Qi Wuzi was a notorious high-level assassin in Spring City. He hadn't gotten involved because he thought highly of Qi Xiongbei's status; he'd joined purely to earn resources. After all, no matter how you looked at it, this job wasn't especially difficult. The pay wasn't high, but it was practically free money.
But he'd never imagined that this job, which he'd thought of as free money, would ultimately cost him his life.
In the narrow, winding tunnel, the old man in hemp clothes had served as the perfect screen. He had not only blocked Qi Wuzi's attacks, but also kept him from judging the situation.
As dozens of Purple Firmament Swords shot toward him, Qi Wuzi had no time to unleash the full power of the White Grade Divine Weapon in his hand. The swords streaked forth like rainbows piercing the sun, breaking through the defense he'd hurriedly raised and killing him on the spot.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat..."
The Second Realm Human Immortal cultivator right behind Qi Wuzi let out a hoarse, desperate roar. Qi Xiongbei and the others who'd charged into the tunnel no longer dared press their advantage. They hurriedly fell back.
"Trying to retreat now? Isn't it a little late?"
A cold smile curled at Xu Yi's lips as the Purple Firmament Sword Group shot out again. At the same time, he kept soothing the little wolfdog beside him, holding back its urge to attack.
Xu Yi wasn't the sort to chase profit while ignoring danger, especially in Spring City, where powerful cultivators abounded and the various forces were in turmoil. He wouldn't put himself in harm's way.
When Steward Hu sent word, he'd come over at once. That was partly because he hadn't given it much thought, but more importantly, he had a super bodyguard with