He didn't have much time to waste on the other party, so he simply showed up to meet them.
"How long have you been following me?" The assassin asked this question only to confuse the other party. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly moved like lightning and appeared in front of Zu An in the blink of an eye. A slender sword had been drawn at some point and was stabbing towards the other party's brow.
Just now, two senior experts from the Yin-Yang Dao sect had their lives taken by his sword, without even having time to draw their weapons.
However, the assassin's pupils shrank dramatically because his invincible swift sword had stopped, caught lightly by two very ordinary fingers.
Under normal circumstances, who would dare to be so arrogant as to grab his sword? With his sword energy, he could easily sever two of their fingers and then pierce their brain with his longsword.
But no matter how hard he tried, the sword in his hand could not move forward an inch.
He was terrified and decisively abandoned his sword, flying backward. As an assassin, he had always scoffed at the idea that "the sword is the man, and the man dies when the sword is gone."
As an assassin, the most important thing is to save your own life in order to have a chance to complete the mission.
The sword is important, but what does it matter compared to life?
Perhaps it was the terrifying pressure from the person opposite him that made him feel like he had never been so fast before, even half again as fast as when he had just assassinated the saintess.
Even so, he dared not relax in the slightest. He also sprinkled a handful of poison powder behind him and activated all the life-saving magical artifacts he had accumulated over the years.
Given a moment, he could disappear into the alley ahead, change his appearance, and blend into the crowd, making it impossible for the other party to spot him.
However, his body suddenly trembled, and his eyes revealed a fear he had never felt before in his life. He had been struck in an acupoint.
What kind of terrifying monster is this person, and why is his cultivation so heaven-defying?
Zuan withdrew his finger and came back to him: "I just have some questions for you, there's no need to run so fast."
The strength that the opponent just displayed was no less than that of the chief disciples of the various sects participating in the Grand Daoist Competition on Purple Mountain. Judging from his age, he didn't seem to be as old as many of the chief disciples, yet he already had such cultivation. This Youying Tower is indeed unfathomable.
Seeing the boy's horrified expression, Zu An smiled and casually sat down on a nearby rock: "What's your name?"
The boy's lips were tightly closed, clearly indicating that he did not want to speak.
"If you don't even answer this kind of question, believe me or not, I'll send you to the Yin-Yang Path. The people there not only like beautiful women, but they're also interested in handsome young men like you," Zu An sneered.
"You!" The young man's expression changed. He was not afraid of torture, but the thought of such a thing made him shudder. "With your cultivation level so high, how could you do something that would lower yourself like this?"
Anger from Jing Li: +110 +110 +110...
“Jing Li, right?” Zu An smiled, his intention being to provoke him. “Who says that those with higher cultivation levels necessarily have to follow the rules?”
The boy's expression changed drastically: "How do you know my name?"
“I always have my own methods,” Zuan said calmly. “Now you can tell me what position you hold in the Shadow Tower. With your current cultivation level, you can’t be a lowly soldier.”
The boy's expression shifted, but he ultimately kept his mouth tightly shut.
Zuan frowned slightly: "My patience has its limits. I have another way to know everything about you, but that would require crippling your cultivation. I'm sure you would never want to see that happen."
He then used the Gluttonous Devouring Heaven Technique to slowly approach him.
Sensing the terrifying pressure, the boy's expression changed, clearly realizing that the other party was not lying to him.
He took a deep breath: "I am not a member of the Shadow Tower."
"Still trying to deny it at a time like this?" Zuan snorted. "Everyone can see that you're from Shadow Tower."
“That’s the effect I wanted,” Jing Li replied.
Zu An's heart skipped a beat, and he made some guesses: "Go on."
Jing Li gave him a complicated look: "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
“As an assassin, you shouldn’t ask such a childish question,” Zaun chuckled.
Jing Li sighed: "If it were someone else, I naturally wouldn't ask, but your cultivation is the highest I've ever seen in my life, and I believe you are not a person who goes back on your word."
"Don't flatter me, just tell me what you think."
Seeing that he did not make a promise, Jing Li breathed a sigh of relief: "Because I have a deep-seated hatred for Youyinglou and need to seek revenge!"
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