The Mysterious Man

"Ah..."

Three streets away from Shen Zhao's team, Yu Jing hid inside a relatively sealed room, his entire body transformed into plants as he took a brief rest.

"Shen Zhao really hid himself deeply. He spent a century honing this single blade. To be honest, I truly admire him... To deliberately suppress his murderous nature for more than a decade, an opponent like this must be taken seriously. Looking at it now, was Shen Zhao raising his own son as a kind of 'vessel'? Even a tiger won't eat its cubs, but from the beginning, he never treated his descendant as a son. He raised him as an investment instead. Someone like that really deserves to die."

During the brief time he had interacted with Shen Zhao earlier, everything—from his speech to his mannerisms—had been completely different from when they had met in District Six. Shen Zhao, who had regained his youth, concealed arrogance and mania in his words, and bloodlust and madness in his movements. His true nature had been fully exposed.

That was also why Yu Jing had decisively refused to join Shen Zhao's team.

"Too bad you're not here, Axuan!"

Yu Jing had not forgotten the vow he had made to Axuan. Now that Shen Zhao's true nature had been exposed, Yu Jing had to consider how to kill him.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a mural inside the sealed room fell to the ground. When Yu Jing turned his gaze toward it, a strand of black hair was writhing around the nail hole. The face of the portrait lying on the floor had also twisted, with black hair spilling from all five openings.

"That fast?"

Yu Jing's heart clenched. He immediately leaped out through the window and looked up at his windowsill. Only a few strands of black hair