Ding.
The sword strike he had been certain would land stopped roughly three inches from Xu Xingzhi's forehead. This sudden turn of events made the owner of the black longsword's pupils involuntarily dilate.
"Shadow Assassin Yang Xuyan."
Seeing the Black-Clad Man who had suddenly appeared before him, dressed head to toe in black night gear with only his eyes exposed, Xu Xingzhi immediately guessed his identity. At the same time, he rapidly retreated and shouted loudly.
"Assassin!"
"Die."
After freezing for a moment, Yang Xuyan had no time to consider what had just happened. He immediately chased after Xu Xingzhi, his left hand turning pitch-black in an instant and giving off an eerie aura as he punched directly at the golden glow around Xu Xingzhi's body.
Boom.
The blackened left hand shattered the golden light around Xu Xingzhi the moment it struck. It then continued toward him, but at that moment another golden glow emerged from Xu Xingzhi's body. This time, the black hand failed to break through it, merely dimming the golden light slightly.
This result caused Yang Xuyan's gaze to turn incomparably cold. After giving Xu Xingzhi a deep look filled with killing intent, he flashed backward, swiftly evading four crossbow bolts aimed at his vital points.
"Protect my lord!"
Yang Xuyan had just evaded the bolts and was preparing to retreat when he suddenly sensed wind above his head. Looking up, he saw a burly man descending from the sky with an unstoppable momentum, lunging straight at him.
"Hmph."
Facing the incoming man, Yang Xuyan snorted coldly. The black longsword in his hand transformed into a sky full of sword gleams as it met the attack. Yet his expression changed immediately in the next moment. When his sword struck the other man, it gave no sensation of