The martial arts of the three Luo Wang assassins of the "Kill" rank were all exceptionally formidable, barely inferior to Wei Zhuang. If a few more "Kill" rank assassins had come, Zhao Zilong might have found things troublesome. But with only three of them, he did not take them seriously.
With a fierce thrust, his spear pierced straight through one assassin's body. Yet the very next second, that "Kill" rank assassin gripped Zhao Zilong's spear tightly with both hands and shouted, "Lord Yanri, hurry! Kill him..."
This guy really doesn't value his life! Zhao Zilong was somewhat surprised by the assassin's actions.
This was what Luo Wang's assassins were like. Every one of them had long since been honed into a killing machine. So long as they could complete their mission, they would not hesitate even to sacrifice themselves.
"Well done, One Kill..." Yanri immediately charged toward Zhao Zilong, preparing to cut him down.
Through his Byakugan, Zhao Zilong could clearly see Yanri behind him raising his sword and slashing down at him.
Seeing the assassin in front of him clutching the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear with his last ounce of strength, Zhao Zilong decisively abandoned the spear and turned, preparing to deal with Yanri using Gentle Fist.
But at that moment, Yanri and the other two "Kill" rank assassins suddenly began to glow blue. Though they had originally leaped into the air, they now floated as though unaffected by gravity, their bodies frozen in their slashing motions.
"My body won't move! What demonic trick did you use..." Yanri roared.
He discovered that he could not move at all. His mind was perfectly clear, yet his body would not obey him. The sensation terrified him beyond measure.
Wei Zhuang, Han Fei, and the others behind them were also