood in a perfect formation, their weapons drawn, their spiritual energy already flooding their bodies in preparation.
Behind them, another twenty archers lined the compound's inner walls, arrows nocked, the tips glowing with condensed spiritual energy.
Fifty trained killers, each one Foundation Establishment realm or higher, coordinated and prepared. Against any normal Golden Core cultivator, this would be overwhelming force.
Against Liam, it was merely interesting.
The moment his foot crossed the threshold, the archers released.
Twenty spiritual arrows screamed through the air, their trajectories calculated to eliminate any escape route. Each arrow carried enough power to punch through steel, their paths converging on Liam from multiple angles simultaneously.
