The Silent Killing

Luo Yan swept his surroundings with his Insightful Silver Eyes, but found no other gray light from living creatures.

In other words.

The only person the Shenghui Group had sent was him.

However.

One sentence in the information caught Luo Yan's attention.

Number 6 blood descendant.

Back then, when Ke Zhen had displayed his Beast Transformation State, he had mentioned "blood descendants" upon seeing Luo Yan's Dragon Transformation.

His exact words had been:

"Are you also a 'blood descendant'?"

In other words, Ke Zhen was a blood descendant.

But he had no number.

This meant that the Xia Wu before him was stronger than Ke Zhen.

Six was a number slightly below average.

Therefore, Xia Wu should represent the average combat strength among the Shenghui Group's blood descendant members.

As for Ke Zhen, he was naturally part of the lower levels—and might even have been in the very lowest tier????????????????.

"Only one person? Looks like you're quite confident." Luo Yan intended to draw him out and see which other blood descendants were involved in the operation against him.

He paid attention to the other party's thoughts, but the blood descendant designated Number 6 had an astonishingly calm state of mind.

There was not the slightest reaction to Luo Yan's words.

Luo Yan could not help narrowing his eyes.

He instead began analyzing Xia Wu's surface veins. Once the analysis was complete, he would be able to "look down" at Xia Wu from an indescribably lofty height and find his "flaw."

At that moment, Xia Wu's aura changed.

Large patches of dark-red scales surfaced across his body, covering him completely in an instant.

His hair grew wildly. The roots turned red, but midway down, the color gradually transitioned into black.

Two antlers rose from either side of his forehead. Unlike the