When Zhao Xin appeared here, he had already arrived in front of the assassin.

"No! Impossible! How could he be that fast?"

"My God, this level of speed has already surpassed the limits of human beings."

"How on earth did Xin Zhao do it?"

Looking at Zhao Xin who had come in front of him in disbelief, the assassin took another breath.

At this moment he realized that there was no hope for him to escape.

Zhao Xin's speed is really too fast, and Zhao Xin's strength is really too strong.

Faced with such a powerful Zhao Xin, he could only be beaten to death by Zhao Xin.

"Fight him."

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the assassin stopped running and slowly turned around to attack Zhao Xin.

Even though he knew he was no match for Zhao Xin, he still had to try.

What if Zhao Xin could be killed?

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"How dare you take action in front of me?"

With a sneer, Zhao Xin didn't use any weapons at all, but directly punched the assassin.

"You're looking for death! How dare a mortal like you clash with my weapon?"

"A tyrant is a tyrant. His mind is so unclear."

Seeing that Zhao Xin did not use any weapons, he suddenly saw hope.

He just didn't believe that the sharp sword in his hand couldn't chop Zhao Xin's fist.

A crisp sound was heard.

The sword that seemed extremely sharp in the eyes of the assassin was broken into pieces by Zhao Xin's punch.

Countless fragments were scattered around.

After breaking the long sword, Zhao Xin did not stop, but hit the assassin hard on the chest.

The assassin had no time to react at all and was hit directly by Zhao Xin's fist.

Feeling severe pain, the servant discovered that his chest had been broken by Zhao Xin without him knowing when.