"Young Master Xu!!!"
When Xiao Wanfeng, standing to one side, saw a black sword materialize out of nothing before Young Master Xu, appearing directly from the void—
A surge of grief shot from the soles of his feet straight into his heart, then burst from his throat in a shrill cry.
Xiao Wanfeng grabbed the wooden sword on his back and nearly struck.
But at that moment—
A graceful figure that had appeared before Young Master Xu at some unknown point—
The instant he appeared, he caught the black shadow's sword between two fingers.
His calm bearing and elegant movements brought all the emotion surging through Xiao Wanfeng to an abrupt halt.
"Eh?"
It was not only Xiao Wanfeng.
The passersby on the street had also been frightened by this sudden assassin.
"My heavens, an assassination attempt on a Demi-Saint's heir?"
"Who did Young Master Xu offend?"
"Why have there been so many incidents these past two days?!"
Everyone was terrified and retreated in a rush.
The assassin was pitch-black from head to toe, shrouded in darkness, his features impossible to make out.
But the Dao resonance emanating from him...
Even if they had never eaten pork, they had seen pigs run!
This was at least Cutting Path! Why stay and wait to be caught in the battle's aftermath? Xu Xiaoshou was stunned as well.
Unlike everyone else, he was not startled by the assassin. What puzzled him was the figure who had suddenly appeared to protect him.
His identity was actually...
"Mr. Siren!"
When Xu Xiaoshou spoke the first word, his tone was still filled with uncertainty.
But by the time all four words had fallen, it had become an entirely certain declaration.
As though he truly were a Demi-Saint's heir, as though someone truly stood behind him to