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 time, 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 stemmed from a longing for a better life and enjoyment. 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 time 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 times greater than the Hulk, he could easily level mountains and part seas. In this world, his might was like an attack from another dimension.
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 resumed his journey. The Wang family, clearly shaken, switched to modern technological surveillance to monitor him.
Drones hovered several hundred meters above him, trailing his every step. Their high-definition cameras 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 environment grew increasingly desolate. With no people around, the Wang family's tactics became 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 armed 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-meter-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 emergencies like this.
Now was the perfect moment to use them.
With the talismans' enhancement, the assassin fled at incredible speed, further aided by the lightweight movement 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 codename "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 meters deep into a distant rock.
Expressionless, Alex resumed 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 merely part of their strategy to use every available means.
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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 immediately to finish off the presumably injured Alex.
Alex chuckled. As someone 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 kilometers. Flames 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, meticulously 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-Meter 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 moments 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 someone to kill the failed assassin.
This alone was bad enough, but the situation was further complicated by the involvement of the Wang family.
As one of the four most powerful clans in the supernatural world, the Wang family wielded immense 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 somehow 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 someone. 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 time they had acted against Alex, they believed success was assured, only for him to emerge 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 somehow 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 submerged 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 moment, 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 mere 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 screamed 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 me. I can't die here!"
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High above, Alex watched the assassins scatter in all directions, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
He had been looking forward to a thrilling fight.
But this?
This was it?
Fine. If you won't give me a proper fight, then you have no further purpose.
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Raising a hand, Alex executed the opening move of Fenghou Qimen, 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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In the next instant, an unimaginably massive geomantic compass began expanding rapidly beneath Alex's feet. Within moments, it encompassed an area spanning several kilometers, trapping every assassin still trying to flee.
Alex raised two fingers, sweeping them upward in a deliberate motion, and spoke calmly: "Kun Hexagram—Earth Chariot."
Boom!
The ground trembled violently, rolling and undulating as though it had become a turbulent river.
Before their very eyes, the earth shifted. Centered around Alex, a wall—ten meters thick—began to rise from the ground, encircling an area several kilometers in diameter.
The wall continued to grow higher and higher until it stood hundreds of meters tall, forming an impenetrable barrier that sealed all the assassins inside.
One assassin, trembling uncontrollably, muttered:
"W-what… what is this?"
Another assassin, equally shocked, gritted his teeth and approached the towering wall. Wrapping his fist in qi, he struck it with full force.
However, the result was disheartening. A punch capable of easily shattering reinforced concrete left no visible damage on the wall. Instead, the recoil injured the assassin's hand, splitting his knuckles open and causing blood to drip freely.
Desperation filled his eyes as he cursed: "Damn it! What kind of technique is this? My punches can penetrate twenty centimeters of steel, yet they can't even scratch this wall!"
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Another assassin stepped forward and said grimly, "Let me try."
He concentrated his qi into the blade of a dagger.
This was no ordinary weapon—it had been forged by a master artisan, sharp enough to slice through iron like butter. With qi infusing the blade, it could even pierce mystical defensive techniques like the Diamond Body.
The assassin thrust the dagger into the wall with all his strength. The blade penetrated only one centimeter before stopping completely.
And then, to their horror, the wall began to push the dagger out as if rejecting it, restoring itself to its original, smooth surface in seconds. The area looked as though it had never been touched.
The assassin stared in disbelief, muttering: "My dagger, made of cold iron, barely pierced one centimeter. And this wall… it can regenerate itself? How are we supposed to break through this?"
Despair spread like wildfire among the group.
"This is it," another assassin said, his voice trembling. "This wall's height is hundreds of meters, and its thickness must be equally staggering. There's no way we can destroy it. That Alex… he really must be the so-called Immortal Master. How else could something like this exist?"
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One of the most powerful assassins among them tried his luck. With a single finger, he managed to dig five centimeters into the wall—far more than the previous attempts—but it was still meaningless. The rate at which the wall regenerated far outpaced the damage he could inflict.
The assassin leader sighed heavily. He knew escape was impossible. The only reason they were still alive was because Alex, the tiger, was toying with them, the mice.
His face twisted into a snarl as he looked at Alex, who stood motionless in the distance, waiting for them to make their move.
"This… this is the Immortal Master? We've lost. Completely. To die at the hands of someone like him… at least it's a death worthy of our station.
But even if we have no chance of survival, we are assassins! We can't give up hope until the very end."
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He shouted to the others, his voice filled with determination:
"All together! Even if it costs us our lives, let's make him pay something for taking them!"
The others clenched their fists and nodded grimly.
