The Shadow Assassin stood rooted to the spot, staring in disbelief at the Wanze Sect disciple who had suddenly appeared behind him.
He had been extremely confident in his concealment methods. Even an expert like Zhao Yun should have found it difficult to detect his movements.
Moreover, from beginning to end, he had kept his spiritual energy fluctuations completely contained, without letting the slightest trace leak out.
He had not even dared to take out the specially made communication talisman from Xuantian Hall, an item that could expose his position, for fear that the other party might keenly detect some tiny clue.
Yet now, this brat who was merely in the Qi Refining Realm had appeared like a ghost and seen through his hiding place.
"You think you hid yourself well?" The Qi Refining Realm disciple sneered, a flicker of mockery flashing through his eyes. "But before our Wanze Sect, it is nothing more than a petty trick!"
Before he had even finished speaking, the long sword in his hand had already swept out. A chilling Sword Qi shot toward the Shadow Assassin's throat like lightning.
This man was named Zhang Qing, and within the Wanze Sect, he was merely an unremarkable ordinary disciple.
The only reason he had discovered this Shadow Assassin was that he knew every corner of this city as well as his own backyard.
After Zhao Yun gave the order to search, the other disciples had run all over the city like headless flies, blindly hunting for the assassin's trail.
But Zhang Qing had calmed himself and carefully analyzed the places where the Shadow Assassin might be hiding.
He knew well that assassins skilled in concealment usually chose remote and hidden places to lie in wait, quietly waiting for the best chance to act.
With that