You’re the Esteemed Young Master of the Tang Sect, So Why Become a Killer?

“Fireball! Stop that Flame Tiger!”

The female mage's long-incanted spell was easily dodged by the beast, leaving the mercenary squad on the brink of disaster.

Just then, a figure shot through the air!

Tang Yu barely moved his fingers. A bone-piercing spike flew out silently, and the Flame Tiger fell with a howl. He brushed off his sleeve and looked at the stunned crowd, disdain filling his eyes. “Magic? Nothing but cheap tricks.”

As the young master of the Tang Clan of Shu, he had been betrayed by his brothers and sent tumbling off a cliff, only to transmigrate to another world with all his hidden weapons and poison techniques. When giant venomous bats came swooping down, he casually scattered poison powder, and the swarm dropped from the sky in an instant. When he encountered a brutal expert in battle aura, his Sand-Throwing Shadow pierced their defenses. Killing them took no more than a flick of his hand.

The mercenary captain stared at him in awe. “Master! Are you the pinnacle of both potion-making and assassination?”

Tang Yu gave a cold laugh and pulled out a Zhuge repeating crossbow. “A Battle King? Take this, my ‘Buddha's Wrathful Tang Lotus’! A Saint Mage? Try a taste of the ‘Peacock Plume.’”

He founded an organization of shadows, making the assassination of dukes as easy as reaching into a pocket. He established a Tang Clan in the otherworld, its protective formation holding off a coalition of sects. And with a mortal body, he used the Guanyin Tear to slay a fallen god!

Eastern secret arts crushed Western magic. Poison and mechanisms delivered a one-sided advantage. The young master of the Tang Clan carved his way through the heavens in another world!

“You may be fast, but can you outrun my spatial travel? Dare to mess with my Tang Clan? Battle King or Saint Mage, you're all going to die!”