"Right! We're not going down without a fight!"
The assassins moved as one, their figures blurring as they raced toward Alex.
Their superhuman speed allowed them to cross several kilometers in under a minute.
As they reached Alex, they roared:
"Alex, prepare to die!"
When the assassins charged toward him, Alex admired their courage. However, with a calm demeanor, he decided to imitate the techniques of the Fenghou Qimen by using the 24 vertebrae in his spine as the axis to manipulate the geomantic compass.
Unlike the traditional Fenghou Qimen, where the geomantic compass remains consistent regardless of how it is adjusted, Alex broke all the rules. He overturned the order of the heavens themselves, causing the compass to undergo earth-shattering changes as he manipulated it.
All other directional positions on the compass rapidly shrank, while the Li position expanded uncontrollably. Finally, the other positions disappeared entirely, leaving only the Li position to dominate the entire world.
The Li position governs fire. When it was the sole remaining position, the temperature surged rapidly. Golden flames erupted around Alex, burning everything in their path.
"Li Hexagram—Meteoric Glow!"
If Wang Ye's Li Hexagram—Meteoric Glow was akin to a cluster of fiery sparks, Alex's version was a rain of massive fireballs, each several meters in diameter.
From thousands of meters above, the fireballs began to plummet. Accelerated by gravity, their speed increased until they roared through the air like thunder.
The assassins, who moments ago had resolved to make a final stand against Alex, were now completely overwhelmed. They exchanged looks of despair, their earlier fighting spirit extinguished as they stared blankly at the sky filled with massive fireballs.
Fight?
Fight with what?
How do we even fight something like this?
Was this even something a human could do? Summoning meteors with bare hands?
And then, they realized: were they even still in the geomantic compass? Why had all other positions vanished, leaving only the Li Fire position? They couldn't comprehend it, but Alex had no intention of offering an explanation.
Within seconds, the meteors landed. The immense heat and the devastating shockwaves obliterated everything within the geomantic compass.
All the assassins perished instantly upon impact. Not a single one survived.
The aftermath of the destruction was contained by the towering walls of the geomantic compass, preventing the devastation from spilling outward.
From a distance, one of the Wang family's scouts watched the scene unfold. The massive earthen walls suddenly spewed thick black smoke that rose hundreds of meters into the sky. The smoke then dispersed, forming a towering mushroom cloud over a thousand meters high.
The scout, holding his pen, froze, unsure how to report what he had just witnessed.
After a moment of hesitation, he began to write: "Alex first used earth energy to create walls hundreds of meters tall, trapping the assassins within. Then, he manipulated the geomantic compass to summon meteors, instantly wiping out every assassin..."
He stopped writing.
No words seemed adequate to convey the apocalyptic scene he had just witnessed.
Suddenly, he threw the pen and paper aside and began running in the opposite direction of the Wang family.
Report this? What for? Would it even matter?
The Wang family was doomed. He was sure of it.
All he could do now was sever all ties with them immediately—his only chance of survival.
After the explosion subsided, the towering earthen walls naturally weathered and collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust hundreds of meters high.
Minutes later, Alex emerged from the haze, walking calmly toward the Wang family's estate. This time, his pace quickened significantly. He had sensed the Wang family's panic; they were scattering, clearly realizing their chances of survival were almost nonexistent.
But would Alex let them escape?
No.
During his journey to the Wang family's stronghold, Alex had learned of their many heinous acts. The atrocities committed by the Wang family's heirs alone were countless, not to mention the sinister deeds of their elderly clan leaders.
With a single step, Alex vanished from his position, reappearing instantly at the gates of the Wang family estate. His eyes pierced through the walls, locking onto his targets—Wang Ai, the head of the Wang family, and the clan elders. They were seated in grand armchairs, their cold and venomous gazes fixed on him.
Wang Ai stood up and addressed Alex in a deep voice: "Great Immortal Alex, I don't understand why you would act against my Wang family. We have never provoked you!"
Alex sneered. "Never provoked me? At Mount Longhu, did you think I wouldn't hear your secret plotting?"
His tone grew sharper.
"The only reason you didn't bring all your forces to take me down is because you've now realized you can't win. Truly worthy of the Wang family—masters of recognizing when to cower and grovel the moment they sense defeat."
Wang Ai's expression darkened further. When Alex had suddenly descended the mountain and headed straight for the Wang family, Wang Ai had suspected someone had leaked their plans. Never did he expect that Alex had overheard their scheme himself.
Damn it!
How could he have known that Alex could hear conversations taking place kilometers away from the competition site?
Was this the power of a true immortal?
