The Assassin

"Um, if you let her go now and turn yourself in to the authorities, it could still count as surrendering voluntarily." Lu Yang walked back into the room and earnestly advised the murderer.

Clearly, the woman staying next door had been attacked by an assassin who'd climbed in through the window to kill her. He'd caught the assassin in the act.

"You're going to die too!"

The black-clad man with the dagger saw Lu Yang return, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Then Lu Yang pinned him to the floor.

"I guess you won't surrender voluntarily either."

Lu Yang subdued the black-clad man with one hand, his tone calm.

The black-clad man looked utterly incredulous. He hadn't even seen Lu Yang move before he was restrained.

"F-Foundation Establishment Realm?!"

He was a dignified ninth-level Qi Refining assassin, yet had been subdued in an instant. His opponent could only be a great cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Realm!

At this point, he had no choice but to kill himself!

Lu Yang grabbed his head and pried out two of his teeth. Lethal poison was hidden inside them. Then he picked up a rag from the floor and stuffed it into the man's mouth to keep him from biting his tongue and killing himself.

He also tapped him a few times, sealing his meridians and leaving him unable to move.

The black-clad assassin was desperate. Who was this uninvited guest? Was he the target's bodyguard? How was he so familiar with all the tricks people used to kill themselves?

What he hadn't noticed was that he'd smeared a slow-acting poison on his dagger. No one could detect it before it took effect, and once it did, even the immortals couldn't save its victim. He'd already wounded his target, and she wouldn't