At this moment, inside the General's Mansion, Ji Wuye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rose to his feet, and gritted his teeth. "Damn it! Don't let him get away! I'll make him pay!"
"Yes."
After Zhao Zilong escaped from the General's Mansion, he looked at the White Bird Organization pursuing him from behind, killing intent flickering in his eyes. He said coldly, "Damn it, I'm already pissed off! Since you're looking to die, I'll grant your wish."
As he spoke, Zhao Zilong accelerated forward and soon arrived in a secluded alley. The pain in his back had greatly drained his stamina. He yanked the two arrows from his back, making him suck in a cold breath, then pressed his fingers against an acupoint on his shoulder to stop the bleeding.
"Pulling arrows out so roughly isn't a good idea." At that moment, Mo Ya's flippant voice rang out. Along with him came several dozen assassins from the White Bird Organization.
"Tch, a bunch of trash. Did you catch up just to die?" Zhao Zilong looked at the White Bird Organization assassins behind him. Although he had chosen to retreat and had been injured, that did not mean he was already spent. He still retained roughly one-fifth of his Soul Power.
Mo Ya looked at Zhao Zilong, deeply shocked by his strength. The opponent was simply too powerful, and he did not dare make the first move. He ordered, "Attack."
In an instant, the surrounding White Bird assassins sprang into action. Zhao Zilong smiled disdainfully. These assassins were not weak; most possessed the strength of Soul Grandmasters and Soul Elders, with only a few reaching the level of Soul Ancestors. To Zhao Zilong, they were nothing worth mentioning.
"Decisiveness..." Zhao Zilong growled. The Bright Silver Dragon Gall