Orion's heart pounded in his chest as he braced for impact, expecting the worst. But to his surprise, something unexpected happened. When the dagger touched his neck, it was as if it had hit a solid wall. The blade shattered into a thousand pieces, leaving only a small cut on Orion's neck.
Orion's eyes widened in shock as he realized what had happened. He had heard of cultivators who possessed powerful defensive abilities, but he had never seen anything like this before.
The man who had attacked him looked just as surprised as Orion. He stared at the broken blade in his hand, then looked up at Orion with a mixture of fear and confusion.
As Orion stood there, his mind racing with the realization of what had just happened, the system chimed in once again.
[Host's body is a lot stronger because of Primordial Qi, and ordinary weapons like the dagger or other weapons that they used will not affect the host. Please don't forget your own strength.]
The reminder from the system made Orion chuckle inwardly. Of course, he had forgotten that his body was now imbued with the power of Primordial Qi, and that made him far stronger than any ordinary human.
He looked down at his hands, marvelling at the newfound power that he possessed. He flexed his muscles, feeling the strength and vitality coursing through his veins.
The man who had attacked Orion stumbled backwards, stunned by what he had just witnessed. He looked at Orion with an expression of shock and disbelief, his eyes wide with surprise.
"What are you?" he gasped. "This weapon can even kill a Ninth-Stage Warrior Realm Cultivator. How did you manage to stop it with just your body?"
Orion looked at the man, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He knew that these people had been hired to kill him, and he wasn't about to let his guard down just because he had managed to stop one of their attacks.
"I am no one special," Orion said, his voice calm and measured. "I am just a cultivator like you."
The man looked at Orion with a mixture of fear and respect. He knew that he was facing someone who was far more powerful than he had anticipated.
"What do you want?" Orion asked, his eyes scanning the group of men. He could see that they were all on edge. Their weapons were still drawn and ready for action.
"We were hired to kill you," the man said, his voice low and menacing. "But we never expected to face someone as powerful as you."
Orion felt a twinge of unease as he realized the gravity of the situation. He was facing a group of highly skilled assassins who had been hired to kill him, and he knew that he was in serious trouble.
"But why?" Orion asked, his eyes scanning the group for any sign of weakness or vulnerability.
"We were paid a large sum of money to take you out," the man said, his voice cold and calculating. "We don't know who hired us or why, but we don't ask questions. We just do our job."
Orion's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. He knew that he was outnumbered and outmatched, but he wasn't about to give up without a fight.
"I don't want to fight you," Orion said, his voice calm and measured. "There has to be another way. We can talk this out."
The man laughed a cold and bitter sound. "Talk? Do you think we can talk this out? We were hired to kill you, and that's what we're going to do."
Orion felt a surge of anger as he realized that there was no reason for these people. They were determined to kill him, no matter what.
Orion stood there, his heart racing as he contemplated the gravity of the situation. These people had been hired to kill him, and they were clearly not interested in talking things out. They were determined to carry out their mission, no matter what.
Orion felt a twinge of fear as he thought about the danger he was in. He had almost died earlier that day, and he knew that he couldn't afford to let his guard down again. He had to be ready to do whatever it took to survive.
As he looked at the group of assassins, Orion finally realized what she had said earlier. Many times, talking couldn't finish the job, and only violence could finish it. He also knew the feeling of almost dying earlier, and he vowed to himself that he would never go through that again.
This time, he needed to do what he must. He had to kill these people.
Orion closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he steeled himself for what was to come. He opened his eyes again. His gaze was steady and unwavering as he focused on the group of assassins.
Orion's eyes blazed with fury as he launched himself at the nearest attacker. He moved with the grace and fluidity of a tiger, his body instinctively finding the perfect angles and positions to strike with deadly precision.
His opponent, however, was not an ordinary assassin. The person was quick and nimble, easily dodging Orion's first attack with a graceful sidestep. The two fighters circled each other warily, their eyes locked in a deadly dance of anticipation.
Orion knew that he was facing a skilled opponent, one who was not easily defeated. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to strike again.
"It seems that you were now going to be serious," the assassin taunted, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Orion said nothing, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the task at hand. He had no intention of letting these assassins get the best of him. He had felt the sting of death once before, and he was not about to let it happen again.
The assassin looked at his group and said, "It seems that we cannot kill him with our weapons. Summon our beasts and attack him."
Orion watched as the assassins began to summon their beasts, and he felt a sense of anticipation rise within him.
The assassins began to chant a strange incantation, and Orion could feel the air around him growing heavy with magic. Suddenly, the air shimmered, and a group of creatures materialized out of thin air.
They were scorpions, but not any ordinary scorpions. These were Red Tail Scorpions, known for their deadly stingers and poisonous venom.
Despite the danger they posed, Orion didn't feel afraid. He had been training for months, and he knew that he was more than capable of handling himself in combat.
