brush!
The assassins were so frightened that they all retreated, staring at the young man with horrified expressions, trembling with fear.
Martial arts masters are not people these assassins can handle.
Besides, now that the young master is dead, there's no need to risk your life.
"son!!"
Just then, Murong Xiong also ran to the rooftop. When he saw Murong Heshuo lying in a pool of blood, he broke down instantly and rushed over to pick up his son.
"You dare kill my son!!! How dare you!!!"
Murong Xiong's eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could perish together with Feng Jiu.
Feng Jiu said calmly, "You and your father brought this upon yourselves, so don't blame me. Of course, I won't let you off the hook either!"
Feng Jiu's lips curled slightly as she raised the dagger once more.
"Tsk tsk, are people from the North really this arrogant? They don't take my ancient martial arts family seriously at all!"
Just then, a mocking voice came from behind.
Feng Jiu froze instantly, a strange sense of crisis surging into his heart, making him feel a chill run down his spine.
He quickly turned his head and saw a young man in his twenties sitting on the edge of the rooftop, watching the setting sun and speaking leisurely without turning his head.
"The divine bloodline has already declined in this generation. Do they still think they are an empire that never sets? How utterly laughable!" The young man mocked without turning his head, as if talking to himself, not taking Feng Jiu seriously at all.
Feng Jiu slowly turned around, frowning as she asked, "Could you perhaps be a member of the ancient martial arts clan?"
The young man sneered, "So what if it is, so what if it isn't? You're already dead, no need to ask so many questions!"
"Arrogant!"
"You're making such a tough statement, I'd like to see if you have the guts to back it up!"
Feng Jiu snorted coldly, deciding to strike first, and flashed towards the young man!
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