This is Erlang's voice. He must have recorded it not long ago and left it here in a special way.

There is another one behind.

"Zhu Zi, if you look at this mark, it means my hunt is about to begin. I'll show you what it means to be the world's number one killer!"

The mark seemed to record not only the sound, but also some other information. Tiezhu took another look at it, then turned around and headed towards a specific direction.

After about 600 steps, I found the second cross mark.

"You have some tricks up your sleeve, but they're no different from a thousand years ago. You'll only stagnate and never be number one in the world. Hidden Killing Sect, your legend will end today, and I, Wuhen, will do the same."

"Zhu Zi, look, I will only perform once."

This time we walked a thousand steps and saw many traces of battle along the way.

Compared to the exaggerated scenes of the battles between ordinary king-level strongmen, where the sword intent can last for decades, these traces are much more "ordinary", and even look a bit like the battle traces of C-level and D-level strange people.

But if you observe each place carefully and think about the scene at that time, it will make your back cold.

Because every move and every form is concise and efficient to an outrageous degree, and they do nothing but kill people. This is the showdown between the most top-notch killers in history.

Every move is a matter of life and death, without blood.

But this time, Erlang's voice changed. It carried a hint of anxiety and sounded a little weak.

"Can't you hold it in any longer? Number one, haha, who could have imagined that the weakest of the four assassin rooms of Tiandi Xuanhuang is also the strongest? He's really well hidden!"

"I had anticipated this possibility long ago and was on guard at every turn during the battle, but you still managed to find a flaw. With this strike, I, Wuhen, am convinced."

"But if this blow fails to kill me, it will be the most fatal mistake you have ever made in your life!"

The sound was a bit chaotic, with a whistling wind. It should be the sound that Erlang left behind while he was running away and talking to the strong men from the Hidden Killing Sect.

There is another one behind.

"Zhu Zi, don't be impatient after hearing this. The outcome is still undecided. Maybe when you find me, I'll have Tian Yi's head in my hands!"

Jiang Chen and the others were a little surprised.

I really want to know why Erlang has such confidence. After being attacked by Tianyi and seriously injured, he still dares to claim that he can kill his opponent.

This time they didn't walk far. After two hundred steps, their faces all changed because they found the answer from here.

There was a small stain of blood on the ground, mixed with a little white liquid. It must be that someone was pierced through the head by a dagger.

Tiezhu recognized at a glance that the blood was not Erlang's, but there was indeed a trace of his scent left here, indicating that he had succeeded.

However, unexpectedly, in the mark left this time, Erlang's tone lost its composure.

"Damn it! So that's how it is, this is his trick!"

"Zhu Zi, run away, or you will risk your life to save me, ha..."

The laughter stopped abruptly, obviously left behind in panic. It seemed that after he succeeded, some accident happened.

However, even in a situation where he was sure to die, he was still able to laugh. Erlang's state of mind made everyone admire him.

"Death is a festival that is bound to come. My nephew seems to enjoy celebrating festivals, too. Haha."

Jiang Chen looked at Tie Zhu, who was motionless. "What are you standing there for? If you don't catch up, are you really going to eat your brother's feast?"

"No, Dad, I didn't leave the coordinates this time." Tiezhu sighed.