Pan Yueban

Beneath the willow shade north of Little Willow Bridge, several Seven Star Tower experts led by Jiang Sihong had also arrived: Li Family Eldest Sister, the Wang Family Eldest Brother, Little Su himself, and a bald, tattooed brute.

"Is Xiang Ding Tian truly confident? Pan Yueban was already a first-rate Postnatal swordsman, and now he has obtained Chaotian Alliance's secret sword manual. His martial arts must have improved enormously. This is far too risky."

The bald brute had a large head, a thick neck, and a body as sturdy as an iron tower. Knots of muscle covered him from head to toe, making him look like some demonic muscleman. He was Jiang Sihong's friend and one of the secret experts Liang Dongzhu had recruited.

"Let's watch. The Tower Master has great faith in Xiang Ding Tian. What we cannot accomplish, he may not necessarily fail to accomplish."

Jiang Sihong shook his head. Narrowing his eyes, he looked past the raised crest of the arched bridge toward Duan Canghai on the opposite side. The iron balls in his hand spun with a rattling clatter, faster and faster, like a violent storm.

He could be considered one of Liang Dongzhu's hidden cards. Though he looked plump and smiled pleasantly, he was proud at heart and looked down on ordinary people.

The last time he had overseen the assassination of Duan Canghai had been a tremendous humiliation. He had failed Liang Dongzhu's expectations, losing both men and resources. Had he not gained an expert like Xiang Ding Tian, he truly would have lost all the way back to his grandmother's house.

And the key to that failure had not been Li Family Third Brother's betrayal, but the fact that Duan Canghai's martial arts had far exceeded his expectations. One wrong step led to