"Hmph, that's true. He's just an assassin." Ji Wuye sat back down and calmed himself, saying coldly, "I'll wait right here. Let's see whether this assassin has what it takes to take my life."
After Zhao Zilong entered the building, the Imperial Guards inside charged at him with swords and sabers. Inside the building, the space was greatly restricted, and Imperial Guards stood both before and behind him. Although fewer people could attack him at once, once the rest of the General's Mansion's Imperial Guards arrived and completely surrounded the building, escaping would take considerable effort.
Zhao Zilong's breathing had already begun to grow somewhat rapid. No matter how strong he was, constantly facing the attacks of these small fry steadily drained his stamina, Soul Power, and mental strength.
Zhao Zilong charged forward one after another, his spear forcibly carving a bloody path through the enemy. Behind him, Mo Ya and the others frowned. "This won't do. Let's attack together."
At once, Mo Ya and the other White Bird assassins sprang into action. Unlike these soldiers, assassins were more skilled at using concealed weapons than fighting head-on.
However, Zhao Zilong easily deflected Mo Ya and the others' Bird Feather Talismans. He had already seen Mo Ya's group behind him through the Byakugan, but he paid them no mind. Their lightness skills were good, and although Zhao Zilong was faster than them, there was no need to chase after them.
"Does this guy have eyes in the back of his head?" Hong Xiao said unhappily as he watched Zhao Zilong effortlessly block their attack.
"Maybe his field of vision is exceptionally broad." Mo Ya had noticed something. Zhao Zilong's eyes were clearly unusual. He said seriously, "No matter what, we can't let him advance any farther. We have to stop him."