After a brief silence, Wang Ai retrieved a brand-new phone and handed it to Alex. His voice turned ingratiating: "Honored Immortal, it was merely a joke at the time. Our Wang family has always held Mount Longhu in the highest regard. As the founder of Mount Longhu, you are naturally our elder. How could we dare act against you?
"Besides, this situation has already reached the ears of the chairman of the Express Delivery. That esteemed figure does not wish to see both sides suffer losses."
Alex scoffed. "Both sides suffer? With just your Wang family?"
Wang Ai and the elders behind him remained silent, tacitly acknowledging Alex's words.
The Wang family was indeed no match for the power Alex had just displayed.
But so what? In this world, survival wasn't just about strength. It was about connections, alliances, and navigating the rules of society.
Even if Alex was a great immortal, how could he dare defy the commands of the Express Delivery Company? The force behind them was no ordinary organization—it was a behemoth!
Alex smirked as he sensed Wang Ai's thoughts.
Yes, in this world, people relied on connections and rules. Even figures as powerful as the Old Taoist Master in the original storyline were bound by these constraints.
But not Alex.
First, this world was not his original world.
Second, his power far surpassed the limits of this world. He could distort or rewrite the very rules of existence at will. Why would he care about the so-called laws governing "extraordinary individuals"?
Alex didn't reject the offer to take the phone. He accepted it and answered the call.
On the other end, a deep, composed voice came through: "Is this the esteemed Immortal Alex? This is the chairman of the Express Delivery. I've recently been informed of the conflict between the Wang family and yourself, so I'm reaching out to mediate."
Hearing no response from Alex, the chairman's brow furrowed. He knew this wasn't going to be easy.
But he was a man of principle. His mission was to maintain the balance of the extraordinary community. Though Alex's cold silence was daunting, he refused to back down.
He pressed on: "Immortal Alex, you are a figure of immense strength and renown. The Wang family's actions against you were undeniably wrong, and I will ensure they offer a formal apology.
"However, I implore you to spare the Wang family. Despite their faults, they have played a crucial role in the balance of the outcast world. Without them, that balance may collapse."
Finally, Alex spoke, his tone resolute and unyielding: "I refuse."
Before Zhao Fangxu could respond, Alex continued: "The Wang family is a cancer within the outcast community. Their issues run far deeper than you realize, and I have no intention of explaining it to you. Investigate it yourself after this is over.
"As for the balance of the world, I will handle that after I deal with the Wang family. You need not concern yourself with it."
Alex bore no ill will toward the chairman, a genuinely good man dedicated to his cause. He didn't wish to make things harder for him.
Having said his piece, Alex ended the call and ignored the phone when it rang again. Tossing it aside casually, he turned and walked toward Wang Ai.
Wang Ai, watching Alex dismiss Zhao Fangxu's plea and advance toward him, finally panicked. "You dare defy the commands of the Express Company?"
Alex didn't respond.
"Perhaps you don't understand what the Express Company represents. They are backed by the Great Dragon! Opposing them means opposing the Great Dragon itself!"
Alex still didn't reply.
At that moment, Wang Ai knew—Alex had made up his mind to destroy the Wang family.
No longer concealing the malice in his eyes, Wang Ai turned to the elders standing behind him and roared: "Brothers and sisters, the Wang family is at the brink of life and death. Let us join forces and kill this man!"
The elders responded in unison:
"As you command, Patriarch!"
They charged at Alex, unleashing the Wang family's secret techniques, Divine Painting and the Spirit Control Art, two of the most powerful abilities in the outcast world.
Even possessing just one of these techniques could elevate an ordinary individual to the pinnacle of the extraordinary community. Now, with multiple elders wielding both arts and pouring their lifetimes of cultivation into the attack, their combined might could overwhelm nearly anyone in this world—except Alex.
Alex narrowed his eyes slightly, and an intense, radiant white spiritual energy erupted from his body. It expanded outward at blinding speed, creating a repelling force akin to a supernova that swept across thousands of meters.
The spirits controlled by the Spirit Control Art and the beasts manifested by the Divine Painting were obliterated in an instant.
Next, the repelling force struck the elders at the front lines, reducing them to nothingness, followed by the complete annihilation of the Wang family's ancestral grounds and all its structures.
When silence finally returned, only Wang Ai—deliberately spared by Alex—staggered out from the ruins. He stared at the shattered remains of the Wang family's ancestral land, tears streaming down his face in grief and rage.
He pointed at Alex and roared in fury:
"Damn you! You will die! You will die!
"I have already scattered most of the Wang family's forces. When they regather and grow stronger, they will avenge us!
"My descendants will use the cruelest methods to kill you!"
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