"Just like that, he died?" A chill ran through her. Although she hated this guy, her sister liked him so much. If she knew this, she didn't know how long she would be heartbroken.
However, her eyes suddenly widened because she suddenly saw another Zuan appear, pointing a finger directly at the back of the swordsman.
puff!
A cloud of blood mist burst from his chest, clearly indicating that his heart meridian had been shattered and even a god couldn't save him.
Just then, another new assassin entered the room, carrying a strange bow with both sides sharpened to an unparalleled edge, clearly different from ordinary archers. Even in close combat, he possessed considerable fighting prowess.
Unfortunately, he was now filled with regret. He had originally planned to finish the battle quickly, and the terrain inside the house was not conducive to shooting arrows from the outside, which was why he had deliberately rushed in. Little did he know that the target this time was so much stronger than the intelligence had indicated, and it was too late for him to create distance and use his bow and arrows.
Thinking of the power of that arrow, Zuan knew that it would be quite troublesome if he stayed far away and kept firing arrows from a distance. So he summoned a gust of wind and teleported to his side.
The assassin with the bow hurriedly spun the bow and arrow, his whole body seemingly dancing as he unleashed a set of extremely skillful combat techniques, making his entire body perfectly defensive.
He knew that if he could hold out for a moment, his ninja companions hiding in the shadows would be able to launch an attack to hold off the target, and then he could take advantage of the distance to slowly snipe him with his bow and arrow.
Unfortunately, he suddenly felt as if a strange bird had appeared in front of him, and then his soul was in excruciating pain, causing his fighting skills, which he was using to defend his entire body, to freeze for a moment.
In that instant, he saw a sword.
He always admired his companion, thinking that his swordsmanship was incredibly swift and unpredictable, unmatched by anyone of equal skill level.
But at this moment he realized his mistake. He hadn't even seen the sword in front of him clearly; he only felt a flash before his eyes, and then he felt a chill in his throat.
As an assassin, he naturally knew that his neck had been stabbed. In his last moments, he cursed the colleague who provided the information and his ancestors for eighteen generations.
Who the hell said this target is only a rank 5? Although their combat strength is a bit strange, sending four rank 6 assassins would be more than enough.
As assassins, they never engage in direct combat; each of them is capable of challenging opponents of higher levels, and some have even killed seventh-rank experts.
But this guy in front of me kills them like chickens. Is he an eighth-rank official?
No, even an eighth-rank cultivator wouldn't be this easy, let alone a ninth-rank cultivator who's a grandmaster?
But how the hell is that possible!
Zuan suddenly turned around, frowning as he stared at the corner of the wall.
The ninja assassin had already appeared, but he was holding Chu Youzhao hostage, a long sword held to her neck, his voice as unpleasant as a crow's: "Don't move, or your friend is dead!"
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Third update
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