Xie Feng's Terror

The somewhat empty, silent street had only a scattering of pedestrians, and the shops on either side were doing sparse business.

Xie Feng walked cautiously and respectfully half a step ahead of Duàn Yì, serving as his guide and leading the way.

At the same time, he answered the occasional questions that Duàn Yì tossed out.

There was little in those questions that was taboo. Most concerned Heyin County, the White Lotus Sect, and Prince Duan. Duàn Yì had been away for some time and was quite unfamiliar with the present-day Heyin County.

As for the movements within Zhenbei King's Mansion itself, Duàn Yì rarely asked about them or showed much concern, as though he did not particularly care.

As they reached a street corner, a peddler waiting by the roadside for customers suddenly darted over to Duàn Yì and Xie Feng. Expressionless, he stared coldly at Xie Feng.

A dagger flashing with cold light suddenly spun out from his palm. It traced a vicious arc as it stabbed toward Xie Feng's chest.

Along the dagger's blade seemed to lurk a dragon-serpent that swallowed clouds and exhaled mist, sucking all the surrounding air into itself.

It made not the slightest sound, as though it had sealed away a person's sense of touch and hearing. Had one not seen his abnormal movement, it would have been nearly impossible to detect that lightning-fast strike.

This man struck with extreme viciousness and wind-swift speed. His Killing Intent was hidden without a trace; once he acted, he gave it everything he had in a heaven-shattering blow, with only one goal: kill Xie Feng.

Xie Feng's mind went blank, his body stiffened, and the true qi within him became like the four seas—without a single ripple.

Though he was the guard commander of the royal