"Ying Liu paid respects to Elder Ying. The target has been successfully killed!"
In the gloomy hall, Ying Liu took out a box containing a head whose eyes remained wide open in death.
The space above a large chair not far away began to distort, and a gaunt-faced old man slowly appeared.
"To assassinate a Martial King Ninth Layer expert with Martial King Seventh Layer cultivation—your assassination arts have improved greatly."
The old man nodded in satisfaction. Outsiders believed Black Nether was an assassin organization that would do anything for money, but they did not see themselves that way. They only accepted difficult missions. Earning commissions was not their goal; it was merely a means of honing their assassination arts.
"Thank you for your praise, Elder!"
Ying Liu put away the head, then said, "On my way back from carrying out the mission, this disciple heard that Wei Fan has returned to Beiding Continent after leaving the Wasteland."
Over the past few centuries, Wei Fan could be said to be the target who had caused the Black Nether Organization its greatest losses. He had already killed three Black Nether assassins in succession. Like the forces that bore grudges against Wei Fan, Black Nether had also been keeping watch on his movements.
However, Wei Fan had now become a Saint and was no longer someone ordinary assassins could handle. With the terrifying strength of a Saint realm expert, even if Black Nether's assassination methods allowed them to approach Wei Fan without a sound, Martial King cultivation could not break through a Saint realm expert's body—let alone Wei Fan, a most terrifying Body Sanctification expert.
The elder before him had long since spread word that he would personally kill Wei Fan to uphold Black Nether's reputation. That was why Ying Liu had