Hearing this, Marcus hurriedly turned to look toward the end of the road. Sure enough, a familiar figure was walking toward them at an unhurried pace.

  It was Allen, his steps calm, as if he were completely unaware of the danger that awaited him.

  Marcus immediately fell silent, holding his breath as he waited.

  The assassins of the Dagger Tribunal were indeed extremely professional.

  Even when facing someone with a lower magic rank than their own, they maintained the utmost caution, unwilling to leave even the slightest opening.

  Only when Allen walked into the very center of the ambush, at a distance from which escape was impossible, did the two Archmage assassins suddenly leap out from the trees, instantly sealing off every path of retreat.

  Marcus rushed out right behind them, his eyes filled with the frenzy of revenge. He was unwilling to miss the thrilling moment of watching Allen die with his own eyes.

  The three of them formed a triangular formation, cutting off Allen's path. Marcus spoke first, his tone smug:

  "Allen, you did not expect me to be waiting for you here, did you? Do you really think I would let you go so easily after you killed my son?"

  "You were lucky not to die on the Godfall Battlefield that day. Today, surrounded on all sides, where do you think you can run?"

  Allen calmly looked at the three of them, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he said,

  "Are these two your family members? Last time on the Godfall Battlefield, I saw quite a few people acting together with you. Were they your people as well?"

  Marcus and the two Dagger Tribunal assassins exchanged glances. The boy was about to die, yet he was still concerned with such irrelevant matters.

  Marcus said coldly,"You are about to die and still spouting nonsense. Let me tell you the truth. These two are both Archmages, here today specifically to take your life!"

  "You have already been placed on the Dagger Tribunal's kill list. Do not even think about escaping. The sooner you die, the sooner you will be free!"

  As Marcus spoke, he burst into triumphant laughter. In his eyes, Allen was already as good as dead, firmly within his grasp.

  Hearing this, a trace of regret appeared on Allen's face as he continued,"So they are not your family."

  "Then did you bring your family register? Let us not make this troublesome. After I kill you, I will follow the register upward and kill the rest. That way I will not have to look for them one by one. It will save everyone the trouble."

  The moment these words were spoken, Marcus stared in shock, his eyes wide. Had this boy been frightened out of his mind?

  The Dagger Tribunal assassin beside him, however, could not help but laugh and said,"Interesting. You are about to die, and you still dare to run your mouth."

  "Do not think that just because you can fight across levels, you can escape us. When the Dagger Tribunal makes a move, there has never been a target we could not kill!"

  Before the words had even finished, the assassin suddenly raised his hand. A sharp blade shot out from the dark pouch at his waist.

  The blade flew straight toward Allen's chest, fast and ruthless, clearly meant to kill him in a single strike.

  Even though he stood a full tier above Allen, the Dagger Tribunal assassin still chose to launch a sneak attack without the slightest hesitation.

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  That was what made the Dagger Tribunal so terrifying. They never underestimated any target. Even when holding an absolute advantage, they would still use the safest method to finish their opponent.

  But this time, they had still underestimated Allen's true strength. The gap between them was as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

  The blade reached Allen in an instant, yet there was no trace of panic on his face. His expression remained calm and composed.

  Just as Marcus and the two assassins were certain the strike would succeed, a scene that would stay with them for the rest of their lives suddenly unfolded.

  Allen slowly extended his right hand. With what looked like a casual grasp, he firmly caught the incoming blade.

  As the light faded, a dagger with a cold, eerie sheen revealed itself. Allen glanced down at the weapon in his palm, then applied the slightest pressure with his fingers.

  With a soft crack, the blade shattered into countless tiny fragments under his barehanded grip.

  At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Marcus and the others stared in stunned horror.

  The assassin stammered,"You… you actually crushed an epic-grade weapon with your bare hand?"

  The two assassins felt their blood surge, their eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

  Even for them as Archmages, leaving so much as a scratch on that blade would have required all their strength.

  Yet this young man, who had only just advanced to Senior Mage, had crushed it with nothing but his physical body.

  Allen smiled indifferently and casually tossed the fragments in his palm to the ground, his tone laced with disdain.

  "What a piece of junk. It's like it was made of paper."

  The two Archmage assassins instinctively took a step back, their voices trembling as they asked,"Just who are you?"

  By now, even a fool could tell that Allen's true strength far surpassed theirs.

  Judging by the sheer physical power needed to crush the blade with his bare hand, he had already reached an utterly unimaginable level.

  The corners of Allen's lips curved upward."You'll find out soon enough."

  As his words fell, a cluster of dark, shadowy demonic flames suddenly rose in his palm.

  The flames were not large, yet they radiated a chilling, heart-stopping aura. The space around them warped slightly, as if scorched by the fire itself.

  The air seemed on the verge of being ignited and annihilated, while the grass and trees by the roadside withered and yellowed in an instant, fully revealing the terrifying might of the demonic flames.

  Seeing the cluster of shadowy demonic flames twisting the space in Allen's palm, the two Archmage assassins of the Dagger Tribunal instantly went pale. They knew this flame all too well.

  Without a second thought, they turned and bolted toward the ends of the road, screaming as they ran,"Damn it! It's the Demon King!"

  This was the unique demonic flame of the Demon Tribe's Demon King. There was only one such flame in the entire continent, no other possibility!

  At this moment, the two assassins felt as if they were about to cry, thinking the joke had gone far too far.

  Was this Demon King insane? Why disguise himself as a newly promoted Senior Mage when he could just act as the Demon King?

  With the Demon King's strength, not only could they two Archmages do nothing, but even a Dagger Lord of the Dagger Tribunal would be thoroughly dealt with in his presence. Survival would depend entirely on the Demon King's mood.

  Watching the two assassins disappear in an instant until only afterimages remained, Marcus froze in place, swallowing hard, his throat tight, voice trembling:"Allen… you… you are…"

  Allen snorted coldly. With a slight flick of his fingers, a small cluster of shadowy demonic flames drifted to Marcus's forehead.

  The moment the flames touched his body, they surged violently, instantly engulfing him.

  Marcus did not even have time to scream. His body rapidly disintegrated under the burning flames, leaving not even a trace of ash, completely annihilated into the air.

  Allen's expression remained indifferent. Marcus had always been a potential threat.

  Though he could not defeat Allen, if left alive he might turn to threaten the Estate or Evelyn, which would be hard to defend against. It was better to eliminate him now.

  After dealing with Marcus, Allen did not pause for a moment. With a gentle step forward, his figure vanished from the spot.

  The next second, he appeared directly in front of the two fleeing assassins, firmly blocking their path.

  "Where do you think you're going?"

  His voice was calm and steady, yet carried a suffocating pressure.

  The two Archmage assassins' legs went weak. They collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, too terrified even to look up at Allen.

  One of them hurriedly tried to explain, his voice quivering:

  "Ex…Exalted Demon King! A misunderstanding! This is all a huge misunderstanding!"

  "You know the truth. We of the Dagger Tribunal would never dare accept a contract against you!"

  "It was that Marcus. He is blind and could not recognize your true form, which accidentally caused this whole mess!"

  The other quickly chimed in:

  "Please, Demon King, spare our lives! Once we return, we will immediately report to the Dagger Lord, remove your name from the assassination list completely, and we will never dare offend you in the slightest again!"

  Allen furrowed his brow, his curiosity growing. what exactly was this Dagger Tribunal?

  Hearing the two repeat the name, he took the opportunity to ask:

  "The Dagger Tribunal you mentioned… what kind of organization is it exactly?"