"Subject to surprise, Passive Value +1."
Xu Xiaoshou finally saw a notification pop up in the information panel.
Ever since the masked man had appeared, he had shown almost no emotional fluctuations. The only thing that had likely caught him off guard was Xu Xiaoshou declaring himself a Saint Slave.
But the information panel immediately changed.
"Subject to suspicion, Passive Value +1."
"I don't believe you." The masked man stroked the little iron figurine hanging at his waist, his words filled with certainty.
Xu Xiaoshou showed no fear. Watching his small movements, he said, "I don't care whether you believe me or not. In any case, even if you're a Throne, if you dare touch me today, you'll be walking a road to death in the future—not just you, but your organization as well."
"Oh?" The masked man's hand froze. "You've heard of our organization?"
Xu Xiaoshou gave a chuckle and offered no reply.
He truly had never heard of the other side's organization.
But judging from the masked man's objective alone, he could infer a thing or two.
A force bold enough to set its sights on something in the hands of the semi-saint Jiang Clan could not possibly consist of just one person.
The intelligence-gathering involved, the source of confidence for those sent into battle—every aspect proclaimed that behind the masked man stood another colossal power.
At most, the man before him was a Throne. There was not even a trace of the essence of Cutting the Path about him.
How could someone like this dare lay hands on a semi-saint faction?
Thus, Xu Xiaoshou guessed that "Yama" was not merely the person before him, but a massive organization secretly gathering Lei Clan Eyes.
This organization might be enormous—so enormous that, after careful calculation,