Shadow Kill's muscles tensed to the utmost. This monkey's instincts were far too sharp.
Had he been discovered? The short sword in his sleeve had already slid into his palm, ready to erupt into action at any moment.
"What's that smell?" Lu Xuanji asked nervously.
"The smell of a dead man." Yang Dingtian frowned.
"It reeks just like the Drill Mouse hanging by the entrance."
Shadow Kill's heart clenched, and he was just about to explain himself.
"But..." Yang Dingtian suddenly changed tack and grinned.
"It's a little fresher than that old thing. Maybe it just crawled out of a grave?"
He patted Shadow Kill on the shoulder, striking so hard that he nearly shattered Shadow Kill's collarbone.
"Follow me from now on. Take more baths, and don't stink up my big brother."
Shadow Kill endured the agony and put on a flattered expression. "Yes... Thank you for raising me up, Second Master."
Yang Dingtian waved his hand, seemingly having lost interest in him, then turned and leaped back onto the high platform.
Shadow Kill lowered his head and mingled with the crowd that had passed the examination.
Only he knew that, in that instant, his back had already been soaked through.
That monkey had definitely been testing him!
But he had bet correctly. These people were too arrogant, too conceited.
They simply did not believe anyone would dare assassinate someone right under their noses.
"Just wait." Shadow Kill gazed at the imposing Profound Dragon Hall high above.
"The moment I see Yang Lingtian will be the moment you all die."
At the mountain gate, Lei Potian held a broom and watched the scene from afar.
A barely perceptible cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Idiots," he muttered.
He did not know whether he was cursing Yang